muniya re muniya

I dream. I would be there. On the border. Guns and Arms. Eyes on unrest. Mind vigilant. With a proud heart. And Love. Still there in my heart. Somewhere deep. I dream. I would be there. In the school. Colourful chalks and duster. Teaching them about life. And its ways. Bending down on rough roads. Mending the matrix. Of a tough lattice. With terrific energy. Just as the young. And fire. Still there in my heart. Somewhere deep. I dream. I would be there. Writing with a fountain pen. On chunks of papers. My story, your story, our story. And everybody's story. For us. For them. Perhaps make us gauge. Over little things. And smile. Still there in my heart. Somewhere deep. I dream. I would be there. Visiting the world. And capturing in the eye. Taking notice. Of the unfathomable culture. On the world map. Spending evenings. In utter silence and awe. With You. On the side. And drink. Still there in my heart. Somewhere deep. I dream. I would be there. Living a life of 10 to 5. Breakin...

The world is small. And some people are meant to run like a loop in your mind and in your life at times. Maybe that is how people come and go. Maybe that is how people meet and stay, sometimes leave. And when there is strong resistance inside your heart about wanting to leave or of wanting to let go, things fall into place without much ado. After they left the movie hall, Muniya and Anaira strolled towards the market. Some sunsilk...Some handkerchiefs...Some vicks...The moment they stepped out of the shop and began walking back, there, Muniya's eyes pointed out at him. Chamkeela stood looking back as if he had already seen and knew where was Muniya. Muniya in utter surprise brought Anaira to meet the stance. Oh yes! It was Chamkeela...But how come? A surge of happiness ran inside Muniya. Chamkeela was someone Muniya could not explain about. Like there are leaves on the tree... strange to the relation. Like a cactus in a desert... unaware of its strangled existence. Like a less tr...

19-07-16 Today was the fourth day. I hoped to see him because I did not find him past three days. But I had no clue how to get to see him. I had to leave tomorrow. Today was the last day. I thought he would come to play with my brother but my brother went to the school grounds in the evening. And this way I lost the chances there as well. He being the last thought and the consistent note in my mind, I moved towards the front car seat. The car moved with continuous patches of breaks being applied because so many school children were moving on the curvy slim road. Yes of course! It was 3:30 p.m. There was flood from the gates of The Sacred Hearts'. And coming towards, I found Imraan with a group of his friends. He kept on looking at me till the car moved past him maybe in an attempt to recognize me. I gave back a smile so continuous while my eyes were scanning his friends in order to find him somewhere. He was not there. I felt disappointed. It dawned upon me that maybe this time...

Love? What is it? Is it that you begin to enjoy talking with...? Or Is it the amazing course of dreams in the sleep? Or Is it a bond where distance and silence turn the things more sinister by the minute? Or Is it the dire wish to keep your eyes closed forever? Does it cease the sleep off your nights? Or Does it let you doze off as if alcohol in your blood? A natural calamity? A mishap? An earthquake inside? Or a flood? What is it? Is it a thought so persistent that while focusing on your work it doesn't sway you around but is back as soon as you're off your job? Or Is it a misleader that whirls your mind upside down? Is it a constant stream beside which a saint ruminates? Or Is it a prince with a golden crown? Is it the joy of an endless wait? Or is it the half cut cherry on the top of a cake? Is it like a novel which you can't get over? Or Is it a habit of repeatedly reading and never get tired? What is it? Is it as colourful as a rainbow? Or it doesn...

Dear Racquet, I was quite reluctant when we started. You, a long shaft with an oval header, Me, a fat head, fashioned in feathers. Amazed by your rudeness, I clenched myself into a struggle, and Be in the game, the fight, the juggle. But this game, a great gambler, Turned my ramblings into cold cinders. They say you are mean, They call you ignorant, but, I swear to God, you're a beauty With your aura, an enchantment. Your tough look, I can bear it all. Your sleek style & your patience A wonderful sprawl. So no matter how hard you hit me I'll keep coming back to you. Every time you knock me down, I fall & I'll keep falling for you. Our match is a mismatch, They say we can't be together. I am wounded when I'm smashed Through your mesh as hard as leather. But no third line toss  Can blow my love in the air, I can land perfectly in your tensed strings & let your hit be fair. Neither you can a...

It was the winter of November. Muniya had been eagerly waiting for her grandfather to come home. A surprise was being awaited. It was sound of a car applying brakes that she heard and she came to know, it was time. She did not run out of home like any kid would do out of happiness. She was shy and reserved. She silently waited for Amma to recieve her father. Standing in, she waited for her grandfather to appear out of the door left half-opened. He came with a warm greeting and slowly zipped off his jacket. "Look! Look! What do I have? " To her surprise and amazement, a small white puppy tried to show up, its eyes barely opening. A sight never experienced before seemed so cute to the innocence of the little girl. She spread her hands forward to hold the living toy. She had never held one before. Her small hands around the little puppy posed the most sweet moment of the time. Her mouth open with joy and eyes disagreeing to blink. It was a  Pomeranian. The aura had suddenly...

Wake me up, And everybody else, Because the dawn is there, Downstairs, in the kitchen, Ten minutes and the tea is here. Ready or not? Each new day, Make the breakfast, and the lunch too, Quarter to nine, "Hey I'm late", Countdown begins, Five, Four, Three, two.... The Morning Mania does not let you, Take a break for a while., But, Mother, I still find, On your face, a faint smile. The school begins, And the daily routine, Teacher's profession is not easy, I know before the clock strikes three, There, you must be very busy. Tired after six hours, You blow the horn, of the car,  I open up the gate and see you in, You dine at lunch with the little Jin, Hiding the face of a sleepy scar! Do the little chores, Like washing those silly clothes, Fed up of seeing you wash, Every second day, Why don't you just go and rest, And leave everything at bay! The Afternoon Mania does not let you, Take a break for a while., But, Mother, I still ...