Nirbhaya..a hope for light!!

A night as normal as any day..
not expecting disaster in any way..
Enjoying a movie with a friend..
not knowing her laughter will cease to an end..

Flowing along with the way of life..
never knowing a pain awaits as a stab of a knife..
never knowing 6 forms of the devil lie in wait..
for the kill of a hunger they needed to add to her fate!

the movie ended..she took steps to hell..
the danger I just wished I could tell..
the bus to hell arrived ..
and up she with her friend climbed..

they pounced on her like an animal..
they were all far from being normal..
the maniacs they were ..to kick, torture and brutally rape..
and throwing her away naked ..like the seed of a grape!!

was it her fault?
to become a victim of this thunder and bolt?
well according to an MP it is..
 because she is just not anyone of his..

her vulnerability was used ..
they were thoroughly amused..
uneducated though literate,
cowards showing their prowess , their act so much to hate..

she made up her mind to fight..
holding onto life tight..
an example set not so light..
Raising the bar of self respect to a large height!

Little girls , so new to this world..
being attached and pounced upon, like the spears hurled..
How can you do this to them..
Don't you see a glimpse of your own daughter in that little gem?

wake up India..wake up..
shame is being filled to the brim of the cup..
where men have become animals..women a toy..
females have to suffer from abortion to rape by a boy..

I dream of an India, my land..
where women walk fearless, with people extending a safety hand..
where men and women live in true peace and harmony..
not like the fake evil smiles one finds in a ceremony..

The Rains for me..

The rain at its best,

Giving me the zeal and the zest..

The tune of the rain making a dance,

So fresh, why should I lose a chance..

The drops going plop on my face,

Cooling me off , at a steady pace..

My mind wanders off to my old days,

Where things happened amidst the rain always..

Fun at college, celebrations alive

With the rains, leaving classes and going for the dive..

Cackling like hens, enjoying every bit..

So carefree, never noticing us getting hit or bit!!

But each time in the corner of my eye, I searched for her, my idol

A senior at that time, beautiful and swift, with the thrift of a seagull..

Seeing her in the rains, gives such a feeling of freshness in the air..

We were close, yet so apart, for she was the senior and it wasn’t just fair!

Still I always wanted her to come and talk..

For I was scared and always hid behind a sock..

But life was cool , with her and many a friend,

That I never realised that someday it all might end..

The same rains witnessed it all,

I remember it happening outside the college hall..

Some fight regarding the Arts Day with her best friend..

Earned me a tight slap at the very end..

The whole college was aghast,

The teachers came out fast..

The silence was killing,

And time never ticking..

I was hurt by the act..

My idol never even asked me the fact..

Humiliated in front of all..

Making me look so small..

The rains kept pouring on..

And the crowd had long gone..

But I remained there unmoved and still..

Wanting to jump off the hill..

Should I hate the rain??

No, because one day I get the gain..

Of her apologising for the incident,

10 years later when I met her by accident..

I got back the sister I lost..

And I enjoy the rains at any cost..

This time with her and our family..

Hope time never changes and go to flee…

My Chechi..

When the world starts breaking down for me,

And I have no one to look upon and see..

That’s when a hand comes down on me,

I knew who that was, for there was she..

Her eyes both bright and twinkling..

her lips twitching to smile and sing..

her hair falling of her shoulders..

beautiful and tall ,like on top of some boulders..

standing slim, fit and firm,

she does what she thinks, no matter a term..

her smile makes me strong,

whether no one or someone, to her I belong…

I do anything to make her proud,

Searching frantically for her in the crowd..

Never gives away and says it’s good,

But look into her eyes, her heart is understood!

She’s talented , she learns quick..

Strong and contented, no ill-will and rarely gets sick!

A joke in every line,

And makes it seem everything is fine!

Her beauty is beyond her innocence,
she will never stand any nonsense..
She will demand for justice all the time,
and can be sweet and sour as green lime...

she loves to irritate,
that we will reach up to our patience's gate..
rarely cuddles or gives a hug,
but her eyes shows the place in the heart for me she has dug!

She respects all,
never lets anyone fall..
her laughter sounds of the river flowing,
when happy we can find her face glowing..

