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Little sissie

My little sister is the one I miss,

                     Who never lets me give her a kiss.

This heart is brimmed with many memories,

                     Of telling each other silly stories.

All day long what we did was fight,

                                 To prove who is wrong and who is right.

Wanting always to play with my toy,

                              Unknowingly she would spoil my joy.

Time has certainly ripped us apart,

                            Together we are linked by the heart.

As such she is gentle and coy,

                          But watch her on her own oh boy!

In her I treasure a wonderful friend,

                                       With her dreamy moments can never end.

There are times I wish to hug her tight,

                                        And treat myself with her smile so bright.

I’d thank god for giving her to me,

                           Never in her eyes tears can I see.

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Posted by on August 9, 2012 in Poems


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Explaining how to solve me…

When I am alone, with sorrow my heart cries in pain,

All bad memories come to me like the flooding rain.


Every way out seems to be closed or blocked,

I am trapped in there to suffocate just locked.


I call your name hoping to be heard,

Expecting you to free me as, you get my word.


What you do is stand and stare,

Trying to gain courage to understand then dare.


But I need you to just hold me in your arms,

Speak some comforting words that act on me like charms.


Come close boy and listen to my heart,

Look into my eyes lovingly for the magic to start.


With you by my side no harm can come,

Problems will run away quickly in direction some.


Soon I will be fine with a smile glowing,

Trying to engage you in the, mischief playing.


Posted by on August 9, 2012 in Poems


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Down lanes that are no more there!


Sitting by the balcony, I frequently lose my adult self in memories,
of the childhood I spent in Andheri apartment, climbing trees & dreaming of fairies.

Summer or rain, time for play was always to spare,
exam or vacation, children busy in game was not rare.

Seeking the hiders or poisoning the victims, as we ran screaming ‘water’ and ‘land’,
oh I remember! Crocodile with his colours & what Simon says!, smudging soil or sand.

Not far were the rainy days so dull,
we knew better than paper boats to lull.

Making teams as super heroes, we climbed walls and conquered streets.
Cycling was rash so was badminton, langdi and the Nanak jayanti treats!

Expanding our horizons and aiming for vast sky,
as kids we just knew freedom and honesty, but never cared for lie.

Nap time was to escape and find a door key,
of our pastime looking for stones, shells, pebbles & birds to see.

Fort out of sheets or clay brought us no shame,
pearls of laughter followed our Shankar (dog) as we try to tame.

In the pursuit of growing up, I have so much unknowingly given up,
pals, pranks, picnics, places and Barbie princesses; I want to again live it up!

Three cheers for childhood, as those days were awesome,
for my long lost friends, you sure helped me blossom.

If we meet sometime down the memory lane, just don’t add me only on Facebook,
jog a little with me and we could even make the childhood scrap book.

I am proud and delighted to have those years of fun,
when festivals were celebration and competition meant, just Run!

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Posted by on July 25, 2012 in Poems, Writing


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Ghostly Wellcome to Death!

There was a small village that had a population of 500 people. It was a happy place to live. It had all the facilities and the people flourished and live comfortably there. In this village lived a girl named Kristie. She was in her early teens. She lived with her parents and a younger sister. Their family was a small joyous one. The parents taught their daughters to believe in themselves and have faith in God. They trusted their daughters and thought they are self-sufficient. One fine evening Kristie was playing hide and seek with her friends. She was a good at it and anyone could hardly find her most of the times when they played. Sometimes she used to come out of hiding after a day or two. But most of her hiding places were known to all, now she needed a new spot to hide herself.

She went to the far off fields and near the well she found a good hiding place. She hid there for many hours together thinking her friends are searching for her. She had some candy bars that kept her hunger satiated. Now it was night time as she peeked out of her hiding place. “Oh God, It is night now and I am unable to see anything.” said Kristie. She started walking around to trying to find the way back home. Suddenly her leg slipped and she fell into the well. Her dress belt got stuck in the shrub that kept her from hurting herself from the fall.

