Dreams do come true

                      Dreams do come true

I snatched my bag and ran from room to room

I could not find my pen; I could not find my shoes

There were too many things lying on my bed

Which files and things I had to take was undecided.

I looked at the watch and saw my empty wrist

 No pen, no books, no watch

I asked myself “What kind of day is this?”

My clothes not ironed, each strand of hair is astray

Oh! This day! This day!

I yelled, I cursed, I looked fanatically

Things were hazy and I was going crazy.

I opened my eyes, my head throbbing hard

“Where am I” was the question I asked

I looked around and realized I was on my bed

I told myself “It was just a dream”

And fished for my mobile to see what time it was

It was almost time for me to get up

But I told myself “you can have 5 minutes extra”.

It felt great to be lazing on the bed again

“Just 5 minutes” I told myself.

I woke up after, which seemed some minutes

Stretched myself and at the mobile, I gazed

 5 minutes had turned to an hour

And just like the dream the yelling, looking, cursing began

That was the day I knew

Dreams do come true J :P

NEMISES

  Nemises

I knew ever since u left, that I will miss u

First madly n badly, then the pain will ebb away

Slowly this phase of love n longing will pass

Not that I will cease loving u

If fact, I know, for days or months or years

Every man I meet will seem like u

Or I will try to find u in every guy

But no guy can be like u

In fact I don’t want anyone like u

All I want is u….ever…

How to be over u, will be my agenda

In trying to forget u

I will remember ur voice calling my name

Remember ur fingers caressing my hair

Sleeping soundly, knowing u r there…

As time passes I will realize u r no more there

Not in the room, not in the house

Neither in my life

And perhaps one day I will accept ur absence

That will b the day I will laugh loudly at my silliness

As I m crying now……

no....no... not again!

Not Again!

I wanted to go back…didn’t want to climb up….Will I get those displeased expressions? What will be said? These questions persisted. How was I going to handle the situation, was a big question mark. Perhaps, I could begin by saying sorry. That was an old idea and I knew it was not going to work.

The house was on the first floor and every step I took I tried a different answer, that would hopefully do the trick but even when I reached the last stair and stood in front of the house, I was yet to come up with an appropriate answer. My friend looked over her shoulder and asked me not to worry, saying so she rang the door-bell. The door opened and I could hear the inevitable one word question - chocolate?  The door opened wider and the small one stood there, her eyes looking directly at me and I thought “no! No! Nooo! Not again”. I knew I had to get it for her; but it so happened that we were busy chatting and I forgot .Since I was already at their place, I would have to walk at least 2miles in order to get it (that’s not an exaggeration).  My friend, who is also the mother of the two year old interviewer, said “we will get it later”. The expression immediately changed from expecting to sadness. So I asked her if there was a shop nearby. She held my hand and took me to a bedroom and from the window pointed at some place and said there is a shop there. Her elder brother said “that is closed in the noontime”. Déjà vu, I thought. And I remembered the first time I had met the little one.

My friend had invited me to her place. I knew she had two kids and I planned to pick something up for them, on the way to their house but unfortunately I forgot (sounds familiar?) so when I landed at their place; empty – handed the little one greeted me smilingly but after realizing that I was not carrying anything worth, she went to play. For some time she played in her room and refused to come out to meet me again. She hid behind the curtain and watched as her mother and I chatted.  One time, I hid behind the curtain and the minute she came out I grabbed her, she was scared at first but soon began to laugh, with that I told myself “ice is broken” and smiled at the thought. The rest was easy or so I thought. She recited poems, danced, sang and I thought “good she has forgotten about the chocolate”

After spending some time, I got up to take my leave. At the door I held the little one and said “I could not get anything for you, next time when I come I will get it”. She put her left hand on her hip and raising her right hand, motioned me to wait so I waited, puzzled. She came back and said “tum nahi lekar aaye kyuki tumharey paas paisey nahi hongey. Tum ye rakho.”(You probably did not get anything because you did not have money so keep this). She put her right hand forward and I extended my hand, filled with anticipation. I thought it is a flower or some sort of a card or toffee raping paper, with all these things in mind I opened my palm and lo!  A 2 rupee coin fell from her hand and landed in mine. She looked up to me and said “tumko zauat hogi”(you need it).

The two faces staring at me brought me back to the present and the only thing I could think of saying was “no! No! Noooo! Not again”.