Ink Stained

In shades of pink and shades of white, As an armor of a plucky knight; At a certain point of day in time, Thou beauty of the summer, thou shine. Three days for the life you wait, Three days to come off your adolescent age; Three days until that green bud sprouts, Three days until your Beauty you flout. Awaiting a time long you once shine, At a morning that all, but you, whine; No sorrow no sign of meloncholy you show, Even though this life you live is miniscule of a blow. Thine head held high with pride, Thine salute to the sun, big smile; Thine beauty above all at prime, Thou Beauty of summer, thou shine. This is the pride that envies me above all, The pride in spite of a life so small; A day thou have, a day that's all, Then too you live life so gay, so tall. With the cheer thou spread across horizons wide, With colours which as the sun, or even bright; The lesson you teach across generations wide, A life lived large is a ...

Right across the frozen river they sat, Right below the hardy palm snow clad. They laughed and recollected the days gone by, The days they spent with this long gone lad. Some riots of laugh they made, Some sighs on the issues they did hate, Those sighs though were less enough, As they together met after a very long decade. Amidst those riots and sighs, They sat unaware of the incoming plight, With his wicked oar and rusted boat, The Charon approached near for his daily freight. These days his job has been hard really, As rounds doubled for the valley, With souls of innocent and guilty-old and young, All alike to be taken along. Along came a patrol of uniforms, Tired of the endless, sleepless nights, Tired of the bureaucracy above uptight, And tired of the hazy war. The custodians of the law, Suspicious of the laughing lads, Suspicious of the way they sat, Loaded their service weapons. In a few seconds next, The territory t...

Don’t you stumble upon the rocks that hurt us, Don’t you cry for the thorns that bled us, Don’t you long for stars that upset us, You, our little baby, you have all of us. You have an aunt, from whom you’ll learn, The art of singing and the passion of hard work. You have an uncle, from whom you’ll earn, A crate of humor and a goodwill filled urn. You have an uncle, who at turns will guide, At times you are stuck, or in a turmoil of life. And you have a useless uncle too, But at times hard and tough, he can be counted on by you. But remember this our little baby, The strength of a woman, lies in her own body. Whenever in your life you start to forget this, Take a look around your house and look up to your Mommy. From ways rosy, and some full of thorns, You will learn some life lessons. But don’t cry on the blood from those thorns you, Because lessons learnt bleeding are the most vital ones. Trust people, but none too many, As goodwil...

Even as his strings danced, Danced evenly to his placid fingers, His tune didn't come out right. The thick buzzing of the last string, The one like the humming of the crankiest bee, The one like the murmur of a confused crowd, Was just one of his troubles. He tried fixing the one with the shiny bolt, He tried tightening it with all his might, But that was just one trouble. The bolt slipped off his sweaty fingers, Slipped even before the tightness was achieved. With great difficulty even though, That shiny bolt was tightened. But that was just one trouble less. Just when the thick humming seized, Another unwanted, unpleasant sound arose. This one was an irritating shriek of the first string, The one like the cry of a distressed infant, The one like the scream of a terrorized teenager. This time too the bolt was to be blamed, But this time the crime was very different. The adjustment to this was even more difficult, more complex. He tried loosening it, He tri...

It was just a matter of hours few, The skinny dark skin, Of dirt, of sweat, Would give up on the chill. Would give up on that thin shawl, Which he found in the rags, on one of his job days, Just before the commencement of this winter. That day was a lucky one. The days were lenient enough to make up for the nights, They provided healing to the wounds inflicted by the nights, With the divinity of the Sun, They brought smiles. But this night was nowhere close. Walking down the misty road, Walking in an odd pair of slippers, His bony chest had started to beat slowly, His shaky legs did not want to be a part of his journey, His dirty face had stopped feeling the chill. The chill showed no mercy. Alongwith the winds, the temperature dip to a sorrow low. His shawl was the only armor, His slippers the only guard. But there was something that kept him going. Far away in the fog, At a distance unpredictable by human eyes, There was a light. A yellow light of hope. Th...

