Happily Ever After

Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, there was a beautiful young girl who had become lost while traveling. As the sun set and the moon rose over the land of the free and home to the brave, she happened upon a splendid castle. After knocking on the massive doors and being brought inside, she met the queen mother who liked her instantly. This innocent girl claimed that she is the princess of the oriental wisdom and riches, showed the queen mother her paintings. Queen mother summoned her son to meet the princess. Royal duties had the princess sent back to her land. She wrote a love note to the prince on the fluffy cloud with the blue ink she got from the sky. The prince responded with a big letter acknowledging her note. King and the queen fell ill and became sick. The prince took over the throne and watched over them until they moved to the kingdom above to be with the King of kings. Everyone praised the prince turned out into this charming and handsome king who is filled with love and compassion. Princess met the king on different occasions while travelling. The king also made a trip to land of oriental wisdom and riches and asked their queen mother for her daughter’s hand in marriage. The king and the princess were waiting for the royal approval of their impending wedding at his court. Once they got the approval, the princess travels again, now with her family, to the land far, far away to get married. The king marries the princess and makes his bride, a queen. He sweeps her off her feet and takes her to his castle, where they live happily ever after…

Together Forever

Darkness fills this night
Emptiness fills my bed
This is a long and hard wait
Fire you lit inside burns red.

Unlock that doors might
Take me across the border
Always holding hands tight
By bringing a new order.

Winding are the roads
Long will be our journey
Together against all odds
Walk them with me now.

There is one wish adventurous
Love and truth as new trend
Let us hold light to be pioneers
We’ll find ourselves at the end.

Unfinished Dreams

There are sweet places in this world
Where I want to wander with you
Music in the car, basket in the hand
From icy mountains to oceans blue

Some unfinished dreams thought in bed
Soaked in dreary midnight tears
Waking up every morning I hoped
To see my reflection in your eyes

We waltz to fancy winds
Play splash when it rains
Walk in sandy beaches
Eat together happy meals

Grasp each other in winter
Smile through the summer
Life will be colors of fall
More surprises to spring!!!

21st of December

Bell rings and is followed by a blinding flash of light… It is the early morning of 21st of December. I was anxious to open my eyes. What if the ancient wisdom is true? Is Hollywood right after all? If I open my eyes can I see the pearly gates and angels to welcome me into heaven? Do I deserve heaven in the first place? Am I getting off for all the sins? What about the cold-blooded murder of a small chick by first painting it green and blue, washing it later with cold water, and neatly wrapping it up in a heavy blanket? What about beating our pet dog with broom as he refused to shut up while I was reading comics? All those “I’m sick” lies at office or stealing peach and plums from neighbor’s garden…? God doesn’t seem to have kept His accounts properly. If this is indeed heaven, to which God does this one belong to? Why is it cold here? Is this the icy mountains of Mount Kailash or the milky ocean of Vaikuntam or abode of One God amidst of fluffy, silvery clouds? What really happens in heaven? Will angels sing His praise always? I can do that but not forever. Is it just music, dance, and food forever? Won’t people get bored of nothing but good stuff at some point? What kind of work people do here? Will He create again and send me back? I made a quick prayer – “Dear God, I love earth. I don’t belong in Heaven. Please send me back…” It was as though my prayer was answered… I felt warm hands, grasping and stretching my foot that I had curled up into fetal position. I reluctantly opened my eyes to him – standing tall, pulling me towards him with a huge grin plastered across his face from ear to ear. I heard him saying “Baby… you seem lost today morning… Why have you set the alarm? It is the first day of our vacation… I made you coffee and toast. It is a beautiful day… Shall we go out for a walk?” His tight embrace brought me back to the world. Our world is far better than holy heaven.

The Amateur

She thinks she can write among her other skills and talents. She tends to write with a strange tone for her fictional highbrow literary readers. She is hungry for details in any situation. Her words flounce with her recordings of mysterious colors, cryptic scents, unknown resonances, peculiar flavors, and miniscule feelings. Her curiosity made her wander in wide range of topics. She has all the necessary vanity for a writer but not the insight. She starts to write something without knowing her plot. She desperately wants to reach a culmination point but not sure where her pencil is taking her.

Duty Calls

His corner office overlooked city and traffic. He took his eyes from his laptop, scanned the horizon. Months had flurried across that winter had painted a few patches of natural colors grey. He had wound himself into a cocoon, moving away from her, working on a business deal. Yesterday, he looked up while sorting slides for his presentation, whiffing her scent. She returned from gym, her angelic face hot and shiny, sporting a smile. Nothing in his world could be more perfect. He wanted to make up for their lost time. He passed a multi-million dollar deal to his colleague.


It was a two hour flight journey to meet the special someone. She wasn’t worried about the snowstorm when the plane descended. If needed, she would walk the two mile from the airport to his place. Her heart beats frenziedly with excitement and anticipation. She knows she will have to return to the same place with tears in two days. Now,this moment is hers. She caught his eyes dancing impatiently. Two embraced ignoring snowfall among the crowd. He welcomed the light in her eyes and the warmth of her lips to build memories to be shared with their grandchildren.