Stealing Stars For You!

Hey You!
You see that girl with long wild curls
running criss and cross through the meadows
amongst the silver of moonlight?
Notice the twinkle in her eyes,
and the curve  adorning her silent lips
For, she has her heart set upon the brightest star
the one she would steal for you!

A million wishes  tucked away in her hobo bag,
a trillion tricks and treats for what warms her heart,
her baby's breath tiara  slopping towards right,
there she goes in the dazzling starry night
stealing a thousand stars  for u!

A thousand stars to wish upon,
a thousand stars to dream,
a thousand stars for all those starry nights,
far apart you have been!

           
                                                            

When I Dream Of You..

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At times I dream of you...

Dreams so real -
I could feel you a breath away from mine,
your caress in the creases of my wrinkled sheets,
the sound of your laughter ringing in my ears,
Your eyes watching me asleep


At times I dream of you...
your hands on mine-
our fingers intertwined,
us gazing at those fairy lights-
humming our favorite songs,
You smiling at me just the way u do

At times I dream of you...
long, beautiful , tempting ones-
at times so dear that i fall in love with them,
forgetting to wake up-
having traveled to a world of fond memories
Your's. .mine. .ours..

Oh yes!at times I dream of us

running behind those wind born  pappus seeds,
gliding through the fields feeling the morning dew,

laughing our mind out at the silliest of things-

the rains.. the sea..even chocolate brownies..

And at times when a gentle breeze embraces me, 

I wonder if I am awake in your dream too..

Our bundle of joy from heaven :)

Dear Kunju,

I have tried writing about you since the very first time I saw you all cuddled up in a white blanket, looking in awe at your very own family.But nothing I write could suffix the tornado of emotions I feel every time I see you trotting towards me with that characteristic glee of yours or the tiny smile well hidden in the curve of your lips as you sleep listening to the lullaby that mom sings.

So, here goes  few things that I had tried in vain to express in so many of the posts still safely hidden in the draft folder of my blogs with the sole purpose as a self remainder on the number of posts that are still waiting to be completed about the sweetest boy who means the world to me :) . Someday I hope we would have some fun reading these together ;)

*  I want you to know that you have changed our lives in so many beautiful ways that we could never  have imagined.

*  Your first smile, the first time I held you, the first time I put you to sleep, the first time you started to crawl,the first time I heard your laughter , the first time you stood up shakily on your feet , the first time you called me "ammi" (well, coming from you even that sounded sweet :D ) and to many more firsts -  thank you for all those special moments you have given us.

*   How ever old you may grow, whenever i see you, I would always see that tiny figure who curled his small pink fingers around mine  the very first time I touched him, accepting me in an instant :)

*   You remind me how futile the noise and things I thought I would need to be happy are ; to have you cuddled up near me is an absolute bliss :)

*   You are my favorite alarm and it's awesomely cute when you try to climb up my bed every morning trying to sleep next to me.

*  With you, I never have to speak the smartest of things or care about the way I look because you have never loved me a bit less even when  i looked my worst, struggling with flu - my voice a mere crackle. I could never forget the way you insisted on being brought  near me :)

*  No sugar can make my tea sweeter than the way you do when you demand your sip from it and pay for it with that million dollar smile of yours.

*  I want you to know how privileged you make me feel when you blindly trust me and squeal with happiness when I toss you playfully around without a hint of doubt.

*  You make me fall short of words and remind me that the deepest of feelings can never be adorned in all justice with bare words.