Give her a work, she gets it perfect.

Never let anything make her work intersect!

The least of emotions she shows out,

The crazy she makes u, like mary go round the roundabout!

Ultimately she cares ,

And so much she shares..

I love her all the more,

With her around, life never gets any more bore..

So often she smiles, her sadness gives my heart a blister!

Hey do you want to know who she is? She is my elder sister..

A short story-The girl in White(idea by Veena V K)

The Girl In White

The rain was at its best. Best in the sense, for me.  Light, those cool drizzling showers with a breeze. It was as if it was performing a contemporary dance with elegant and soft moves in front of its most avid spectator, me. I was enjoying it along with the timely jolt of the Indian Railways, while it was taking me amongst its hundred passengers to Mangalore, Karnataka from Kannur, Kerala.  The rain was beautiful with Kerala’s breath taking view behind and the backwaters for accompaniment.  My neck was straining looking in a single direction for a long time. So I turned around to look into my compartment. My opposite berth was occupied by a ‘not so large’ family of 10 members trying to cram into that single berth. Whew! Watching them gave me a sweat! They were so noisy clattering, chattering, two babies held up in a “who is going to cry the loudest” competition and munching some snacks away without even considering to offer their fellow passengers (I got hungry after watching them eat!).I realized that I was so engrossed in the rain that I didn’t notice the commotion right in front. Next to me was an old couple, holding hands and sleeping with their mouths open. WOW! How could they sleep amidst this chaos? Anyways I returned to my “programme” and continued staring outside. The train was slowing down at Neeleswaram, Kasargode.  I couldn’t see the station as it was filled with people ready to board this train. Where do all these people come from? Looking at them it looks like the train is the only mode of transportation in India. Ok, if you didn’t get what I am trying to say, just think about the Mumbai locals, full stop. Ok..So the train stopped, the people were boarding and I was looking out for a vendor to come so that I could eat something. I heard someone saying the train stopped only for three minutes and so I was trying to frantically reach out for a vendor. At Last one man came to me (Thank God!) and I paid for his timely service and food. It was indeed a perfect timing for by the time I paid the train had started moving slowly.

Suddenly my eyes caught someone running and shouting on the platform. It was a girl running to catch the train. I heard people murmuring that she will miss it, why she can’t come on time and all but my instincts told me  to get up to the bogie door(which was near me) and stretch out my arms to help that girl. I could hear two things only, the ‘chuk chuk’ of the slowly speeding train and my heart beats going on like the African Drums. The girl reached out to my arms and I pulled her inside. We both fell on the steps but were helped by people who finally came out of their shell shocked state and helped us. I scrambled back to my seat and sat somehow. I realized that I had hurt my leg somewhere. I was about to bend down and look when I heard something like “excuse me”. I looked up and saw the same girl I had saved (her from missing the train). I was expecting a “thank you” instead she said:” Could I share the seat with you?” God, Favor! Will I be sharing space with a camel (it’s a phrase in Malayalam as to will the entire seat be taken by her?) I said Ok and she sat down. I couldn’t help but look at her. She was wearing a pure white salwar kameez (which now got dirty of course!)She had a handbag in which was a white rose (beautiful, haven’t seen one in ages ) and an old mobile phone (in the sense a Nokia 1100) to which she was clinging on tightly. Guess, she also suffers from NOMOPhobia (No mobile phone phobia-Google pls).I scanned her and reached her face. She LOOKED SOO FAMILIAR! Gosh I don’t remember where I have seen her! Where?  Where? As I was thinking I didn’t realize I was staring hard at her when she said “Hmm.. Thanks a lot! For helping me out!” It was meek, but a sincere one and I smiled ( I was happy I got the thanks I deserved! Hello!! and also.. the girl was sweet, pretty and sincere).But the familiarity was haunting me every minute. It was as if I have known her with all my heart but I just can’t get it. I was dying to ask her, but nope. I wouldn’t budge! I started eating and again this time I found the girl staring at me. Well, So I offered her one samosa and she gladly took one. Maybe she was hungry. Anyways it was like a tablet of energy as she started chattering away. I smiled and took my iPod to listen and ease myself for some time. Timely once, I used to peek at her. She was pretty .Her hair left open and smelled nice. It was curled and gave it a typical mallu look. Savoring in her innocent beauty I closed my eyes to sleep.

