Stress...

Give me that stare now
Your eyebrows raised and shaped
Wide smile on your lips

Those dimples round and deep
Your cheeks rosy; and innocent
Sparkles in your eyes

Just hug me forever
So that i feel real bliss
All my stress vanished



Form of Poetry : Haiku / Senryu

Twinkle...

“These days your number of calls had reduced” She said in a grinned voice while resting her head on his chest. She tightened her grip around him. A deep sigh followed.

He was still reading the messages unread from his blackberry.

“You don’t even keep my messages in your mobile. Earlier you used to keep all my lovey-dovey messages send by me. Nowadays since I am always available with you, you don’t even recognize my existence.”

He kept the mobile aside. Looked at her and winked. “It doesn’t mean that my love for you has ceased.”

“No, I am not saying that. But earlier I was there always in your words, deeds and everywhere. When we used to be with friends, your eyes followed me. When we used to be on dates, your stares never stopped. But now, after marriage, after so many years..I don’t feel it”

He smiled, his natural smile.

“So you think you are not there in my thoughts and words?”

“mmm…Yeah, atleast I cant see it or feel it. Oh! Am so sad..” She clutched him tightly.

He took her face and stared straight onto her eyes.

“Cant you see the twinkle in my eyes, sweet? “

“mmmm…” lazily she answered. She always loved his eyes.

“That’s you honey; the twinkle.”

The world seemed brighter for her. A gentle smile, a tight hug, Life is a bliss..!!

Small But Joy...

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She reached home tired carrying grocery baggages. She remembered she had missed to get the special tea powder for him; one good reason for him to shout. Cursing herself and frustrated she entered the hall.

“Honey, coffee for you?” He was heading towards kitchen.

She threw packages down, went and hugged him from behind, smiling.

Unwanted Monthly Guest...

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HER Part

She looked at her tummy. Though not in perfect shape, there were no traces of extra fat. She felt it with her hands. She could feel an inward pull. The pain was unbearable. She could feel an eruption of volcano inside. She felt a 1000 kilogram weights were hanging around her chest. She wished to unload those assets at least for a split second to relieve her of her agony. She heard him remove his shoes and climb up that wooden staircase. A gentle hug, a peck on her nape, caressing her curvy bosoms from sides, she knew what was going to follow step by step. As expected, not even with a slight change in the routine, he came close by, caressed her hips, nibbled her ears and moved slowly towards his favourite place. But today she was not enjoying what she yearns the other twenty five days of a month.

She could feel the dryness between her legs, as a premonition of a flood that is to be affected. How she abhors the extra piece of cloth she need to place between her legs. She felt like kicking his groin since he should also know how it feels when there is a burning in between the thighs. She tried to escape from his cage of hug.

HIS Part

The day in office was pretty hectic and he wanted to share his joys and sorrows with her. He wanted to feel her presence, her caring words and the warmth of her body.

She was standing in the foyer facing those black curtains covering half of the windows. The silky nightwear she was wearing was his favourite. Without making any sound, with the rose he bought from the vendor boy in the traffic signal in one hand, he hugged her from behind. He wanted her to turn around and reciprocate with a warm hug. Some expectations are better if not thought off. A peck on her neck was not the best he had given. But still he knew how she loved his warm lips wandering aimlessly over there. His hands rounded her belly and he clutched the rose between his hands and her navel. He wondered why she was standing there aloof. When he thought of caressing more enough to make her happy, she shivered a bit and tried to bust his embrace.

THEIR Part

“You don’t have any other thing to do or what. All you want is to satisfy your carnal desires” She roared. Her gruff voice cracked and eyes were spitting fire.

He stood there flummoxed. He didn’t want her to get upset. All he wanted was the warmth of hers. A hug would have done that. But he knows she too enjoyed him caressing her flesh. She can be a dormant soul only when she is facing the biological invasion that is only designed for womanhood.

But he empathised with her. The pain, the emotions, the irritations she was going through can never be felt. A woman after all, suffers these things whole through her green years. Only the wearer knows where the shoe pinches. He wanted to be with her, through her feelings, through her irritations and through her pains.

He went to their bedroom. There she was standing in front of the window. She was staring into the infinity. He stood behind her. After a second thought he called her by name, the one which is very exclusive for them, and the one which he calls her when they both are left only for each other. He could hear her sigh, but was standstill. He just stood closely, again placed his hands around her, gently. “It is unbearable or what?” He whispered.

“Yeah, it is early this month. And it’s blowing a hole in me.”

“No problem, we will share the pain together” He just stood there hugging her. She could feel the warmth of his body. Ironically, that was soothing the warmth inside hers. She turned back; looked into his eyes. She could sense his despair that he was not able to offer any help other than an emotional crutch. They stood hugging each other with their eyes closed.

“Just be with me”, she fondled his lush lips with hers.

He could feel the weak beats of her ticker.

Teary Hug's...

Jai and Janki waited there outside. Besides them was a well dressed man, with a moustache which had grey hairs here and there, a navy cut hair style which clearly showed the baldness, in his early fifties. He was not as calm as they were. His eyes were wandering here and there. The phenol smell, a typical hospital thing, was in the air. The air conditioning was doing its best part, but still, his forehead was filled with sweat drops and two rivulets of sweat were running down alongside his face.


They three looked towards the door impatiently, whenever someone opened the electronically locked door. In five minutes after their arrival many people passed through those iron doors. An old man seated in wheel chair was guided by the male nurse. Another old man in a moving bed assisted by few staff holding some fluid containing bottles was struggling to look who is waiting for him outside. An old lady with her son, maybe, came through that door. They rushed towards the general ward section of the hospital. Then came a lady in her thirties, dressed completely in a check gown and this flow was continuing.


