You are my ‘wonder’

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Wondering I sat, why my thoughts are wandering to YOU

Whoever you are to me, but you make my senses swing

Oh! I wish I could be everything you want me to be

But alas, all these just a flying flash of fantasy ? Continue reading “You are my ‘wonder’”

A drop of tear

Cornered in a crowded city bus,

With face so charming yet worried,

Her dark eyes placid and painful,

She sat there like a frozen statue.


Seven years before on a Valentine’s Day,

She met a man with sharp brown eyes,

Eyes locked and mind intertwined,

Days went by, not even a word shared.


On a fine morning he sat beside her,

In that corner seat, with smile so bewitching;

Not hesitated when he initiated for a talk,

Sat in silence, though in haste to pour out.


It was love at first sight, an instant sprout,

Two hearts tuned into oneness;

Sitting together there in that garden bench,

They knitted lots of knots of love.


Months went by, secretly signed the bond,

As man and wife they started a new life.

The day came when he left for the war,

With tears of sorrow she bade him bye.


Mails were frequent and calls always plenty,

Till on a dark winter day everything stood still.

Years went by and he never showed up,

She waited with love’s own spark of hope.


Today again Valentine’s Day, she rushed to the park,

Heart warm with her lover’s thoughts;

Sun was almost set and darkness deepening,

She too drowning in the pool of despair.


Couples scattered everywhere in jolly mood,

While she felt alone with tears restrained;

With her face buried in her cuddled palms

Refraining herself from the day’s hubbub.


Someone shook her up, her eyes blurred,

Was she dreaming? She pinched to confirm,

There stood her man with wide spread arms,

Miracles do happen with love’s magic charm.


Eyes widened and heart wondering,

She stood for a while, in sweet amazement;

No questions asked she hugged him tight,

A drop of tear dribbled down her cheek.

Why so late?

 The sun is not bright enough or the moon cool

The sky is not blue enough or the clouds dark


The thunder is not loud enough or the wind fierce

The ocean is not deep enough or the shore vast


The flowers are not lovely enough or the leaves green

The birds are not melodious enough or the rivers giggling


The world is not wonderful enough or the life beautiful

The people are not cordial enough or the friends intimate


The morning is not brisk enough or the night calm

The summer is not sunny enough or the winter rainy


The food is not delicious enough or the snacks crispy

The coffee is not strong enough or the wine sour


The books are not interesting enough or the films thrilling

The melodies are not soothing enough or the pop tempting


The hugs are not tight enough or the kisses intense

The sleep is not sound enough or the bed rosy


My senses are immune to all natural things and turned frozen

Why my mind bleeds and feels so meek and bleak?


It is just nothing but a call that I got from my sweetheart

She will be coming only after one month, alas, miss her a lot.


Be in love at least once in your life, the rapture undefined

Behold the panic of love, being captured in another heart.

Aged but young

 In no time she coloured her hair

With no grey hair left to show up


Few minutes in beauty parlour

Face glared with no wrinkles


Attired in a most modern dress

Her each move so enticing


She floated through the street

Brisk and beaming like a damsel


Tickles travelled through her body

When amazed eyes stick on her


Nothing reminded her of the age

Still feeling so young and lively


Entered her office even prior to time

But stunned by the impending sour news


Tears rushed, but hushed with strain

One more month to go for her retirement


The day dragged on she totally drooped

Drained of life she returned home


Her hubby at gate with a blooming face

Courted her to home, so unusual


Blinking tears with a blank mind

Never had she felt so weak all through


The door opened with a Bang! With

Some soft music so mellowing


Her hubby said aloud “It is our first wedding day”,

“But after the thirty fifth” he whispered


Now standing beside him in her wedding dress

She was beaming with glowing youth


Just hand in hand they walked out

To celebrate the day’s mirth


Behind every aged BUT young woman

There stands a man always loving and caring