A Monsoon Day

That day I came exhausted from my mundane job. Walking 2000 meters is not an easy job for a hot rough day and that even after eight hours of ass-bustling job. But is surely a pleasure for a monsoon raining day. Sun plays hide & seek with clouds camouflages itself. Those fine droplets drenching me bit by bit were singing the natures song. Reaching the staff hostel-aka my new destination now-a-days – sat down on the porch under the marquee protecting my self from nature pearls. I didn’t wish to go in my room considering the atmosphere and the vibes being emitted. High-accelerated cool zephyr was blowing and was giving a chilly touch to my body. As I was sitting there, I saw a puddle, almost heart shaped. It was full of water, but muddy. Fine rainwater droplets were giving a tender touch to the surface of puddle water. I was elated as well stunned as to see the charisma of nature. But something was hindering me. I stood up gave my legs some acceleration and reached to the puddle. I vigorously pulled away all the puddle water out of it. Cleaned all the dust and made it clean and returned to my sitting. While after, rainwater poured in and puddle was full again. The rain pearls where singing the natures song, dappling on the water surface, creating ripples and forming concentric circles, choiring the nature. Each ripple at different parts of the puddle was a whole world in itself. Each one trying to interject each other, but before they even know they exist, they were forced to die and new ripples were taking their place. You work all day long midst of coarse and wolfing sound of the factory, yelling and crying of workers and high temperature, onto that, wearing helmet, nose cuff and safety shoes – aka hunter shoes-one feel like a monster drilling inside. At the end of the day you fell totally exhausted, energy’s drained, all enthusiasm gone, back wrecked, legs tired. Seems like all juices of your body is been sucked by the dinosaur company. But after all this, when one see something like nature’s classiness, one get in the groove and feel the nature in one’s closet, one feel fresh, energetic and full of inner urge to think and to do something new and vibrant.

A women in Love with Herself

Unconditional, selfless love
Cherishing a tender dove.
Smirks & giggles,
Tempers & moods.
Temperamental n supernatural
Diplomatic n democratic.
Monarchy, not anarchy
Dedicated, not distracted.
Antidote of her own love,
Makes her feel fresh all life long.
Elixir is her soothing,
Without which she’s nothing.
She’s the best, craves the greatest,
Inflinching beauty, neglecting the creepiest.
Thinking of him every minute,
Never gets into tantrum fit.
She never fails in rejoicing,
She always adorns the gracing.
Always lives the moments,
Without hiccups & comments.
Cherishes the past,
Never lives in cast.
Always founds the superlative love,
Comparable with the sky above.
She always resists & persists,
She always devotes,
She never hesitates,
She always makes the up-troughs,
She’s the dearest; she’s the calmest,
She’s the one who makes everyone uphill.
She’s the goddess; she’s the prowess,
She’s the mother; she’s the sister,
She’s love; she’s darling love.

Lila

Beneath the marquee, on the outer porch he was playing marbles. He never felt alone, he never felt loony. He used to play all the games alone. May be there was some kinda chip inserted in his brain, which made him dual. He was the only boy of widowed Lila. She was beautiful indeed. At the age of thirty-five, she was looking no more then thirty. Still the same aura, the same freshness, those sharp curves adorned her body. She undoubtedly maintained her skin. Slim & trendy with cheesy thighs and bright fair complexion, she looked more than beautiful. Her melancholic almond shaped hazel eyes with crimson lips and tight buttocks can make anybody turn on. After all she was the wife of an ex-Indian Air Force pilot Wg. Cdr. Kandarp Bhargava. He, unfortunately died while on an air-to-ground strike during 2001 Kargil war, which was a heart-sank demise for Lila of her beloved hubby. He was flying with Mig-29 laser tipped bombing attack on hidden Pakistani camouflages, and met sudden demise as a bazooka touched his Mig’s fuel tank when he was flying at lower altitudes. He was a Badminton champion during CDS academy training, and that’s the place where, he met Lila for the first time. They were face to face during Badminton Championship match during Sports Fiesta, the annual flagship even of Dehradun Air Force Academy. Lila is the only child of Air Vice Marshall Sudhir Mishra. No doubt, both Lila and Kandarp were flamboyant and flashy. Each one had full qualities to attract each other. All that needed is, only one approach by any one of them. Gradually, everything went on properly and they got married in a short while. They were like two bodies and one soul. They always enjoyed their lovely moments, and treasured them. Which might Lila is cherishing now a days. She still remembers those late night bed dramas and rose petal baths, kitchen masti and late night terrace goof-ups. She still remembers how they used to remain seated for hours & hours, arms in arms feeling the warmth of their closeness on the terrace, wrapped in a single bed sheet fully naked and toasting red wine; and the kid still plays alone, and can see a sparkle rolling down her face.

Ciao.