Breakfast Feast

It was a delectable spread
Of bagels, waffles, bacon and eggs
And even as the lil girl looked on
The big fella had polished all the corn!

Pancakes topped with berries 'n cream
Was being tucked by a boy in green
The coffee smelled divine, muffins cherry
The boy fed a piece to his dog named Merry!

The pink dressed lady with boyfriend Ned
Stuffed themselves with ham 'n bread
While the young man heaped in his tea
Cream 'n milk, sugar also honey!

Even as she looked, the lil girl thot
Would it feel warm to bite into something hot
Nose smudged black, eyes big and gray
She would love a crumb, it would make her day!

Chef was screaming, dump out the buns
Two days old, crusty, worm eaten ones
The lil girl smiled, twas a feast
Jumping off her perch she ran into the street!

The Incurable Romantic!

Have you heard of the incurable romantic,
looking for that impossible love.
Wanting to swirl with her partner,
on nights the stars twinkled above!

Wishing for long hours of banter,
holding hands and cuddling tight.
Stealing kisses with unabashed candour,
faces smiling, eyes bright!

Glasses raised, its a toast,
to another couple in love, almost.
But not quite, see that's the thing,
the eyes may shine, but the heart doesn't sing!

Have you heard of the incurable romantic,
looking for that impossible love.
Will it be found, does it exist,
that elusive, tricky, unpredictable stuff!

The little mystery

The rain had picked up speed in the last fifteen minutes that Robin had been staring out of the window. You could no longer distinguish each individual drops, it was a steady stream now. Not like water streaming out of a shower head, it was more like a bucket of water being poured over your head.

The slim rivulets of rainwater were gaining strength as they joined each other over the asphalt street and moved in a determined fashion towards the drain. Their purpose clear and defined -- to sweep the streets of the tiniest grains of dirt as they flowed steadily towards the drainpipe.

The tiny rainwater streams were now dragging some red rose petals across the street, noticed Robin. Trying to locate the source of the petals, her eyes fell on the young man standing on the footpath across the road, holding a bouquet of red roses!

He did not seem to be aware of the rain or maybe that was the least of his concerns. May be he had a bigger decision to make. Could he be calling on his beloved for the first time and mustering courage before he rang the bell?

Maybe he had fixed a meeting with his girlfriend, who stood him up. How sad! Or maybe his friend had asked him to get the bouquet for some occasion.

Whatever the reason, why didn't he stand in the shade, thought Robin. The rain had totally soaked his black trench coat and was dripping all over his gray loafers.

Although Robin could not see his face, she could feel the frown. He had to be frowning, being made to stand in the pouring rain with red roses. Come to think of it, the whole situation was ridiculous!

The doorbell rang. Must be pizza delivery, thought Robin as she dragged herself from the window, not wishing to leave the mysterious man. He might disappear and she would never know why he was undergoing the predicament of getting thoroughly drenched!

The pizza guy smiled as he handed over the box and took the money. And then he gave her a red rose, a wet red rose! "It is part of our valentine's day promotion madam, which is next week," the delivery guy was saying.

So this was the mystery! The man was just part of a promotional campaign. Robin was feeling totally disappointed. Life's secrets were so mundane, so common place, so not exciting! Like where is Ms Polly's (Robin's neighbour) tabby cat, or where did her pair of blue stone earrings disappear (they were found behind the vanity case and the tabby cat in the laundry bag!)

Taking her pizza box, Robin reached the window. She looked out, just in time to see the mystery man and the red roses being helped by a white gloved dainty hand into the back seat of a black sedan, before it raced away!!

Robin smiled. Life still held certain promises...like providing a perfectly exciting piece of puzzle to ponder over while she munched through her pepperoni pizza and waited for the rain to stop!

Free Falling!

Is free fall exhilarating or liberating? My bungee-jumping, skydiving friends would go with the first, but Alice says it is the latter. And I agree with her! (She certainly is a pro in free fall!)

It must be liberating to scream your head-off, without a care in the world for those few moments when, apart from gravitation, there is no other force holding you back. No one can judge you for falling in any particular manner. I mean is there really a right way to fall out of an aircraft as you go hurtling towards the ground?

There is a sense of complete and utter freedom as one jumps of a cliff or down a rabbit hole. You don't have to be responsible or correct or accurate or look intelligent! You don't have to put up an act to impress anyone or give a reason for the action. For Gods' sake you are just falling!

In that moment of falling, you can be content, being...just being...!

Dear Alice, next time you plan a fall...count me in!!

Reminiscences

Everytime the cell rings

Everytime a glass clinks

Everytime the wind whistles past my window

I think you

Everytime the door bell chimes

Everytime my poetry rhymes

Everytime the rose looks a brighter red

I think of you

The radio plays our song

Has it been that long

Since we met or spoke or played

Our lil game of love and hate

Remember our first dance

And the way we took a chance

Of hiding from our guests

And skipping away to our lakeside nest

Everytime I drive to that lake

Everytime its Christmas break

Everytime the moon shines bright

I think of you

We used to laugh till in tears

On silly ideas and teddy bears

Your hilarious cameo

Made you the best romeo

Remember the time we stayed awake

Through the night discussing Blake

And when the sun crept over our shoulder

Your sweet kiss made our love grow bolder

Everytime the bard sings his ballad

Everytime nature decorates with its palette

Everytime the sun glistens on a dew

I think of you

Do you think of me, the way I do?

