Chimera- a short yarn.

When I was riding into the woods the other day, I saw a girl with beautiful golden locks tied into a french braid. She was filling pots of water at the riverside.

The grace with which she walked towards the palanquin awaiting her, left me spellbound. I waited and watched for a while in complete hush. I tried to sneak a glance of the 'glaring' face- which I imagined, but in vain. It seemed to me like someone of great authority longed her presence in the palki, as she hurried towards it. Few other ladies were walking with her too, but my eyes would not move away from her.

Suddenly someone called out from faraway- 'Chimera' and my fair lady turned back slowly. So, I said to myself  "This charming lady was called Chimera. Wow! What a differentiated name". I took a deep breath and waited with excitement. May be she would be the  lady of my dreams. May be I would have a fairy tale love story like the ones grandma narrated. My heart skipped a beat or two :). She finally turned.


To my horror, she appeared to be a witch with a wrinkly face, a red elongated nose and the longest nails I had ever seen. I yelled, "NO"!

Shocked, I found myself in my bed soaked in a stream of sweat. YES, it was a dream. A scary one.

Later when I tried to recall, I realized Chimera meant 'imaginary'.
Aren't dreams supposed to bring out our imagination or sub-conscious thoughts ?

No Discount On Feelings!

If we feel weird about it
Why not say it?

If we feel happy about it
Why not show it?

If we feel bad about it,
Why do we oppress it?

If we feel desirous about it,
We do we cope with it?

If we feel curious about it,
Why not ask about it?

This cascade of high, low, even and odd called Feelings
Why do they always have to be discounted?
Why not they always be facile give a-ways?

If you find a way to profess, My mate,
Not once discount it!
Shout out loud,
Win some,
Lose some,
Weep a lot,
Care a wholesome,
Love more,
Brood less.

Not once discount it!
Because,this is what, 'Being' is about.

Just as long 'WE are'..!

Just as long 'We are', together
Let us tickle,
Let the mind run utterly fickle.

Let's run into the sheer wild,
And not let anything be absolute mild.

Let's indulge onto the fantasy spree,
And let our almanac be far from free.

Just as long 'We are', together
Let us skip and hop.
And we shamble around? No! nope.

Let the time not be of any bound,
Let gelos not build in pounds.


For we not know, how long.
But as long 'WE' are....
Let us call it 'Living for the Loving'.

Sweet Nothings

You Smile,
I Smile.

You cry,
I fret.

You like,
I nod.

You talk,
I crave to listen.

I choose,
You concur.

I offer,
You, at times differ.

I  negate,
You affirm-ate.

When my eyes sparkle with joy,
You are invariably cognitive.

Those sweet nothings we share,
Makes me wonder,
Will you miss me, when I am gone long?
And there are not any bonds to tie us along!

I Choose

I Choose,
To be quiet, for the fear of being unheard
To weep to self, for the fear of being thought as weird.

I Choose,
To ignore, for the fear of my rage being keen
To laugh, for the fear of my tears being seen.

I Choose,
To not break, for the fear of being shattered
To hold on, for the fear of losing what mattered.

I Choose,
To not expect, for the fear of being hurt
To not be rude,for the fear of being curt.

I Choose,
To break free from the past,
I Choose,
To re-cast, self.
There Again,
I Choose ,To Be
     'ME'