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
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
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.
beyond the horizons he had gone.
Amidst the rubble she shed a tear,
got up, and moved on.
– Saumya Patki
“Why have you brought me along if all you wanted to do was chat with those random chicks on Facebook all day?!” Durga flung that question across the hotel room at Tanuj, “Is this why you begged me to marry you?” When Tanuj continued to ignore her, she burst into tears and rushed into the bathroom. She looked into the mirror as she contemplated over Tanuj cajoling her to say yes to arranged marriage. “We’ll be together. I’ll love you so much that you’ll forget that it was an arranged marriage … ” he had said. Continue reading “The Rising”
“Mrs. Kale, we need to talk. Your daughter has been held up in the principal’s office for beating up a boy from her class. Please, could you come down to the school?” Sunita kept the receiver down with a sigh. Why was her daughter behaving this way? Such a sweet, loving child she was otherwise! Pondering over what could have been the reason to beat up the poor boy, she got up awkwardly from the sofa and grabbed the car keys. She heaved a sigh as she settled into the driving seat and adjusted it to accommodate her growing belly. Continue reading “Acceptance”