To Be Inspired by Inspiration

I have noticed that many times after I start writing, I get an inspiration to write a totally different piece. It would have no connection with my initial chain of thoughts, but the idea would be so compelling that I have to leave everything to write it down!

Sometimes I would be writing a short story and suddenly would get inspired to write a poem, that too on a totally unrelated topic. Just out of the blue, inspirations strikes!! And after I am done, there is a satisfying feeling, like after you have had a rather good meal or watched a romantic comedy or bought a lovely pair of high heels (guys would never get this, but that's another post)!

Now an "inspiration" (to write) is very different from "to be inspired" (to write). Atleast that's what I think.

You might be siting in your wicker chair, looking at the sun slide smoothly behind the horizon. The beauty and grace of the moment when the sky turns a deep red, then orange, then violet may inspire you or in other words, you may "be inspired" (by the sunset) to write a sonnet or a love story.

This is however, drastically different from the time, when you may be chopping an onion, eyes stinging, hoping the pasta boils quickly, when you get struck by inspiration. Like a lightening bolt, characters of a story flash in your mind and leave you stunned. Like an obstinate puppy, they drag at your heels, begging you to drop the onion and rush to the PC.

Must put words on paper! Must key in the plot or rhyme the lines before any other idea pushes the inspiration out!

Am not sure which force is stronger. Which force pushes out the masterpiece lurking in every creator's mind. Which force creates from the heart. Am not sure which is more genuine. Is it when you are inspired by something or someone or is it when the idea strikes and you get an inspiration?

Whichever it is, would love to be inspired by inspiration!

Mission Impossible!

Nikita stood in front of the door thinking hard. She would get one chance to do this and the slightest of errors could take the mission down.

Nikita went over her plans for the twentieth time. It was foolproof, she assured herself. But there were always certain unknown elements that could topple the equation.

When the moment arrived, Nikita would have to be swift and silent. And the timing had to be precise. It was all in the micro seconds.

Nikita looked at her hand-held device, where a message would flash when the timing was optimum. She could hear her heartbeat synchronise itself with the seconds on her timer. Her mouth had gone dry and her breathing slightly strained. Although Nikita had gone over the procedure a million times in her head, this was the first real attempt and she knew that a lot go wrong.

The message flashed! Nikita had just a few seconds to complete her task, before the window of opportunity closed itself. She quickly turned the door knob, opened the door a few inches and slipped through quietly. Noiselessly closing the door behind her, Nikita slid gracefully on the last bench in the classroom, just as the professor finished writing on the whiteboard and turned to face the class.

Shades of a luv story!

The deep-dark eyes, smooth jet black hair and the charming smile. It was unmistakably him, and my heart did the obvious flip to make his presence evident. My heartbeat came faster, my head felt dizzy and as I tried to get a grip over a sudden urge to fling my arms around him and ruffle my fingers through his hair, I was very angry with myself!

It had been two years since our "big fight" when we decided to call it quits. And here I was drooling like a love struck puppy. I was supposed to have 'gotten over' him, reached closure! But, maybe, just maybe first loves are hard to forget. Though a second ago, before I had spotted him, I was so sure I had moved on!

He had not seen me yet. Though I was not sure if he would acknowledge my presence even if he did notice. He was one of those arrogant types, who think they are too good for anyone. But we were so good together, something he himself acknowledged.

Thinking back, it had always been magical between us. Right from our first meeting at a dance competition. We were the winners of our respective groups and had to dance together for the finale. We were perfect partners, dance partners initially.

A loud laughter brought me back to reality and I could just kick myself for getting lost in 'his' thoughts! As I searched for him in the crowded room again, our eyes met. My wish to leave the party was as strong as the need to know that I looked pretty...for him. Strange!

The next moment I saw him walking towards me with that quizzical half-mocking smile on his face. Though barely noticeable I detected the urgency in his stride as he covered the distance between us quickly. "You look dazzling tonight," he said, as if nothing had happened and we were still together. As he took my hand, he looked straight into my eyes and smiled. I had lost my voice. How could he still have that effect over me..it was horrible...just soo...wonderful!! I stopped thinking and smiled back...


Working on this post, I realised love stories are refreshing to read. There is something so sweet and innocent about two people in love that even if the ending is tragic, like in Gone With The Wind or Message in a Bottle...one can't help but smile at the beauty of it all!

Raindrops

If I was the rain,
Tiny drops on a windowpane,
Glistening on a rose bud,
Like the new bride's nose stud.
Pattering on the tin roof,
Of music do you need more proof?
Forming puddles in the back lane,
Where kids jump playing their game.
Cascading like a waterfall,
Down the slope near shopping mall.
Filling up a discarded pot,
Put underneath the leaking spot.
Competing with a lover's tear,
Mourning the loss of her dear.
Bearing thoughts of joy and sorrow,
Memories of today and tomorrow!



This poem was written a few years ago, but am soo wishing to see dark stormy skies and straining to hear the pitter-patter of raindrops that the post seems apt!

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