*   I love you :)

As time flies by, there would be many people who would come to my life and yours too. You would grow up and move on to make your mark in the world, but I want you to know that you made me feel special as no one ever had and dad finally has a competition  with your arrival ;)

Love,

Achol  :)

For The Love Of Letters

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Today, as I was sitting idle at home - wondering what next to do,  I was reminded of all those old stuffs from school safely hidden away under the small staircase cabinet ; the one  that mom had been asking me to clear since ages!! I wasn't even sure of what all it had or even worse - who all lives with those things in there!!So, braving all those thoughts and the really tempting comfortable bed of mine, I finally decided to give it a go..
                                        The first thing that my hand managed to grab was an old bag with few papers, a key chain someone had gifted, a single anklet, few tiny colored stones , a number of friendship bands, multiple packets of glitter powder,few coloured feathers still in half opened packets (oh yeah!i remember the SCW classes and hat making now :D ) . I continued to empty the bag and finally  my hand hit gold !! Neatly tucked inside one of the pouches were a set of letters, that too handwritten letters in blue inland!! I could feel a rush of memories and could recollect how the message inside looked even before opening it.

The very feel of them between my fingers was like having a solid connection to my friend who had sent me those. I don't know where she is or what she is doing now,(Facebook or Orkut were yet to be developed at the time we parted and born to parents with transferable jobs meant ever changing phone numbers ) but somehow it felt like I have retained a part of our childhood right there in those papers.
              The letters do have charm of their own - a warmth and intimacy that Facebook or SMSs fail to convey. The whole effort to buy the inands/post cards, jotting down all those thoughts in your very own handwriting, adding those childish smileys or designs just for that extra touch of love, the last minute search for stamps,the wait for the reply - all these seem to belong to a whole different era when people made time for what matters the most; when keeping in touch with someone was not done by an SMS that you hurriedly text from your mobile; when love was adorned with patience-something that seems to have been lost amongst the "pokes" and "pings".

               I  still remember the gleam in my father's eyes while showing me the first letter that mom wrote to him, something he had treasured for long 34 years!!And I can almost understand why- Those hand written letters convey something a tiny weeny bit more than the words it holds: It shows that someone , somewhere had treasured you in their thoughts from the time they had spent filling in those blank papers to the time they had safely dropped them in that red box, And for that sometime , you were not a mere passing thought but  were truly remembered, truly loved! And today when time is all that people are short of, such an idea seems like a real luxury to me, something so priceless that I might even fall in love with the one person who sends me a hand written letter!(well, not literally though  :P )


P.S : Years after this post was written, I did find someone who writes me hand written letters and loves me to the core. Love does work in  mysterious ways!!

A Dream Like No Other

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I have no clue why I wrote this post.It just popped up in my mind one rainy sunday afternoon as I woke up from an afternoon nap.May be it is one of those that is meant to be just written and not read.And if at all you happen to read this one and your mind asks you "What is this lady talking about? "- just relax, because I don't think it would make sense to any sane person :)

In a blissful silence

she glided through the ballroom,

her hair dazzling in the sunlight

streaming through the pearl white curtains,

following her around,

at times twirling with her,

as she danced through the surrounding vastness

-her eyes closed to the world

-her voice a slight hum

-her heart beat the sole rhythm

-her feet tracing a pattern of their own

-her mind free as a stringless kite

-her grace her sole jewellery

 -her face adorned with nothing but a smile

she danced to the tunes

that flowed from her heart,

with no eyes to watch her,

with no voice to mock her mismatched steps

there was no one to please,

no one to tease...

Today within those gold ornate walls,

she was her own mistress

and she danced to the tunes

she had long forgotten...

She twirled with her arms raised,

feeling the rain within her

drenching her soul-

cleansing it of all the scars

it has undeservingly accepted,

filling her mind with a new rhythm,

seducing her closed eyes to open and take in the light...

Her steps growing steadier,

her arms raised to the heavens,

she twirled again one last time before succumbing to their whim..

With a smile and a vision she opened her eyes..

the vision of a shadow beyond the gold ornate walls-

that of a stranger, one with a twisted smile!!

she lay there still smiling,

smiling at her one strange dream-

because never before had she felt so awake!

 it was a dream like no other,

and the meaning it holds, she could nonetheless decipher..

