The cracks of the heart opened!So much is left behind..Some glittery glimpses,Soft shiny joras,Jingle of glass bangles,Red henna palmed,So much laughter,Eyes brimming with joy,New matching heels,Flowers in tall vases,Crisp eidi notes,And a small handbag to put all the blessings in it.. Sweet aroma of sheer khurma,The fragrant biryani,Shallow fried kababs,Packet of chips,Ammi smiling,Babbu’s tight hug,Playing
The rising of the dawn with a windy mist,sky thundered last night and left a glimpse of unseen rainbow,filled the surrounding with musk,the chirping of birds welcoming pale day light,the pouring of raindrops one after another,not a gush of water but breathable drips,the thunder in sky again but not of clouds,the shrieking boom of war
The catastrophical jolt would hit the walls and glass panels,They either shiver with pain or collapse! With each sound, the nerves get wrecked,Sometimes the state of numbness never shifts,Is this due to the insensitive souls we have nurtured? The frequency of pool of blood, wrecked buildings and dead bodies may hit a day or two,The
It takes a little courage to bend some more,A few grains to nourish some souls,Scattered on the earthen floor,Bit by bit, their beaks pick..From the tree’s trunk, scanning if there is anymore,Like a blessed treasured, it is all poured,Fragmented and tiny but all dispersed!Each opening in its time like a mystic door,Such a sight, leading
The chopped onions and some coriander stayed in the yellow plastic pot,the scattered chickpeas flour on every counter,the sizzle of oil heating in a wok on stove,a jug filled with water,salt and chillies,some more spices,everything- as if a battlefield some limbs here and there,in small pool of blood,a child holding a toy car clad in
It is long that I have moved from the illusion of someone uttering they miss me.. missing someone is a feeling so nostalgic in its nature. How could someone miss a person with whom he or she had never experienced those moments and memories. Nothing to cherish.. just a fallacy to calm hearts or a
A table wide and long filled with heads,more with glee, less with gloom,regardless of all occurrences, cheering a toast nodding a sige,unknowingly agreeing to the master craft of ungodly affairs,they all writ their destinies in black,taking oath to Belial,clad in crisp white,all the godly and pious,concurring the wide spread of darkness in a world where
The sizzling sound of an intercepted missile,The appearance of smoke in the clear blue sky,I hear and see this!But within this sight,a face appeared with teary eyeswailing to stop this,weeping to bring a halt,agonizingly uttering, you know in this all, I lost my father and my mom lost her dear husband,she lost her unborn child
Veiled??Shall not all faces be unveiled?At this catastrophically moment of time to uncoverUncover the loathe and murkiness hidden beneath the chests..the masks of all whites to be exposed and unleashing the black within!
I wish Ammi is not witnessing me messing with her recipes and presenting them valiantly as a hostess uttering with immense pride this is how my Ammi used to cook and serve.. but maybe deep down the idea is not experimentation of her recipes and yearning for an applause but it is the inner child