She tried to understand what happened and she felt the cold water under her feet. ‘I am in the well’, thought Kristie. She wanted to climb up and go back home to her parents. They were going to celebrate her sister’s birthday next day. As she tried to free herself from the branches of the shrub she fell into the water. It was ice cold water. She felt the things around with her hands and found a slab of wall, near the well that was above the water. She climbed it and sat there, it kept her from being in the chilling waters all night. She ate her chocolate bars and thought about home.

There was a sound – a soft whisper, near her. She wondered what it could be! Then it came again, the whisper, this time it was like someone said something in her ears. “You will not be able to go out from here now.” “You are trapped here forever”, said the voice again. She couldn’t see anything so she asked, “who are you and what are you doing here in this well?” The voice replied,” I am a woman and I was trapped here long time ago.” Kristie couldn’t understand what was going on. She wondered who the person could be and what made her stay there in that well. Kristie asked, “Do you live here?” The voice replied, “Yes! Since the past 100 years.” “So you are a spirit”, Kristie asked. “Right my dear”, replied the voice. “I was a visitor here; I came to see my friend in this village.” “I just stopped here to drink water and I slipped into this well.” “I waited for 8 long days thinking I will be found by someone, and then I died.” Kristie was shocked to hear this. She thought this was a dream and she was imagining all this happening to her. But the cold winds from the top of the wells and the stars in the sky made her believe her that this was happening in reality. She said to the spirit that she will be taken away the next day when her parents find her missing. On hearing this, the spirit laughed loudly and said, “I was like you too, believing that I will be found.” “It is not like that dear; no one cares about people who are out of sight.” “No, my parents love me very much and they will find me tomorrow.” “It is my sister’s birthday too, and I have made a doll house for her as a present.” said Kristie. She fell asleep thinking about the doll house and her sister’s birthday surprise.

It was a bird that woke her up. She looked around and was surprised to see that it was the well and it was no dream. She looked up at the walls of the well. They were partly broken and shrubs grew around it. No wonder she didn’t see the well, as the shrubs covered it. She called for help many times, but no one ever replied to her voice. She was exhausted and hungry. She wanted to be home helping her mom with the birthday preparations. Back home everyone thought she was playing one of her pranks again, as a part of the birthday surprise. She saw the water and played with the birds and the frogs in the well. She even stepped up on the bricks adjoining the wall of the well but they were old so they fell off on touching. She thought of the voice she heard last night. She believed in her parents and their teachings. She had trust that they will find her missing and come looking for her. She picked wild berries of the bushes growing through the cracks in the walls and ate them. She kept praying that she could be there for her sister’s birthday.

She fell asleep thinking about going back and living her free life again. Days kept passing by and no one found her in the well. Her parents went on a holiday with her sister leaving a note for her. They thought she went to see her aunt in the next village or was just playing around. She kept waiting in the well. Her calls echoing through the walls of the well made her happy for a while; she thought it was someone out there calling her name. She had the spirit for company at times. The spirit told her many times that no one was coming and she should make the well her home, but she kept faith in her parents, their teachings and love. Six days passed with the berries and the well water. She begun to get weaker and weaker physically every day, but her faith was strong as ever. She kept wondering what games her friends would play when they will meet and what all she wanted to do when she grew up.

The spirit took care of her and gave her company. Soon her condition worsened and she was nearing death. She still kept looking at the top of the well, at the sky and waited for her family and friends to find her. But no one came ever. She died and the well was her corpse’s home. She met God after death and he said, “Child you go alone on earth and you come back alone, the bonds that you make during that journey shouldn’t be trusted more than you trust yourself.” “If you had trusted yourself more this wouldn’t have been so difficult for you to accept and you would have been careful while playing or died in peace.”

– Mildew


Posted by on May 3, 2012 in Home, Short Stories


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