The Worded Silence...

My silence threatens me now,
It’s the words they want…
That paper is blotted,
It’s the ink, they rant.



Tomorrow never rose,
Bygone is still present.
The church bells now honk,
The priest still confesses…

Those corner seats love..
Their tickets are still lucid.
No More the clock ticks,
Nobody does this heart pick!

Who am I to fall in love?
It’s in the hand of my beloved…
I am still a lover…while
He became the one, loved…

I am no more a child ..

She looked around,
Windows shut.
Curtains drawn…
The lights suddenly so bright…
Her arm scratched..
Her lips so dry…

Nameless hands,
Remorseful tears…
The clothes all tattered…
Her mind battered…
Was she just 13?
Or was it all a dream…

Feeling uncanny,
Her feet sauntered…
Lost was her mind.
Shunned were her eyes…
Her toys suddenly became alive,
Monsters they looked like…

Mummy, hold me again…
I am just so naïve..
Look around…
Tell me what happened…
Those faces seemed familiar…

I am no more a child…

Baarish ki wo raat

Dekhti hoon apni khidki se bahar,
Toh jahan, dooba dooba sa nazar aata hai…
Kuch insaan aur kuch anjaan…
Yahan sab nazar aata hai….

Un boondo ki tez raftaar se jab,
Mera aangan bheeg jata hai,
Kya kahu , ae naseeb tumse,
Mulakaton ka silsila qareeb aata hai…

Kuch yunhi machalti hui si wo saans,
Ajab se khel khelti wo aas….
Teri baahon ke hijaab mei chup jaana hai,
Sach, aaj mukaamal ho jana hai….

Us khuda ki nemat hai jo tum mile ho,
Kehdo toh hum bhi chale aayei,
Multavii kar dei is mahashar ko,
Aur, saaye mei tere yeh raat guzaar jayein…

On being a daughter approaching the marriageable age….

For some odd reason or another, relationships & human emotions always perplex me & yet at the same time, they overwhelm, excite and fascinate me, especially on the feminine side of the coin. I am 23 now & as per the Indian family calendar, am approaching the marriage podium soon… (All according to my parents and next of kin by the way)

My haven nowadays is abuzz with talks & whispers of how to get our eldest daughter and that’s me, betrothed. Gossips are in full throttle these days and nights with my parents crouching on the sofa sets and discussing things like, how to find suitable matches for their pyari daughter, finding all long lost relatives and checking if they have any good ladka in mindd…, “Kis relative ko kitne gifts dene hain “, “Beti kya pehnegi shaadi par”, etc etc & etc. I mean, come on. I’m still in my salad days & here all the tables are set and my mom is already day-dreaming about her future damaaad ji and how she would try( hardly) to be a purrfect saas to my hubby-to-be. Not that I’m complaining….but hum toh abhi bacche hain…

Just yesterday, I, my bro and my mum were getting back from our daily dose of outings, when my dear, tall brother opened his not-so-good mouth of words,

“Why don’t you give more attention in learning how to cook for the soul rather than blasting your ears with music from your dim-witted black mobile”.

My standard answer to his not-so-heeded advice being,

“Jab time aayega toh seekh jayungi”…

Kaboommm…that dialogue I uttered and my dear, coherent mother popped in and articulated,

“Haan haan, jab time aayega…tab saas kahegi, ma-baap ne kuch sikhaya nahi, bas bhejjj diyaaaa”…

Oh!! For the tantrums of the sasuraal have now etched out such a picture of it in my mind that my saas-ka-ghar looks to me like I am trapped inside a typical senile asylum…

My college mates too... have absolutely no other topic of interest other than mouthing just this one sentence to one another:

“Oh, did you know that cunning girl of our class got married. She indeed has a chikna husband. By the way, when are you catching up with the marriage fever”, She asked me…


When I told her I would tie the knot in another 2 or 3 years time or when lord wills…this is what she gaspingly tells me…

“Oh shoottt! How can you wait so long for your suhaag-raat??”

Little does the 5”4’ friend of mine know that she is indeed like a stupid child who doesn’t understand the fact that the suhaag-raat is the only raat of pleasure, rest all is like sitting on another man’s treasure….

The height of being married comes from the incident that my ex-class mate was so happy about his RECENT (take note: recent it was) marriage that his MSN display name is as follows: “hey ppl, me got married”…
Oh for Pete’s sake…how come you are alive then…

Even my college sports professor, who is an Iraqi national, recently talked me into the topic of marriage, all of a sudden...

“Wadh habben honey, you not getting married or you find nobody”

To which, I blushingly replied,

“No sir, im still single”

“Oh honey, your fadher is hiding you from all the boys haan”.

How I wish I could imitate that distorted English-language accent…

I’m so engulfed in this circle of marriage that I feel like humming a song, I wrote…

Everywhere I look,
Everywhere I glance,
There are boys all waiting for me,
To embrace a chance...

Marriage isn’t a cake,
Or no strawberry shake,
But still it keeps me pink,
At nights when I wanna take my forty winks...

Alas...Im just 22...
Trying to gain momentum as a lovely lady doo,
But my parents r going blue,
Trying to fix me up with a guy from the far-away igloo…


Help me oh unmarried souls,
For I am just another one of the small foals …
And now I don’t know what to write more,
So, im ending this nerve-wrecking song with an eye-sore….

P.S. – The worst part is that just next month i will be going for a reception party (again connected to marriage)….Hey Bhagwan….

