Inscrutable Expressions!

The strand of hair fluttered about her face, caressing her every now and then, as if in complete submission to her beauty. Her blank straight face posed a contrast, made all the more stark by the absence of any cue. An emotion would have been an acknowledgment, the indifference seemed unnecessary an authority over submission.

Twas a scream that only she could hear, enveloped by the silence around. It's shrillness like the chilly winter breeze cutting through her ears. She made a deliberate effort to let it pass, but it seemed impregnable. It instead passaged its way inside her, like a cold hollow, deeper and deeper so long as it became unbearable to contain and she wished she could divulge it all at once...

One half of me is a maverick untame; One half of me is utterly insane; One half of me yearns for attention; One half of me rebels restriction; One half of me grows morose when lone; One half of me fears unknown; One half of me loves like crazy; One half of me thrives on fantasy; One half of me thinks a thought myriad; One half of me never learnt to give up; Unfortunately, the other half follows the first! ;)

Just so untouched she had always been, So untouched she shall be; The emotions that once swelled inside her, Are nowhere now to be seen. Lips pursed tight she sits in a corner, Into the hollow she stares; No dreams, no hopes, no expectations, There isn't a sign of a demeanor. Just so untouched she had always been, So untouched she shall be; Once there lived a pretty damsel, Her life's melancholy akin a solitary stream.

Dew drops on the rose sit clear and round, Enhancing its beauty manifold; Sparkling in rainbow colors they appeal, But do they know its surreal; Akin fragrance, they shall not persist, The union is so short-lived; Touch the petal and they roll down quick, Out comes the sun and the trace is amiss!

चंद लम्हों की बातों में जैसे सारी ज़िंदगी सिमट गई, न था इन्कार, न इकरार खुशी कुछ यूं असर कर गई। दिल ने दिल से जो की बात, वो तो बहाना था, साथ मिल जाए दो पल और क्या पाना था ।।

I am a 'common' man--how does it sound? As hackneyed as it means...!! Every other man walking on the road,travelling in a local train or bus,or thronging the parks, museums, theatres, temples is a common man..Right?? Struggling to earn a living, though never despirited as to see larger than life dreams(still being aware of the line between--CanS and Can notS),but sacrificing all the more to make spouse,children,parents happy,cutting down to 'LivingSize',as I reckon, in everything."Savings" (It is the buzzword !! The more you amass or succeed in doing so,the more is your Intellectual meter shooting) demarcates the more judicious lot."Expenditures" are curtailed as much as possible and frugality is practised. There is neither deprivation nor flaunt. Life's squeezed on all sides! And its not possible to break free from the hassles of life. But yes,that was the bird's eye view. There is something 'un'common about every common man you walk

Life gives us a million reasons to smile,its upon us to halt and identify them.I have identified a few things that give me joy.How about you? 1.Smell of the ground after first showers. 2.Sound of rain-drops falling on the roof. 3.Coo-ing of the koel at a distance. 4.Dew drops on the flowers early morning. 5.Ringing of the temple bells. 6.Light from a 'diya' in the dark. 7.Sunset at the sea-shore. 8.Echoing of your voice at the mountainside. 9.Wind blowing across your face. 10.Walking on the green grass, early morning during monsoons,bare feet. 11.A baby smiling sweetly while sleeping cozily in your arms. 12.Humming a melodious tune that you love. 13.Laughing so hard that tears roll into your eyes and your stomach hurts. 14.Smile on a dear friend's face that can be felt on your heart. 15.Moonlight falling on the waves at sea-shore. 16.Gazing at the stars twinkle on a stary night. 17.Mother's warm hand pressing your fore-head when you're tired and sad. 18.Sitting on t

It was pleasant Monday morning, The alarm clock was screaming. Lying on my bed yawning, I postponed awaking. Last night I had made a mess, I felt,from a hectic schedule,it was a recess. I stayed awake till late, As I was chatting on internet. Now fantasy met reality, And I cursed my irrationality. Rubbing my eyes,I gazed at the clock, Alas!There wasn't a free slot. I put off the alarm, And jumped out of the bed without a qualm. Getting ready was like a race, I couldn't miss my bus, in any case. The daily chores seemed like hurdles, Being an old player I had mastered the riddle. Though breakfast still remained out of itinerary, Timely reaching the bus stop was always a higher priority. I reached my stop panting, Ah! the bus was already honking. The Lady Luck at me seemed smiling, The sight of the bus was never before,so gratifying. I boarded the bus with a sense of achievement, "I'll go to bed early from next time!"-followed this commitment. Though it was never mor

For a long long time ,I evaded writing a blog.Justifying my eschewal and satisfying my inner self with the very thought that there are more significant things in life to do.Though there always remained this clandestine desire to establish myself as a "Successful Blogger"(as I would coin it). "WHAT TO WRITE??" What will I write? would be the question that would intimidate me always.Cloaking my inability, to decide(as true to my Geminian character) on a worthy topic for my blog, with my feigned "busyness" would always be a recourse.Who, in this world, has time for such trivial activities? Blogging is a sport of the idlers- was always a re-assuring thought.But then selecting a befitting topic was not the sole hurdle. "HOW TO WRITE??" More daunting task would be to assimilate my thoughts and produce in a form that would leave my audience all enthralled and eulogising.This activity would call for juggling with my nerves,scribbling sheets of paper one