I look back at the journey traversed so far,

at the milestones achieved ,

at the ditches once fallen..

I see them muddied, i seem them running dry..

but all through the ups and downs,

I see you with me.. your footprints near mine..

The times do change, i hear you say..

it is not mine rite now, but it wouldn't forever be the same..

You give me my trials, a pretty fair share this time

I tremble with the load, it is indeed my first time..

But know I will find a light at the end of it all..

And I go ahead with this faith..

The same faith being my single guiding torch, this sole idea gripping me all along..

My faith trembles at times,a ploy of my humanness..

Doubts cloud my mind, my feet retreats in weariness..

Yet My heart, it chants your name with every single beat..

comforting my soul, letting me know I am safe with you around..

Try me however you may, my devotion wouldn't as much as sway...

You show me my tears - Alas! I do not have  command over them..

The soul  you gave- Yes! It still trembles facing insensitivity

The heart  you raised -  Yes! It  still defends the sword that strikes,,

But my lips still holds a smile for you , amidst the lines of worry or fears or unruly tears

Because hide however you may, I have known you around all along..

Wrapped in your blessings and held in your faith,

I would go on till the end, where my rightful joy awaits...

A Date with the Rain..

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It was 7 in the evening.She had just made it in time for the bus.This time she managed to get herself the window seat.She  could see the conductor trying to make himself heard amongst all the noise in the bus. Lost in thoughts , she wondered whether she had left any work pending at the office. She reminded herself to take the printouts her dad had asked for the last day.As always, she found herself already planning for the next day, her mind restless and tired. It took  a while for her to settle in and look out of the bus.She was startled to find that it was raining !! Had it rained the whole day? - she hadn't noticed and with the next heartbeat she realized how much she had missed them.

                                                                 She loved the rain and everything about it.She could waste away a whole day simply gazing at it, mesmerized by its charm, heeding to its soothing lullaby wrapped up in her blanket or chattering away all her worries feeling the rain kissed wind on her face! She even loved the way the water droplets danced making a pattern of their own, racing each other on the window of her  Volvo bus. She had always loved the combination of the evening sky and rain. It had a charm of its own.,one perfectly complimenting the other.She watched the rain raindrops glistening, dancing with the light from the  lamps outside.

                                                               She could hear one of her favorite songs being played in the radio..Had she been at home, she knew she would have been humming the song in perfect harmony with the music of the rain.- the music that brought back with it a lot of sweet memories. She remembered her vacations spent with her cousins- sputtering rain water on each other and watching with awe the small fishes appearing on the tiny canals  in front of her grandparents home. She remembered sitting in the balcony with her coffee mug and hearing a James Blunt number. She remembered how alluring the rains had looked on the countryside on many of her train journeys , how they spluttered on its window railings.She wondered how she could think of a hundred little things at the same time ! The rain did always cast a nostalgic air about her and somehow she had loved that too.

                               Breaking from the thoughts,she found  herself smiling.She looked around feeling embarrassed to check if anyone had noticed .She had for a fleeting second forgotten where she was.She had traveled with the rains to a world that lay forgotten somewhere within her. She returned to reality surprised and pleased to find that she still loved those small things . She still had that child in her which looked at everything with open admiration without a streak of doubt and bubbling with innocent questions.She had never wanted to lose that child in her..Even when she had been advised with all the practical and tactful ways of the world, she had secretly held on to that child, its innocence and the carefree love it bestowed on everyone and everything without a hint of doubt;the child who after tripping for the umpteenth time still gets up and takes her every step with the same faith as her first .

                                              Nothing much have changed in the bus since she has boarded it.The faces are different now ,she noticed ,  but  in a way it's still the same - the noises and the people.What had really changed was her - something within her. For some reason,she felt at peace with herself . A feeling of  content and fearlessness spread inside her. She felt like  a lost child who had just returned home , drenched in memories , yet all set for her next journey with a renewed sparkle in her eyes.