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

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

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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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The Comeback

It had been a year since I had seen the face of the track. Throughout the year, I had struggled to escape from the routine I was entangled in, but to no avail. Now that life had offered me a window in the form of a cancelled meeting, I had some time to spare for myself, to breathe and to relax. As usual, on the way home, I drove past the Balewadi stadium. My head turned involuntarily, as it did everyday, to catch a glimpse of the shining red of the synthetic warm-up track in contrast with the lush green of the grassy field it encircled. Continue reading “The Comeback”