Wednesday, January 21, 2015

A love story

He woed
she shied
love blossomed
they got united
a bed of roses all the way
then it was thorns
daily bickerings and rantings
too many dark secrets to be told
boy panicked
girl adamant
next morn
girl lay on bed
with injury marks
and poison in body
sleeping peacefully
a sleep from which the sleeping beauty
could ever be awakened by any prince

Tuesday, January 6, 2015

An era now and then


   A flurry of red at stations
carrying heavy luggage
the balanced gait
owners rushing behind
lest they lose sight
those were the days
porters chased trains
about to stop
carrying luggage for
their livelihood
then came the wheels
on suitcases
porters sit forlorn on
station benches
awaiting  a signal from a passenger
for  help
which is very rare
the influx of wheeled suitcases and bags
have really dimmed the flurry of the red
a common sight at stations
an  era now and then