What's your raashee????

I am a Sagittarius and a true one at that…

Just some days ago, I was having this usual camaraderie with a friend of mine on star signs and their impact on a person and as some humans, who are short-lived on knowledge comment, so did he.

He – Humbug! I don’t believe in all this horoscope thingy, just makes you more dependent on this shit.”

Well, for starters, I told him, horoscopes and star signs maybe related but are not same at all. A star sign is something that gives you a brief characteristic of people born under that sign, which is ascertained by finding out your birth time and place. Highly Scientific! A Horoscope on the other hand, just figures out our daily /monthly or yearly happening. It’s never associated with what a person you are or what entails your personality.

Still…He didn’t budge!!

He – “ No ways, I still don’t read all that. Each person has similar qualities in them, so what’s the use of knowing how your star sign affects you as a person.”

Ummmm…. Quite a self-delving thought process he has!

I agree each person has similar qualities in them, but then again, how these are utilized are completely based on your mannerisms, your behavioral traits and your reaction time to actions, so you see…even though you and me might have the trait of being BLUNTT… we might use it in different situations and varied ways.

I have a flock of friends and peers who very simply, don’t know the difference between a Horoscope and a Star Sign. Here’s what my very close friend had to say when asked:


ME – What’s your take on star signs?

Cmith: I’m a believer cause what ever people write, happens (He meant Horoscopes)

ME: not horoscopes haan, Star signs.
Cmith: okay, what are they?

So, it’s all bare and fair now. I am a staunch believer in Star Signs and thoroughly believe that although the world has over how-many-billion people around, their traits would somehow coincide or match, if born under the same star sign, unless, they are a cusp and hang between two signs.


The possibility of finding out more about the human race through this aspect is so lofty and vast, that it would open up new avenues in human science development and would help those long haired scientists to ascertain why certain people behave in a prescribed manner and I have sincerely learned through my power of observations that yes, people of similar star signs do have patterns that make them have similar leisure pursuits and gestures or probably a particular style of carrying their body language.

Like in a LEO, for example, you’d always notice them to be very confident, the way they stride is always very grand, they have this air in them, which they think is very COOL!! BUT NO, IT ISNT and trust me, all LEOS have it in them..

Sagittarians the flirts…

Scorpio – The mysterious…

Librans – Balanced…

Gemini – Two- Faceted…Blah and Blah…

Linda Goodman, the well-known author of the book, “Linda Goodman’s Sun Signs” has indeed written some wonderful and insightful pieces on each star sign, signaling as if, its written for one particular person. Makes you feel personal, hunted…

For me, Star Signs and their tentative powers are just a way, a shift towards knowing something that is alien terrain to me- HUMANS! The day I see every person of this world as they actually are, I would be content.

Pyar koi tujhse karke toh dekhe,

Bechaini ka ilm ho jayega use…

Teri Muskurahat ka ek ek mausam,

Humse Puche koi,

Teri aankhon ka wo noor,

Humpe dekhe koi….

Tujhe pane ki chah ,

Tera junoon bepanah,

Tere Zano pe dum choote,

Teri baaton mei bachpan k boote…..

Dooriyan door zyada nahi hai,

Paas aana bhi ab mushkil nahi hai,

Tu dil mei hai, Tu jahaan mei hai,

Tu zinda rahe, Tu saanso mei hai….

The Dance of Love

Love has its own novel ways of expressing itself. Be it through the historic flowers, the passionate and dewy chocolates, cutie teddies or the ever-sparkling jewelleries, love has always managed to confess itself through these congenial forms. But. But… since it’s a dance fanatic who’s writing this, I would, in utmost respect, wouldn’t forget a form of love, that is so uniquely heavenly, so uniting and hey, it actually gives a whole new meaning to that often misunderstood 4-letter word…


Dance….

The art of physically proposing the mind’s feelings, I would call it. The words that don’t flow from the lips here, but from the rhythm of the body. The impeccable movements which not only bring together two lovers, but also…two souls, to display, describe and to caress the matters of the unseen bond of love…

Dance has its varied forms like hip-hop, the body twisting freestyle, the hip-swinging Lambarda or the chivalrous Ballroom dance, but the dance that speaks the language of love right from the first move...lies away from them all…


Dancing its way to glory…here comes...THE DANCE OF PASSION & SEDUCTION –


                                                            RUMBA…

Brought to the nation of Cuba through the African slaves imported from Spain, the Rumba is a romantic and flirtatious dance, in which the Ladiezzzz have an upper hand. The music flows by following the “Slow-Quick-Quick” rhythm and therefore engulfs the more itemized hip movements (from Cuba) with a fluid arm styling.

Unlike other western dances, this sensual Latin Dance is usually a spot dance, in which the dancers do not move around the floor or the room.

According to folklore, the Dance revolves around the man trying to woo the Lady and the Lady trying to resist his stylized moves…Hmmm!! Quite a profound and profusely well-made dance….


The Cuban’s original Rumba folk dance is a spectacular “Pas-de-deux”, utilizing the art of sexuality in its fold and is danced extremely fast using the hips.


The Dance of Rumba today, cannot be named as the native dance as the Ballrooms of the world, actually move to the rhythm of the “SON” (slower) or “DANZON” (even slower), which are a much slower and polite version of the frantic, roller coaster like Rumba.

So, Ladies…Pull up your romantic indexes, keep your bow and arrows ready and put on your dancing shoes to titillate your partners in this “DANCE OF LOVE”!!