सब कुछ जैसे थमा हुआ था
और अचानक
वह पहाड़ों के पीछे से
उड़ते हुए घने काले बादलों की टोली
और उनकी सवारी करते हुए
बूंदें।
बालकॉनी की रेलिंग पर
ठहरे हुए पैरों के ऊपर
उस एक बूँद का गिरना
जैसे किसी ने दस्तक दी हो आने की ,
और फिर एक साथ
बूंदों के गुट का ज़मीन पर आ धमकना ,
यह पहाड़ तो अभी भी रुका  हुआ है,
उसके पीछे से चमकती हुई बिजली,
कुछ पुरानी बातों को अपने तेज से
नहलाकर ताज़ा करती हुई,
सब कुछ तो थमा हुआ था ,
मगर अब शायद कोई हलचल हुई.  

Romantic spanish songs play
as we step inside the place,
dim lights enhance the ambience
while we choose carefully where to sit,
lights pink and green
adorn the plants of the courtyard,
strong whiff of wind
caresses once in a while,
and we order a pizza
Quattro stragioni,
that comes some time later
reminds me of Milan,
Still left with the last bite
when a drop falls
on my left arm,
we find shelter in time
and it starts pouring.
I wish time freezes.
And it remained so
in that moment.

A Magical World

It is sheer Magic,
how the clouds voyage
disguising themselves
as a cluster of water droplets
behind the snowy white
or sometimes dark grey colour.
And, when you yearn for those droplets
to fall on you,
you could be parched
but no, they wouldn't
they wouldnt open up.
But when you expect the least,
they unleash their playfulness
with aplomb
that takes you by surprise,
and let themselves dissolve,
their whole existence
going to be diminished
the next instant,
only to give you your
magical moments.

Unacquainted Voices
Knock at my door
Cluttered outside,
seeking refuge indoor
I stay frozen
behind that door
amidst a cacophony
of voices.
Yet one honeyed voice
mutters a thing
that sounds familiar,
Do I thus open the door?

Selenophile

I came across a word today. A newly coined word it ought to be because the entries that i got while i googled the term, not a single option was from the dictionaries we check. Well, while I am writing this, I went on Oxford Dictionaries' website to find out whether the word exists . And I am not surprised by no trace of the word. It may end up one day who knows. 

Tonight the sky is garbed in clouds. Wherever the eyes move, not a single star can be traced. I read somewhere that today is the Summer solstice, the longest day of the year. But I think here in India, since we are in different time zones, it falls tomorrow. Why do I mention the solstice at all. It seems it was in 1967 when the summer solstice and full moon day clashed and fell on the same day. 

Tonight is the Full Moon night. However, the clouds have decided to hide the Moon from innumerable admirers of his . It would have been a beautiful sight, it has been so long that i saw a full moon night, almost 30 days to be precise

. Well, for sure, I think I am a SELENOPHILE.

As I stopped over to my sister's place while returning from home (my parents' place), I had but one night before heading back to my own place. All of my books/diaries, almost everything is there in my sister's house when I had shifted, I should rather use "finally shifted from my University campus" after having spent a decade there. I was searching for a book, I knew I had bought but couldn't find it earlier. The book 1984 I finally managed to catch hold of from one of the cartons. My sister had been gravely looking for it to read. With that I also chanced upon a beautiful diary I had gifted myself some years ago. And there were a few poems which I had written. I guess that was before I created this blog. But I have always had an inclination for ink and paper. So I carried it along with me. And now here is one of the poems that has adorned the diary.

Droplets of rain
touch my feet,
Grey clouds spread out in the sky
and our eyes meet.

Wind blows away these clouds
Rainbow colours have come about
The sky is of a lightish hue
As I go along with you.

Rain has washed away all our doubts
Bright green leaves smile at us
The sky blushes red with evening Sun
As our souls come together and become one.

So after having heard so many times from friends, after having been asked by some others, been recommended by the rest and after having searched it online on all the wrong places, I finally managed to watch the movie "Queen". Well, I heard so many rave reviews about the movie which certainly raises the bar of expectations. But when it started to play, I told myself that "you know what it is about, you have heard it so many times, so do not expect something extraordinary and then get disappointed in the end". Well I cannot be disappointed at all. But I certainly do not jump on the wagon of zeal and enthusiasm that had been created by the movie when it had released. 

One of my friends (a guy), when he had watched the film, he somehow got reminded of me and had told me about it, maybe because I went to France for a 7 months trip as an English language Assistant, so definitely he saw the Paris connection. Secondly, he might have thought about my Couchsurfing experience which I did while I would travel in France. Well, that's another story. When I would travel in France, I would couchsurf with a friend at strangers' places , and whenever my parents would ask me, I would tell them that I was going to stay with friends.. Well this could have been quite a surprise for them , they must have found it bizarre for a girl whose friends were limited to one or two beyond her sisters, how would she manage to find friends in new cities? When I came back I told them about couchsurfing. It was about meeting nice and kind people offering their places to stay, any kind of help if required. It was like sharing a little part of their lives and they stay with you forever., 

As I have just finished watching it, I can understand how it would have struck a chord with every female in India (and the insistent recommendations from my female friends confirm it). Even my Supervisor had advised me to watch this film. The way Rani puts it in one sentence "This is not allowed in India" sums it up pretty much for so many girls out here. 

But Who is stopping you? There you go girls!! There I go too :)