Suddenly my compartment shook and tilted to one side. I jumped up to a start and realized something real bad had happened and the train had gotten into a mishap. People were running about in the train like mad chickens on fire and the train was slowing turning to one side. I was numbed and scared and suddenly something hit, a fat old lady fell upon me. My head was hurting badly and I could barely stand up! My head was churning around and I wanted someone to save me. I was shouting madly and crying all together. Suddenly, to my utter surprise I saw that same girl in white salwar kameez seated on the berth opposite me, smiling not caring about what is happening around. She was staring at me and smiling .She stretched out her hand to me and I was trying to make some movement of my numbed arms to reach her. My vision was blurring as I was nearing her. My eyes closed off and I blacked out!

I felt drops of water splash across my face and woke up to a start! I realized I was in my painting room and I had dozed off! It was all a dream?? It was so real! I tried to recall the dream and it sent a shiver down my spine! I gawked at what I saw next, that white salwar kameez girl was there right in front of me.. IN MY PAINITING! No wonder she looked familiar! But who splashed that water? I looked around. No one! Spooky! It was raining and the ceiling was leaking! I smiled to myself and got up to wash my face. As I stood up, my leg struck something sharp and as I bent down to look at what was that.. I shivered at what I saw..

It was a white rose..

My training project!

My month long project,

Your skills to eject..

The start of instant hell,

One can’t simply tell!

Google ..my help..

To my mentor I yelp..

So much to learn..

The same we earn..

Day and night we think..

The spirit can’t just sink!

The weekends all gone poof!

Animated like dogs barking woof!

The madness right there..

Confusion everywhere..

Time flying fast..

Any mistake, we go aghast!

The hair count going more,

as we scratch our heads to core..

to get some miracle of our stupid head,

waiting even on our comfy bed!

The days numbering down fast,

We simply dun want to be last..

The entire office like a field..

Running like chickens to get the best yield!

Its over as one gets to grin..

The happiness glowing on the skin..

Waiting to pounce on others yet to do..

Delightfully watching them do the shoo!

Actions

Actions...


Actions are one's deeds,
The result that one seeds
It may be good or be bad,
Makes us happy or sad!

An action can change the way anything is,
Putting nothing at all amiss...
An action however small,
May end up preventing a big fall!

Smile, an action so well accepted,
A frown always badly intercepted!
Kiss, an action of love and pure joy,
Enough to create sparks between a girl and boy!

 A pat of congrats,  handshake of glory..
Some action that we always remember and never be sorry..
A brutal kick, even harder push,
Enough to make our heart go around the bush!

Its ok, says a hug,
A lovable lick from a pug
An action makes all the differences we need,
The lift or lack of confidence it does feed!

An action of instance may be the worst or best,
An action may increase or put a problem to rest..
An action may  give the nation a jolt,
An action so soft or strong as that of thunder-bolt!

An action it is every minute..
Only the good we need to see in it…!!!

Relationships

Relationships

Relationships can be so funny,

It can be dark or bright and sunny..

A bond between two,

But being true amongst few!

It’s how the heart plays,

And how the mind slays  ..

At times it may be a pain,

But mostly it keeps us sane!

From mother to father,

From sister to brother!

Respecting relationship is hard to find,

Not necessary they must have the blood of our kind!

Actually, relationships of blood can be so far,

Even when we forgive and keep our hearts ajar..

Only they can make matters worse and big,

Making an easier work for finding graveyards to dig !

A friend loved more than the cousin,

The once loved cousin, now apart, closed like a tin!

Never do they deserve a relationship,

Instead a hundred or thousand of a whip!

Hurt we are, here comes our family friend,

That’s when we realize the world is not at its end!

More than love, relatives prefer to compete,

Always chasing for the top seat!

Who wants them when we have others to value,

Who never expects anything in return, pure like dew!

People we think are far are actually so close,

Just can’t see despite being in the front our nose..

