Posted in Poetry & Prose

The Street Musician

Years of longing had turned his heart callous
and yet, those eyes reflected the pain in his ballads.
Was it the beauty of those aching melodies?
Or was it the turmoil of long forgotten memories?

The musician sat there amidst his own lilting tunes.
The sound was but a cry out over the dunes
so someone somewhere would then approach;
upon his silence, they’d encroach.

As if in answer, approached a boy very meek:
patiently heard his song, and kissed him on his cheek.
The boy spoke warmly, and broke the man’s rut,
opening up a heart that had been for years shut.

The boy surely spun some magic that day!
For, now the man sings happy songs
and smiles when he plays.

– Saumya Patki

Posted in Poetry & Prose

The Story Behind Her Walls

She was pristine, untouched.
He ached to reach forbidden peaks.
She saw him approaching;
Built up walls high:
Impossible for him to sneak.

He renounced all attempts,
and settled for a heart-to-heart instead.
She became amicable and unknowing
while to her instincts, poison he fed.

She raised him on pedestals,
mighty and high
till he finally rest his elbows on her walls,
to lean in and spy.

One day, he leaped over
and sneaked upon her.
Taken aback, she struck him down
like thunder.

Ego wounded,
outside her walls he crept.
Mourning the loss of a friend,
bitterly she wept.

Time flew by;
she missed him a lot.
Wondering what would have been
had she struck him not.

Knocking down her walls,
she extended a hand
to find he had headed
for greener lands.

Wandering away,
beyond the horizons he had gone.
Amidst the rubble she shed a tear,
got up, and moved on.

– Saumya Patki

Posted in Poetry & Prose

The Invincibles

Cage them; they’ll dream of freedom

Break their wings, yet they’ll strive towards flight

Break their spirit, and you’ll have but soulless captives

Try to conquer; they’ll fight

Be a usurper; they’ll rebel

Be a murderer, and you’ll only rule over carcasses

You’ll make your mark for sure

Walk down the path to glory indeed

Yet, you’ll be all alone

Their haunting screams robbing your mind of peace

Your heart: heavier than stone

And a dark storm raging within

– Saumya Patki

Posted in Poetry & Prose

A Letter To An Old Friend

Years have passed.
Time’s been lost.
We’re adults for sure,
Very much mature

Guitars abandoned,
Tunes forgotten,
Memories lie asunder
Across paths long trodden.

Broken shoelaces
And young cheerful faces
Replaced by sophistication,
But with graying traces.

I know a different You;
You’re used to a different Me.
We’ve changed, not the same
Our friendship’s a mere memory.

We’re known strangers now,
Chaotic feelings within.
Pondering over the past,
Judging each other
For what could have been ..

Years have passed.
Time’s been lost.
We’re adults for sure,
Indeed very mature.

– Saumya Patki

Posted in Trending Features

Gathering For A Cause

It happens in a flash, taking people by surprise. While making a memorable proposal to your girlfriend, you are suddenly surrounded by a dancing crowd. A harmless pillow fight takes off in the streets out of nowhere. On your first day at work, you’re surrounded by your new colleagues who break out into a dance to welcome you. Who, do you think, constitute this unanticipated assembly of people? They are part of a flash mob that has already become a trend in many countries abroad and a bit later in India as well. Continue reading “Gathering For A Cause”

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Net Loss

When the Internet had become popular initially, few would have thought that this medium of effective communication and acquisition of knowledge could lead to addiction. But, while those who are already on the way to turning into addicts may not agree, Internet addiction has become a major problem in urban areas where journeying through cyberspace has become a part of day-to-day living. Continue reading “Net Loss”

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The Sharmaji ka Beta / Sharmaji ki Beti Syndrome

We all have to accept it: growing up was really tough. As students we spent most of our time trying to live up to our parents’ expectations, juggling academics, extracurricular activities, and friends. Well, most parents will say that they had very simple expectations; they only wanted us to do good in our respective careers. Hence all the pressure.

We’ve all had that one particular annoying auntyji in our childhood, who kept comparing every achievement of ours with that ever-elusive Sharmaji ka beta / beti. If we scored 90%, Sharmaji’s progeny scored a 99%; if we won a state tournament, the young Sharma scion was made an international champion of some obscure sport, but yes, please take note: INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION! Continue reading “The Sharmaji ka Beta / Sharmaji ki Beti Syndrome”

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A Non Swimmer’s Parasailing Experience

Let’s get to the point: I’m the black sheep of the family. Everyone in the family (except me of course) is an expert swimmer and thus a water sports enthusiast. Hence you can imagine the general scenario on our family trip to Malaysia. In Kuala Lumpur, during our stay at the Genting Highlands, I went gaga over all the rides. I felt so proud: I’d braved the toughest and scariest of rides. And then, that amazing feeling didn’t stay for long as we traveled to Langkawi the next day. Continue reading “A Non Swimmer’s Parasailing Experience”