Little Miss Flappy Bird, where is your calm? Is it your little stomach, Or your itchy palms. What makes you jump, and jump over again? What makes you turn, and turn over again? Little Miss Flappy Bird, Where do you come from? Is it some place far, or close some place, that is known to all as the Fidgety Town? Here this Sunday morning, you sit on the highest cable. You sit for a moment still, and then jump over again. You watch me with your one side eye, and then turn around your place. You watch me with your other side eye, and then turn over again. Is it me that you find amusing, or is it in your nature? Or is it my smile charming, that you descend from your cable stature? What in your chirping voice you tell, what from the little beak mask? Oh you want me to come with you, so sweet of you to ask. As much as I admire your joyous life, your jumping off the twigs and leaves; my life is chained in thorns, and am made to live it like t...

His jaw was weak, but then he had an inquisitive will, His paws were small, but they were strong enough to hold on the edges; His eyes were dirty, but they had a shimmering twinkle in them, His mother was far, but then he enjoyed playing with his toy. He jumped on the right edge and grabbed it with his small paws and his wet jaw, he went right with it, and he went left; But poor he, his paws were small, small only to hold on one edge. As he grabbed on one edge, the air blew his toy from the other one, he left first and grabbed the second, but poor he, his paws were small, small only to hold on one edge. He tried tearing it while keeping his little paws on it, he tried tearing his hard toy; But poor he, his jaw was weak, weak only to wet it not tear. As he angrily nodded with it in his mouth, he put in his full strength; But poor he, his jaw was weak, weak only to wet it not tear. As he played on, he was overlooked by many, and smiled on by few; He ...

Once there was a Veeru, and her freind Jai, they were  both best freinds,night and day, both studied,studied forever, we never saw any of them gay. Both came to school together, sat and ate together, went back home together, from our common alma mater. Veeru liked talking to people, Jai always kept introvert, Veeru always adviced Jai, to talk and now convert. Even in exams often,they would sit beside, we often cried jolly, "Rab ne kya banai hai jodi" This was the scene wen all was right, till that girlish man came upright, this was the entry of a villain, we called him "Chikna Gabbar" This man looked as smooth, as Sir Lancelot's helmet plume, his face had no strand of hair, and was in colour much fair. And he had a huge bulging tummy, seemed as overloved by his mummy, this man liked our Veeru, and like turned,by the end, loving Veeru. One sudden day, stealing from everyones fray, Gabbar proposed our veeru, and she t...

Will those days ever come back? When love I didn't lack. Dada and I-fought over little things, Over food, toys and his belongings. That jumping over beds, cushion-fights, And late horror movie nights. His worst of worst singing, And my always falsely complementing. The same school and the same teachers, Who sometimes made me face tortures. As I was not as good as him in studies, And we also had common buddies. And now that the times r changing, So are our hearts and our feelings. He is completely settled in DU, So will someday, I and you. But this is not the end, There will be many curves and bends. As the whole life and future awaits, to open new opportunities and gates. I never had a shortage of friends, but one like him was friend of friends. We  will never become children again, To jump and play in rain. No, those days will never come back, When love I didn't lack.                     ...

are you happy daddy? I am not your obstruction anymore, neither am I a burden anymore; actually, I was never. Never did I come your way, I always did what you said, I even cleaned those stinking liqour glasses you left; but I was always a prey to your fray. why you used that belt on me? oh,it pains! your rough hands on my cheeks one after the other, oh,it pains! I could never figure out what my fault was. I know I wasn't good in studies, I know I couldn't cook food that well, I know I couldn't wash those clothes that clean; but were these faults that gruesome? I knew not how other children felt, I knew not how they could smile, and laugh; I knew not how they could study, and play so well; I knew not how a normal heart did beat. the only things I was familiar with, were your angry words, my swollen red marks, my swollen eyes, and two fluids,your sweat, and my tears. I don't remember my eyes ever dry at home, or ever fearless at school, ...