placid waters

Don’t let the placid waters hoodwink you

Into believing she is an equable ocean

She brews a raging storm in her soul

She is the blizzard that can ensnare

She’ll be a sinuous river

If you let her flow

Sands of Time

The flowing river of time

Stops for none

Waits for none

A gushing stream

It meanders beneath willowy bridges

And flows between the walls we build

Cavorting us to its capricious rhythm

Spinning us to its whimsical tune

We amble on and watch in a blur

How dazed days

Blend into inky sepulchral nights

And the soft dawn melts into mellifluous mornings

Before we know we’re at death knell

Sans an inkling  of how life passed us by in a flash

Tick-Tock, Were 30: A review

Tick-tock we're 30

At the brink of turning the big 30, the title more than caught my fancy and I couldn’t resist requesting a copy from the generous  Women’s Web .

From Milan Vohra our very first indigenous Mills & Boon author , this book is a light breezy read on a spring afternoon. The key characters include  Lara Bagai and her boisterous and versatile gang of friends.

The clock is ticking towards Lara’s thirtieth birthday and the whole gang is coming together to celebrate it since she’s the last one to reach the milestone in her gang. Its a pact they made back then to meet when they all finally turned that age. There’s anther pact o Lara had made one tipsy evening with Nishad. to marry each other if neither of them were hitched by then.

The last thing Lara wants is to give Nishad the pleasure of knowing he was right-about Ranndeep being so wrong for her.Ranndeep, all-male, pro-motor racer whom she’d been so sure of at the time. So there was only one thing to do. Lara would have to drum up someone else to pass off as her love interest for now.Enters the  flamboyant Perzaan, Turkish dude full of surprises. And unfolds a saga of quirky characters, and a gaffe with audacious hookups and mix-ups.

The characters are so well etched that you can literally conjure images in your head -from the perennially constipated Thin Rita to glad eyed, Sai. The author engages you with a good dose  of  humour and colloquialisms, you will somehow not grudge the length of the book. It keeps you hooked till the very end. At times the book is successful in making you a tad nostalgic about your own college days. All in all an entertaining read, but could have done with some smart editing in places though.

Fragmented Existence

 

We live

In pieces

In moments

Trying to

Fill a deep void

Trying to

Make

Fragments

Fit in together

To punctuate

Awkward silences

With meaningless

Banter

Sometimes

The pieces

Fall in place

Like a perfect jigsaw

Sometimes

They scatter askew

Leaving a raw

Feeling inside

Yet we quell

The demons

Of the mind

Pick up the

Pieces

Dust our knees

To walk again

Till its

Home and

Purpose

The wandering

Soul does find

The Spell Of Hope

You can

Cast your

Shadows

On my smile

Quell

The ring

Of my laughter

Pierce

My heart

With barbs

Or a jibe

Little

Do you know

I’m not one

Of your tribe

The arrows

Don’t pierce

Me

Your shadows

wouldn’t  touch me

Cause love

Is an armour

Faith my  shield

Hope my spell

Stories Scars Speak

The wounds

That once

Festered and

Bled as

If they’d

Never heal

Now have

Turned into

Scars and

Are starting

To peal

They unfold

A narrative

Of their own

Of times

When

We tripped

Slipped

Or walked alone

From

Scars they

Will turn

Into stars

That we’ll

Wear on

Our soul

Cause they

Were our

Bridge to

Becoming whole

Frozen In Time

 

They

Get trapped

In your consciousness

Frozen

In the landscape

Of the mind

Sometimes

Leave indelible

Scars

And you

Become a

Spectator

Sometimes

Give you

Anecdotes

And you

Become

A Raconteur

Then

Through

The alleys

Of time

They revisit

You

Enticing

You into

Facing

Them again

Flooding

Memories

Of that

buried pain