* oyster *

-- a bird spilling my emotions --

Perched on that beige twig,

she would not fly.

Peering through my window,

she seemed to daunt me.

Obliterated of every melody

she would never chirp,

abandoned, I sensed she was.

The perpetual sky, till furlongs was her courtyard,

but she wouldn't ramble there,

wounded, I perused she was.

Exagerrated wings, she was sheathed in

but fettered, they all were.

To conquer the yonder mountains,

they would never embark.

Withered, thus I painted her as.

A divulged oyster she was,

painting her, I sketched myself.

Rapunzel

Do you know I look complete with you,
with you, my life rambles in
gaiety,
in gaiety,  now I mock all the odds,
the odds that had once endangered me.

Your puerile chortles caress my soul,
my soul, a silent and sepulchral abyss,
till abyss, I can run just to see you,
to see you is the sole penchant for me.

You anoint sentience to my soul,
my soul, it breathes and dies everyday with you,
my rapunzel you are, I die without you,
you are mine in that sky full of stars.

There are people and there are winners.
Losers are mere poltergeists.

THE ORANGE DRESS (PART 1)

It was 10 of September. I was hesitant but anyhow expressed my desire to her to accompany her in her shopping trek. She knew she needed help and gladly validated my proffer. Out of a thanksgiving or a formality or just out of happiness, I don’t know but she hugged me, a hug that departed me to an abstract world of reveries of freaking but delightful feelings, a hug that appeased my wailing heart. My heart, which I knew had dried up of all hope and happiness, was suddenly recuperated and it thumped harder than drums as if wanting to jump out and dance like a lunatic.

We set out together. My heart wanted to roam with hers on my bike and just when I was directed by my stupid brain to take out the car, came from her a voice , “ we are going on bike, right ? “ and I just managed to say, yes. So, two hearts rolled on two wheels inside bustling markets, through jammed roads and over abrupt speed breakers. I kept a track of every expression of hers, everyone one of them caressing my heart more and I felt more and more happy about her. We barged in many shops and hurried out of many and I kept wondering if any attire could embellish her flaring beauty anymore. Finally, we grounded ourselves to a showroom of some acquaintance of hers. She faked many dresses on herself, discarded many more. I was mum all the time dwindling up every emotion of mine but when that orange attire decorated her, I blabbered out. “This one is for you”. She didn’t muse over much and ordered the orange one and hugged me again. I was stoic this time. Well protected in a rectangular box with the tagline, “dressing up two hearts “, came her wedding dress. I was satisfied albeit my heart withered.

happy

With the wind, he danced today,

amid the chortles of leaves,

he cherished his ditties today,

amicably, he caressed his past today.

memories, today he flipped through again,

some urged tears,

some beget his heart’s elation.

His tears, today he assailed,

euphoria, today he dived in to furlongs.

शुभ दीवाली

8 बज चुके थे| यह पूजा का शुभ समय था और पंडित जी भी पधार चुके थे| सभी लोग अपने नए कपड़ों में खूब जॅंच रहे थे| फिर पूजा आरंभ हूई ओर सभी लोग पूजा की चौकी के सामने हाथ जोड़ कर बैठ गये| बीती दीवाली पर पंडित जी के मन्त्र

पढ़ने के अनुसार राहुल के दादा जी ने पूजा की थी| इस बार राहुल के पापा पंडित जी का हाथ बटा रहे थे| शायद अगली बार राहुल ही लक्ष्मी जी को पूजेगा| खैर वो सभ छोड़िए| पूजा की चौकी पर लक्ष्मी जी, सरस्वती जी, गणेश जी की तस्वीरें मौजूद थी| चौकी के दोनो ओर गन्ने पहरा दिए हुए थे, वैसे उन्हे पवित्रता का प्रतीक माना जाता है| पूजा आरंभ हुई गणेश जी के पूजन के साथ| सबसे पहले उन्हे जल से नहलाया गया, फिर मंत्र के अनुसार उन्हे वस्त्र पहनाए गये, टीका लगाया गया, फूल चडाए  गये ओर अंत में नैवैद्य के रूप में मोदक ओर सिक्के गणेश जी की तस्वीर के सामने रखे गये| इसी तरह वरुण देव ओर फिर नवग्रह की पूजा की गयी| लक्ष्मी जी ओर सरस्वती जी की पूजा के समय सारे चाँदी के सिक्को को नहलाया गया, 4 कलम ओर एक डायरी को सरस्वती जी के रूप मे पूजा गया, पंडित जी ने डायरी के पहले पन्ने पर स्वास्तिक का चिन्ह भी सजाया| फिर सभी खड़े हुए और कपूर ओर घी में डूबी 5 बातियों की रोशनी में आरती गाई| पंडित जी को दक्षिणा के साथ विदा करने के बाद सभी ने अपने से बड़ों के पैर छुए, स्मार्ट्फोन से तस्वीरें लीं गयी ओर बच्चों को तोहफे दिए गये| फिर सभी ने मिठाइयाँ खाईं ओर घूमने निकल गये|  वैसे इस बार फटाके जलाने का मन नही था |

-- वैभव

Happy Diwali

As they walked through, people celebrated this occasion of revelry. Diyas lighted up the alley and crackers burst with a flourish, all proclaiming their arrival. Yes, Lord Rama, the most beautiful Sita and the valiant Laxmana had returned to Ayodhya ending the term of exile. The air lumbered in ecstasy, the night sky shrouded itself in gaiety while the benign smile embellished the visage of Lord Rama. He had emerged victorious of his exile, vanquishing the king of Lanka and gutting down his realm of evil and darkness. But he was not alone, he was allied by the ‘vanar sena’, a battalion of valiant comrades that is still remembered with profuse pride in one’s heart.