April 2012

A small note

A mother’s plight as she signs the divorce papers & keeps the house-keys on the table over small note that reads:

Repeat my son’s age twice, that doctor is very forgetful,

When you take him to park, take Band-Aids a handful,

If he is cranky by the evening, ask who shared his lunch-box today,

He loves to use a dictionary, when he writes an essay,

The hidden toys are always in the side-pocket of the bag,

After winning at tennis, coach him to not brag,

Even if we are bidding adieu,

Will you please remember that he wants to be just like you?

Dichotomy.. ..

My smile would lure a many, but with you around it’s all stolen heartbeats if any.. ..

I’d spread my charm around, with you I’m charmed I found.. ..

The path from my heart to words is new; I fail to walk there for you.. ..

Sometimes words write themselves and I wonder why, only our story is cloaked and shy.. ..

Thoda sa fark hain.. ..

Apni hi muskuraahat pe itraatein the hum, par ek tumhare hi saamne, kambakht dhadkan saath nahee deti.. ..

Palat ke dekh le to jadoo chala dete hain hum, jabse tum aaye ho, chori se nazrein tumhe hain dekhti.. ..

Dil se shabdon tak ka raasta bhi abb lamba hua, chalna tum tak wahan mushkil hua.. ..

Yun to kavita apne aap ban jaati hain, bas ek humaari hi kahani sharmaati hain.. ..