Six eyes were waiting for the door to open and someone to call their name. Seconds were passing like centuries. Heartbeats were pounding like a bullet train. Thoughts were streaming wild. The every moment the door opened, their eyes read anxiety. The extra cool air from the ICU gushed out through the door when it opened. It tried hard to lessen the sweat that perpetuated on their face.


Jai stood in the same place, his hands inserted in his worn out jeans. Jiya, her hair plaited well, was supporting her body on Jai’s shoulders. Her one hand was firmly affixed to his. The other one carried a mobile, which was a source for her to check the minutes crawling.


“Anyone for Janvi”, the voice shrieked through their ears. They didn’t even wait for the fat lady, a nurse, to complete the sentence. “Yeah”, all three chorused. She led them through the narrow walk way, made them wear the special attire, sandals. The air conditioned breeze smelt anti-biotic. The moment they entered the highly sophisticated ‘Intensive Care Unit’ their heartbeats accelerated. Two beds away there she was, Janvi.


The charm which always used to spritz from the exuberant face had hidden somewhere. Dressed up wounds covered her face. Her eyes were filled with tears dripping down her cheeks and were apologising for her mistake she made. She never expected to meet with an accident in those slippery roads when, together with her friends, she made plans for an outing without informing her family.


Jai and Janki stood near to Janvi holding her hands. The man with them stood there, near the bed with his hands covering his mouth. His wide opened mouth was unable to utter anything. His shivering fingers tried hard to close his mouth, failing terribly. Eyes moistened in a jiffy.


“Sorry Dad”, was what all everyone over there heard before him breaking into tears. The sight of his daughter curled up with all kind of plastic tubes supplying required Saline and other supplies to her body, her watery eyes and her penitent words were enough for him to forgive her small mistake. When their eyes got entangled, the dam of emotions exploded. He stood there, crying like a baby.


Janki noticed; the staff were trying hard to control their tears. Who said, a mother loves their kids more. Who said, men don’t cry. She went near her father; hugged him tight. She felt the whole world embracing them.

Everything Together..!!

I was searching him. Just two minutes back only he was here.


It was very vivid that he cant bear the weight of grief that had grown up disproportionately since yesterday morning. I saw his mother crying out loudly taking his brothers name and calling him back. I saw his sisters sobbing in a corner. I saw his paternal aunties breaking down once the body was brought back from the hospital. I saw almost everyone shedding out tears for his brother. But he didn’t sprinkle even one drop of tear.
Yeah, his eyes had become watery. His eyes were so red as if it was a hot charcoal. What an irony! A red hot charcoal covered with a pool of tears. His whole face was swelled but he didn’t drop a tear. I could sense his feelings when I sat besides him near his brother’s corpse. I could see him staring at his brothers body lying there covered with garlands kept as a gesture of condolences, but he never cried. I could feel the presence of a dam of emotions and grief ready to explode due to the excess load its carrying.

There were his aunties, sisters, uncles, friends, brothers, neighbours lamenting and mourning. The whole atmosphere was filled with sounds of suffocating whispers and smell of tears that everyone had shed. Nothing affected him. Neither he looked at anyone nor did he utter anything. He completed all the last rights for his brother. He did everything so religiously so that his brother’s soul gets peace and a nice departure from this world.


All these came back to my thoughts. The whole day came back and flashbacked in my brain. I was still searching for him. I don’t know whether I was worried. I knew where he could be at this point of time. I send my cousin to find him over there. Two minutes passed. Five more minutes passed. He didn’t turn up. I panicked. Without informing anyone I went myself in search for them to that place. That place, where my both brothers used to have a puff of cigarette together, after the dinner. That place, where they used to talk about their friends, girls, used to argue about silly things, laugh on one-liner jokes and funny incidents. I strode towards that room with thousands of thoughts and worries over ruling my inner conscience.


The moment I neared that room I found my cousin sitting, giving a support to his chin with his hands. For a second my breath stopped. Then, gasping, I asked him what happened. He looked into my eyes. I could see nothing but sadness in his eyes. Through gestures he asked me not to utter a single word and showed me the way to the room. The same room where I expected my brother would be present.


I peeped into the room slowly. There he was lying down his eyes closed, but in a position staring at something. I advanced more and found the most emotional scene I had ever seen ever in my life. He was holding a photo frame in which they both were sitting and smiling. And another one of their school times was kept close to his heart and covered with his hand. I lost all the strength. Oh God, what an examination? I could feel my body melting. I know how much I try I cant replace the loss that’s happened to him.




He lost his twin brother with whom he shared a womb for nine months, quarrelled and cried for the breast milk his mother would share, with whom he came to this world for the first time, with whom he had done all those home works while studying , with whom he had played cricket, with whom he had mischievously stolen the sweets his mother had kept safe, with whom he had shared his first crush, with whom he had competed for marks in progress reports, with whom he had fought for the television programme he wanted to watch, with whom he tried the taste of cigarette and coughed the hell out of his heart, with whom he had the experience of having chilled beer for the first time, with whom he had shared his career agonies, with whom he had confided many and many things.


The truth was stinking. The fact was bruising me like a ferocious predator pawing on his prey. I was bleeding internally. After a moment, silently came out the room.


Later when we were on bed, I stared at him. I felt he wanted to share a lot with someone. And I was lying down there helplessly.


I just hugged him, hugged him very tightly. He was deep asleep. I closed my eyes. And my hands were tight on him.