Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Wish of a daughter!

She braced herself and asked
‘What kind of a husband do you dream of?’
Irritated by the blank look she received,
She continued, ‘List the qualities you desire.’

Thousands of points rolling in her head
Caused a turmoil that the blank look masked
The daughter, took her time to answer
The most important question of her life.

‘Let him be educated, not just literate
Have a sense of humour
Sense of responsibility
Manners that would put the British to shame.’

Ignoring her mother’s raised eyebrow
And the multiple rolling of her eyes
The daughter went on to list
What she wanted in her perfect man

‘Ensure that reading books tops his list
Travelling comes a close second
Family and friends fight for his attention
And his undivided focus would be only for me.’

The mother tried to get in a word
But the daughter with a simple show of hand
Resisted all efforts and continued
Giving a look which said, ‘You asked.’

‘Absence of some qualities I might ignore
To live with some flaws I will learn
But one thing I will not tolerate
Mom, please a nose digger, I don’t want!’

Monday, August 23, 2010

Folds

Sitting on my park bench seat

I saw a child playing with a paper sheet

He folded it once, and then twice

I saw several slices of life as he folded it thrice


They say pre-decided has been each fold

Each crease is living its destiny I’m told

But I was amazed to see the wrinkled mould

As life in a million ways I witnessed unfold


The fist that folds the first love letter

The kiss that treasures promises of a future better

The eyes that hold a thousand dreams

A wedding dress that has happiness stitched in its seams


These I could count on my finger tips

Several were lost by the time they reached my lips

I concentrated hard to remember what I could

I was sure I could carve more sculptures from this folded wood

Before more mysteries I could unravel

My little guide decided to greener pastures travel

He picked up a twig next

Challenged me to come up with a philosophical text


Without a word I surrendered to the master

Complex folds I can understand but twigs offer simplicity I cannot factor

I’m not done with analysing the folds I pleaded

He just smiled the smile of a saint and receded