CHILDHOOD CLOSET

" Mommy, why two Mickies ?

One red, the other pink.
Are they twins? They are always together,
One of them laughs, when the other one winks. "

Smiled mommy , “ No not two but one.
Wears he black shoes and red shorts.
Minnie is she who giggles and flaunts
Her pink bow and pink polka dots.”


Smile I, cleaning my closet
Cherishing this epic dialogue of my life.
Revisiting my days of childhood,
When a carefree bird was I .
Bungee jumping on my bunk bed,
Kicking pebbles on the street
Chasing butterflies as fast as I could,
Swaying with the wind, like a cloud I used to fleet.
Dropping a misshaped piece of stone,
In a checkered box drawn on ground.
Hopping carefully, avoiding stumbling,
Cheered by friends circled around, creating a bedlam of sound.
Hiding behind the bush, spying like Holmes
Seemed such a whim !
Fleeing after ringing Mr. Rao’s doorbell
Pulling a fast one with him.

Falling from our bicycle,
Only to stand up on our feet and rise.
Losing a game of chess,
Only to win tough battles of life.
Holding our parents’ finger,
To give them our hand tomorrow.
Bearing harsh scolding and scorns,
To endure the unforeseen sorrows.
That serene blissful childhood
Free were we to love, to learn , to grow
Free to make mistakes and follies
Letting the boat of life row on its own.


Rings my phone and disrupts the silent contemplation,
Out of my closet I step.
A work-from-home call from office,
Serves as my present day reality check.

Thoughts And Words Ooze Out Again

It will be almost an year since I last posted something on my blog. Studies had taken over me completely and left me with very little time for myself. My hard chase for the B-school of my choice , wasteful disputes , failures in almost every attempt of mine and several other factors made me feel like a misfit in whatever I undertook. But I am thankful to God for these failures and the hard phase I had to go through in my life. It only helped me become wiser and more confident. Today I am sure that whatever road I choose for myself , it will be traversed by me with unending happiness because pleasures and pressures of life go hand in hand. 

          FUSION

A little of foe in friend prevails ;

A little of jealousy in love sails ;

A little of hope in desperation peeps ; 

There are stones in sanguine seas.

There are water traces in human blood,

There’s an efflorescence Lotus in mud,

There may be puns in a prosaic prose,

There are flowers in a cactus that grows,

There’s bitter chocolate in a sweet cake,

There comes translucent between transparent and opaque,

There are hurdles and tracks in every race,

There maybe moles on a flawless face,

There are frets and strings in every chord,

A little of loyalty in every fraud.

Nothing is entirely viscious,

Nothing is entirely virtuous.

Its fusion that completes everything

Even the round earth with infinite concentric life circles within.