Marriage a ship  made in heaven,

a relationship we give seven on seven!

a relationship recreated with love and care..

where we learn not one,but two to share..

friendship is another one,

with whom we have loads of fun..

a shoulder to trust upon,

to get the love we need and never ever be thrown...

Relationships can be sweet and bitter,

It’s not a compromise, like a baby and its sitter!

Love can do one a many magic,

But that will never be any part of our logic!!

Dictionary

Dictionary

Imagine a world without dictionary,

Nothing could be anymore scary..

A language without knowing a word,

Is like eating that dirty, so sour curd!!

From A for apple, b for boy,

To S for sun, T for toy!!

To own a large one for pride,

But to find a new word, never in our stride!!

To find a word that never sticks to your tongue,

Or in the lines of the song you have sung!

We bow our heads to one of the greatest books,

At least to be kept in the shelves to give some nice, good looks!

From the big sized to the pocket-sized ones,

Wherever you go you have tons and tons!

If ever interested to learn a new word you find,

And share it with others if you ever be so kind!

It helps me with Tamil, and you with French..

If German is the trouble, don’t put it on bench!

The ever ready dictionary is here to help,

Like teaching a puppy to yelp..

The flipping pages, all gone away

The digital dictionary has made its way!

Where finding a word has become so simple,

That it’s quicker than finding out a small face pimple!

Yet just imagine a world without dictionary,

I can’t really think of anything more scary!!!

The fire…

The fire…

The fire within,
The start of sin..
The tempt of risk,
Doing actions in brisk!!

As the fire leaps
The more sick it keeps..
The anger flaming up,
As hot as the scalding hot cup!

The craving for the hits and bangs,
Like the blood thirsty vampires thrusting their fangs
Like the devil possessing us,
On every damn thing, we make a fuss!

Anger makes us bad,
Such that we go mad..
We end up being sad,
We care no one, not even Dad..

Any good from it?
Just think while u sit..
Destruction the highlight,
Losing the loved ones out sight!

Get over the fire,
Never let it wire..
Let us take the control,
And never take the fall!

Set yourself at peace,
Leave that fire to cease..
It’s done with so much ease..
Begging never to light it up,please!!

Memories……………

Memories……………

When the morning sun rises,
I wake with fresh feelings…
To start a lovely day
beyond the sun shine,
the swaying flowers….
the smell of the fresh green grass
adrift in the wind……..

With a fresh feeling
to see my friend,
my best friend,
to see her laugh like the wind
sway like flowers,
shine like the sun
fresh like the grass.

With nature’s beauty on her……
which I expect to see, to feel, to touch
I want to tell her lots exciting,
expressing, how much I love
that smile she smiles
the hug she hugs
and the fresh morning kiss….
wih all the lave she loves me

Together we skip along
miles together, hours together….
holding hands, never to be left alone..
through the seething beauty of the birds
singing aloud with us
with the squirrels picking nuts..
the crows looking for tit-bits
the sheep bleating, enjoying their morning feed….

the shepherd dogs stretching out in the sun
the hens clucking away to delight..
with little chickens clinging on to their mothers…

Skipping with joy, along the cattle fields..
we finally reach our favourite
that big old, old, oldy tree
with its huge trunk supporting
hundreds of branches, millions of leaves and lives….

There, sitting together, me with
my best of the best friends
under its shade….
away from all the chores…
and stress and pain.
into the World, I share with her…a moment
chatting, playing, laughing away to glory…

Those were times I never
could forget….
Now everything has turned upside down,
No more is she with me, no more am I with her.
To share those wonderful times all over again,
Everything drips in silence…
Oh! How I wish she would be
There… with me… now!

How I wish she hadn’t gone,
without me.. to the person above…
still I love her… I always will love her,
and remain as her best friend forever
and ever and ever………….

A TRIBUTE TO MY TEACHER………….

A TRIBUTE TO MY TEACHER………….

Kindled to enlightened, my teacher
nothing can or ever be done to thank him
for all, he has parted impartially
amongst all mixed with his intense love and feelings…..

