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{inspired by a cellphone SMS}


How heavy I feel,

When you look at me….O dear!

With tearful eyes

And I can smile at you Not. How heavy I feel, When you greet me goodbye, With that shaking, trembling voice And I can greet you Not.
How heavy I feel,
When tears roll down your cheeks…
Those dew drops I had treasured
And I can console you Not.

How heavy I feel,
When you give a heart-rending cry—
Calling out my name
And I can come back Not.

It is then,
That I realize…..
You are sitting,
Beside my grave…

Bouts of Emotion

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Bouts of Emotion

Deep within, the rhythm goes on
The solitary heart beats for the soul forlorn.
The vibrant emotions overflow, o hold!
As the insane night creeps on the world.

How it tries, to escape through the haze of pain
The guardian angels leave, their comrades all slain.
Eyes swollen, but tears, not even a drop,
All sucked in by the thirsty hope.

Weeping again on the graveyard sight
Happiness, Love, Peace—all buried underneath.
“Come to me,” the wailing emotions urge,
Only, into the blank air does it merge.
As deep within, the rhythm goes onThe solitary heart beats for the soul forlorn

The Spell

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The Spell

Here he comes
Formally dressed
A violin in the hand
And a smile on the face.

Seats himself, as he does;
Amidst the loud applauses—
People cheer him up
He hears, smiles but replies not.

As the show begins
The violin is played
Spirits are lifted, solaced
And silence abides the place.

Tunes, played one by one
A note comes after the other
Three hours pass thus,
But the enchanted lot
Know it not.

Hypnotized, as if they were
Lost in a deep trance,
Listened to the soulful music
Peacefully; disturbed neither—
By the time that passed.

He stopped at the end,
Woke up from his seat
Bowed his head
But no claps heard
The unknown magic
Had killed them all.

My Last Trip Before Lockdown

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When Covid19 had just put its foot in the country with only 3 cases in Kerala, we had our Ooty trip planned. All tickets and bookings were done since the new year. With just three days in hand, four of us travelled from Mumbai, Pune and Bhubaneswar, to Kempegowda International Airport, Bengaluru, to join a few others staying in the city. And the excitement to finally meet one another after 6 months of that trip to Pune, the Lohagard Trek- we were kids excitedly clicking selfies in our face masks, hurriedly putting a quick dab of sanitizer before hugging one another.


Next day early morning we were to start for Ooty. Sleepy heads, gulping a bowl each of muesli, we started onward journey to Bandipur National Park. Devouring uttapams, dosas and piping hot cups of coffee for breakfast at a restaurant by the highway, chit chats were full on, as was the music and dance in the 12-seater vehicle. Funny anecdotes had us laughing our hearts out, gossips were such a thrill and cooking recipe exch…

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