A Scented Musk.

A scented musk,

Was bought by a man.

It costed $180.

He presented it to his wife,

She was happy with it,

Yet she had expected a rose with it.

She was a bit gloomy,

For her thoughts kept reverberating towards the rose.

When her husband came to know it,

He bought a beautiful bouquet of rose,

And presented it to her.

Seeing this gift from her husband,

Tears came out of her eyes,

And she said-“Couldn’t you have given me this rose earlier?”



They Are Laughing In A Group.

They are laughing in a group.

Like mad men,

On the streets.

They are eating,

Burgers and French fries,

Yet their laughter is uncontrollable.

They are laughing in a group,

For nothing is impossible at this time,

For them.

Hope, I could laugh as openly as them,

For it is a privilege to laugh,

And that too in a group.



A Fine Rainy Morning.

A fine rainy morning,

Makes the road wet and splashy.

It diversifies,

The economy and the ecology,

With people staying indoors,

While most children simply venture out,

To make most of the rains.

A fine rainy morning,

Is welcomed with long snoring sleep,

Then a sip of tea,

With hot bread and cold jam,

And a peek out of the window,

To simply acknowledge the situation,

And say,

“Yes, it is raining,

And the rains are beautiful,

Let’s have tea”.

A fine rainy morning………….



The Big God.

The big God,

Shook my hands.

He said-“Hi, my friend, how are you?”

I couldn’t believe my eyes.

Here the Lord Of the Universe,

Was calling me his friend!

He again said-“How are you my friend?”

I replied-“I am very fine sir.”

He said-“In all the universes, I am no sir. It is love from all beings which keeps me going, otherwise it is hard to sustain.”

“But sir, aren’t you the mightiest of all?”

“Oh, no. That is my father.”

“I am simply known as the Big God.”

“Well, how do you do sir?”

“I am doing just fine.”

“Aren’t we all?”

“No, we all aren’t”

“That’s how it is.”

“That’s very true sir, that’s how it is.”



The Rose Didn’t Tell Me That It Wanted My Shirt’s Button Hole.

The rose which Ma had bought for me,

Was big and round.

Yet, I kept it in the front pocket of my shirt.

But the rose would fall out of my pocket and a small thorn of its stem,

Would get lodged near the button hole of my shirt.

Not once, not twice, not even thrice.

It happened four times.

I told Ma-“Ma the rose is constantly falling out of my pocket and getting lodged near the button hole of my shirt.”

Ma-“Maybe it wants the button hole of your shirt”.

I removed the thorn and lodged the rose in the button hole of my shirt.

Though big and round,

The rose looked really sweet.

I kept there for a few minutes,

And then laid it in front of my maternal grandmother’s photo.

The rose indeed wanted the button hole of my shirt.