Like a bright light, he shines everywhere..
in all our minds and …. hearts….
Bringing in a ray of hope…. of success
enlightening us with his delight words
of wisdom… and… knowledge..
Teaching us the values of life…..
helping us to step over our obstacles….
encouraging us to move forward and learn from our failures…

He has done more than he should do…
laughed with us and cried simultaneously
through time immemorial……….
each moment he has spent with us
is precious…. Cherished….
Who can keep quiet, when they are
deeply hurt by the ones who love?
He can, my teacher can…. for that’s
what he posses that none can ever….
that’s how much he loves more than
he has loved anyone

There are times, when war breaks out……
but who cares… those times are fun….
because we know, he doesn’t mean it…
just helping to polish off our faults.

Who else can have a better teacher?
We have and we are proud of him…..
Our teacher… father … the Lord …
himself……

To my all in all favourite teacher…
May God bless more happy moments in
Your life Sir!

HAPPY TEACHERS DAY…

When I met my best friend…………………..

That day, the evening calm and silent,
I met her ……….
Her eyes twinkling…………… lips twitching into smiles……………
Her shining gold face, bright with laughter…

I stood looking at here….
Wondering … what to say…..
Hi! she muttered…. her speech like fragrance
of rose, never to beat her beauty

I… continued to stare…
when she touch my finger….
to trust me….
to thrust her hand into my fingers… hand… and… heart…..

Still…… nothing made me move…..
to say a few…. at least a word….
expected…., I.. her to go..

How could I…. No I did not….
but pleaded her, mine met her eyes…. to stay
By God’s Grace, she did…..
just sat next to me…. with a friendly grin…
We knew each other, without a word,
pin-drop silence…..
fated… yes we knew… destined…. We knew…. to be friends.

Then to my surprise… Oh heavens!
I said, friends?
As the evening breeze blew… flowers swaying….
The warmth of that day… and… and .. friendship…
She said… yes! Forever…!

Melody..

Music being so soft to its best..
Something to put our heads to rest..
Relaxation being at the forefront..
When we remain so tight up to the brunt!

The magic it creates,
To open up our mind’s gates..
No matter how much ever we hear..
We find that we r not going to end any near..

The calmness it brings,
More and more the heart clings..
On to the sweet savors of melody,
Basking under the pure tunes of somebody..

It puts a crying child to sleep,
No longer bringing it to weep..
The melody of a mother so deep..
Whether be it a man, a lion or a mere sheep..

Melody is everywhere,
In the raindrops or even in the papers we tear..
Even in the flowers that sway,
Or the flock of birds chirping away..

It creates an aura of silence,
Around us it builds an imaginary fence..
Binding us to our deep within,
Making laugh with joy or weep due to sin..

For some it’s a way to reach up to Him,
Getting the Almighty to give us peace to the brim..
For some, to say the love we feel,
Or to show the joy, the zest and zeal..

It’s up to us to define our melody,
How it’s used to create any remedy!!

TAKKU…MY NIECE

TAKKU…MY NIECE


No words to describe my niece,
A gift of nature, an awesome piece…
I bask in her ever flowing love with glory,
All moments passed with her, one would never be sorry..

Her smile makes my day,
Her twinkling eyes, with so much to say..
Her cheeks swelling about with joy,
My nose, my fingers, everything just a toy..

Never once she keeps me sad,
Her questioning eyes say: “No smile? That’s so bad!!”
So naïve is each of her actions,
Kisses of joy, her gratitude transactions..

Destruction is her goal,
Much about everything, from pencil to pole..
She dances to make me happy,
Anything flashy, making her go flappy!

She makes my worries go away,
All ready to play with me any day..
She eats everything other than food,
And nothing we think that’s good!

A nice song makes her dizzy,
Flying birds keep her crazy..
Yummy juice a yes, but powdery milk a no,
On top of us she gets, signalling us to go!!

Her tiny hands go clap,
The excitement we map..
With the amount of energy she’s got,
Numerous things she has taught..

So fast she crawls on her knees,
Ignoring all our cries and pleas..
Never so easy to make her still,
As we ponder about her stomach to fill!!

A bunch of surprises she is,
We remain alert, not to let anything amiss..
We live each day with her around,
That it’s difficult for me a moment without her sound..

Her tactics and tantrums never seem to cease..
Only enough to make her MY MOST FAVOURITE NIECE!!