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 Trending Features

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”

Posted in Experiences

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”

Posted in Short Stories

The Rising

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”