fledgling

Curled tight in slumber Wading in a pool of tears The grey waters, solemn and lifeless The clouds, grim and forlorn To stop the sultry rays From thawing the frozen happiness To let the grief melt away The burnt wax of twilight The acrid stench of the teary midnight oil My body like sloshed mushy noodles Still struggling in the darkness of dusk Thrown far away from daylight Where dreams and fantasies dance merrily in your eyes Than being shattered into a million fragments Wailing my lost victory and purpose The swirling colours, like my fragrant dreams Dancing and flowing in the skies Slowly melt and burn in acid In the scalding heat of the sun  The soaked pillow Hugging several sorrowful oceans of yesterday The salty stench of my past A fresh pang of agony and guilt Swirling in my stomach and intestines Where I yearned to walk my dreams Yet the bridge between remained broken The crashing cymbals in my eardrums Painfully tearing through my ears Like t

Good morning! It is Day 2! What happened? Last night was the hardest part we survived through in this trip. The temperature went below expected and we were left shivering and hungry. Three out of four of us have fallen sick. I am the only healthy and energetic one, out of the four of us. Last night turned out to be quite a turmoil for all of us. And? Anyways, this morning was indeed a happy one. Just as I had expected, the sunshine and birds were here yet again to wake me up. I started today with a snippet of wisdom from the book Most and More by Mahatria, a book I depend on for my morning motivation. After a short read, I took a short stroll outside in my dad's company, still wrapped up in a warm blanket. We chatted about deep realizations as well as daily trivia. We walked through the tiny vertical garden, admiring the flowers and plants. After a pleasant chat, we began getting ready for today's adventure. What's next? Just like last night, today

Lush hills. Faint sunshine. Blanket of clouds. This is Kodaikanal. It is early dawn. I slowly wake up, tired and worn out over travel in the bus. The next scene I see is nothing like what I'd seen before. As I pull the curtains aside, the faint sunshine illuminates the sleepy hills and the fir trees. A cool stream gently flows down the creek. Tiny houses dotted the hill, steam rising from the chimneys. Only when I peeped further did I notice that I was watching this 2000 metres high up! We later got off the bus and boarded a cab. If Chennai was a smoking concrete jungle, Kodaikanal was a slice of heavenly nectar. If Chennai was a life boat, Kodaikanal was a luxury cruise. Kodaikanal was truly an escape hideout from Chennai's scorching heat. What's next? We take a brief ride downhill to reach our cozy hotel room. Fighting the biting cold, we pull up our jackets and shiver in the cold, waiting to warm up in our room, which we were on our way. The mome

Uncomfortable, at the midst of public attention      She questions herself, "Am I ready for this?" The drapes gently unfurl, all ready To expose the young blossom to spotlight The sweet fragrance, tickles her nostrils Her own, the one trapped inside her The one of her wildest dreams, to touch pinnacles in the sky Her deepest fears and wishes, threatening to crush them deep She knows, it is finally time For the world to know The laughter and tears trapped behind the curtains Let loose, she says Her arms, thrown freely to her sides The graceful rise of her arms, high and low Begin writing her story, throwing sparkles of magic The streaks of emotions she left in the air Like washes of colour in the sky Like those wide smiles, a new geometric curve in nature The rapid knocks of her ballet shoes, Like her childlike giggles she shared Gentle, like the tender notes of the piano There was she, sliding like a teardrop That often escaped her kohl line