The Line

Some day I will write a line 
A clean straight line 
A line that will speak 
A line that will talk 
A line that will share what I am all about 

In that line I hope you will find 
The essence that will bring you to me 
To make you feel the eternity of me 
To show that there are feelings like the endless blue sea 

Will you then know how to open? 
To look within? 
To find the strength? 
To take my courage and make into yours? 
Will you then know the profound emotion I feel? 

Some day I will write a line 
To show you that I feel the caress 
Of a winter breeze 
Tingling my skin 
Chilling my bones 
Freezing the ember that lay simmering 
But slowly died with no stoking 

Will you then know that the spring will arrive? 
That green shoots will grow? 
That the flowers of nature will bloom 
Like the love I feel I for you? 

The day the line is written 
You will know 
You will feel 
You will accept that I know more 
And you will be here with me

The day the line that connects me to you 

The line with which I talk to you 

The line where the horizon meets the earth

The line where you tell me my worth 

Will be the line that pulls me to you

That line which says I love you

I have written that line 
Did you feel it? 
Did you catch it? 
Did you hold it tight? 
Without a fight? 
Allowing yourself the bliss 
That being in love is? 

The Call

The sun is shining above you
Can u hear the song?
Can u see the bird?
Can u hear the rain?
Can u feel me close, whispering in your ear?

The sun is shining above you
Can u smell the grass?
Can u touch the flower?
Can u hear the bees’ wing?
Can you see me smile at you?

The sun is shining above you
Can u see the blue hills far away?
Can you reach the treetop?
Can you aim for the blue, blue sky?
Can u feel my arms around, holding you close?

The sun is shining above you
Can u climb the fresh haystack?
Can u grasp the floating feather?
Can u hold the fleeting cloud?
Can u see me reach for you?

The stars have come out
Can u see them sparkle?
Can u see the dark night looming?
Can u see the moon hiding behind the clouds?
Can u see me walking, leaving, going….

Are you calling me back?
Are you hoping I will turn back?
Was this not the story you wrote?
Was this not the climax you sought?
Will you come for me? 

The Pink Dress

Parul was 35 and lived a decent life. Busy husband with no fixed timings, a son, Ashutosh, and a daughter, Tanu. Her life revolved around her family. Though Parul’s pet was her son, Tanu didn’t fall behind too much in her affections. To compensate for the tiny iota that Tanu missed in the affection receiving department, Parul used to stitch dresses for her. With each meticulous stitch by stitch Parul would painfully bring out the most exquisite dresses for her little angel.
Only thing is that the little angel wasn’t one! She was the devil personified! A tomboy, naughty as hell and always in one scrape or the other. She loved playing with the boys and would try as hard as them in all the games they played and mostly was better than them. Nothing pleased this she –devil than beating up the errant boys who refused to play when she wanted.
Her brother was the true angel – quiet, gentle and the kind who never got into any trouble or fights at all. Even if he was instigated by others he was cool and collected enough to handle the situation diplomatically despite his young age!
One day Parul found the most delicate pink fabric – a light shade of pink that looked like the evening sky on a clear day when the sun was not yet near the horizon and was casting a gentle glow that filtered through the candy floss casting a beautiful hue which only nature can manufacture! Parul fell in love with it and knew exactly what she wanted to make with it. She went about buying lace, buttons and thread to transform this piece of cloth into a work of art. Then she began the painstaking procedure of measuring, drawing on paper and cutting the cloth. She would spend all her free time on it no matter what the time …..sometimes late into the night one could find her working bent over her aged machine.
Finally the dress was ready. All her neck aches and pricked fingers were worth what the dress looked like! On the hanger the dress looked like a little cake…frilled and ruffled with white lace and tiny mother of pearls running down the back. The puffed sleeves would make her little gem look like a fairy. Eyeing her work, Parul cast a discerning look and accepted that this was indeed her finest job. So, with a smile she called Tanu in and asked her to try it on. Parul should have paid closer attention to Tanu at that time. She should have realised that she had dragged Tanu away from a competitive cricket match that the 2 were playing in the compound. But, alas….
Well,Tanu struggled into the dress and turned to show her mother impatiently, urging her to let her get back to her match before Ashutosh decided to go back to his books. Before Parul could stop her Tanu ran out in that frilly pink concoction to continue her stiff match with her older brother. Parul smiled indulgently and followed her to watch her wonderful children playing outside her house. She saw her son hit an elegant shot a rashly bowled ball by Mily. The next shot was hit over the boundary wall which prompted Tanu as usual to climb the young jamun tree and then jump over the wall to retrieve it. Parul’s heart skipped a beat when she saw that. Tanu returned to the wall and threw the ball over. Then she scaled the wall as there was no helpful tree on the other side! As she scrambled over the top of the wall she held on to a branch slightly higher and asked Ashutosh to look at her. He disdainlyfully looked at her and told her to jump expecting her to refuse. But she was after all a devil….and for reconfirmation she kept asking – “Challenge? Challenge?” He finally nodded his head with resignation written large on his on innocent and gentle face. Parul was watching this small charade being played outside and had her heart in her mouth…Tanu jumped!!! And….got stuck on the lower branch! That pretty pink got caught on it and while it broke her fall it was slowly but irrevocably tearing bit by bit from the back of the dress….the ripping sound was like a knife ripping into Parul’s heart! All her hours of work on that dress were ruined within 15minutes!!! Tanu fell to the ground on her knees which instantly started bleeding.
That is the same time that Ashutosh saw the mangled dress and knew there was hell to pay …he furtively glanced up and saw his mother’s shocked face! He kept his bat down and slowly slunk away. Mily knew something terrible was to happen….she looked up . the expression on her mother’s face was a whole new novel to read!!!
Parul was left with nothing to say or do. She took off the dress and cleaned Tanu's knees. Then she stuffed the pink dress in a bag and threw it in the bin…never to stitch a dress again! She did make things like nighties and blouses but nothing extravagant like that beautiful pink dress.