Myriad life

Was just going through one of my old dairies . found an old poem with the same name as that of my blog which i wrote when i was in my 8th class
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As i stood by my window,
Peeping through my heart's window;
In my ear, the cuckoo calls
Before my eyes, the sun rose
The vista painted red,
Down the lane, stood an elm,
Fluttering with myriad birds
Somewhere beyond, a thrush called
I wondered, how beautiful life is
with little things and big joys
and a million hues
The spring was here, joy was here
life is really beautiful
I stood by my window,
Taking a glance through my heart's window,
On my skin, the scorching heat
On my forehead beads of sweat.
Down the lane stood an elm,
with leaves of brown
Somewhere beyond a thrush called.
I wondered, was life really beautiful
With little joys and little sorrows
I was past my youth.
I stood by my window,
Looking thru my hearts window,
On my skin, blew a chill
Down my spine went the chill
Mist on the glass.
Down the lane, stood an elm
With branches bare, auburn leaves flew down.
Life wasn’t that beautiful
With little things, big sorrows,
I was a withered crone
Waiting for an end to come.

reasons to smile :)

a rather small attempt at fiction

Its a hartal out here in kerala ( some protest against the hike in fuel prices) and i am stuck at home with nothing to do. To top it all its raining and the view from my balcony is a bit too beautiful so cudnt help but turn a bit romantic. PS dont blame me for getting mushy blame the weather

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She kept staring outside, yet she hardly noticed the beautiful fleeting imagery. The wind ruffled her hair. Her black eyes were moist with tears. Someone’s radio was playing Ricky Martin’s “nobody wants to be lonely” .How true she sighed. A blue battery operated bulb was the only source of light in the train compartment. Everything around her looked so dull and gray

Yet she could see the sparkle of his eyes, she could feel the exuberance, his vivacity. His very presence was the only hue in an otherwise bleak monochrome picture. She was leaving for Bangalore. At Cochin memories still haunted her, no matter how hard she tried to forget them.
She felt oddly thirsty, reached for her bottle of aquafina. As she raised the bottle to her lips, her hands trembled, the bottle crashed. She couldn’t hold the back any longer. Memories came flooding back. Their trip to Europe …the Eiffel tower …the fun they had…the return journey…the plane crash…the smell of burning flesh…chafed skin…the disfigured faces of her family. It all came back in a flash. She could hear the nurse tell her that she was indeed lucky to be alive. Lucky? How? with no one to share this beautiful gift , her life with. She wanted to scream and everything faded just as quickly as they had come.
She felt his eyes over her as they looked at her with compassion She turned and looked at him for the first time. He barely had any hair; his eyebrows were just a thinning line. She felt she was sitting next to one of the aliens from “Taken-Steven Spielberg series”. But his eyes intrigued her
She sat back with a sigh. She looked outside at the passing fields, the grey silhouette of bare trees. The sun had set long ago in the horizon. The sky was just a grey muslin cloth. A jagged tear ripped it apart. A strong flash of lightning startled her. The sky poured down its tears. The first few drops fell on her . A silhouette of those happy days flashed in her brain. Throwing ice balls at her brother…teasing her mother. Everything looked beautiful, perfect. Tears trickled down her cheeks.
The warmth of his hand startled her. The soft loving stroke made her feel wanted, loved. She dabbed her tears with the tissue he extended. And for once in days she felt relieved.
He told her that he was going to the regional cancer center .A second round of chemotherapy was needed. His words shocked her even more his composure and tranquility and his love for life. She realized her cowardice. She cursed herself for despising the creator. As seconds elapsed she felt strong. She smiled.
Little jokes. Small anecdotes. He gave her plenty of reasons to smile. He told her lots over the 12 hour journey. She, who had otherwise forgotten the little good things in life, was now smiling
The train stopped. Her destination was still two stations away. He bid her goodbye. She looked through the window as he moved away. Strangely though something made her get her bags. She found herself getting down. She forgot herself. She clutched his hand. He held it tight and together they moved into the crowd. She knew all her life she was going to find reasons to smile.