Exam Moodies

Exam fever is sapping the fun out of our lives
No matter how seriously this family strives,
For hardwork, honesty and honourable preparations
In pursuit of the perfect recipe for oncoming examinations
We are slipping , sliding, cheating, hiding from each other
The constancy of the harwork a definite bother
Yet we march on with hope in our hearts
Till our peace of mind and sanity departs
That even with the occasional lying and cheats we all do,
The hours of preparation that we are putting ourselves through
Will be just enough to carry us along together
Towards the next class without a worry or bother
That the 'expected' will not be too far from the final score
And for a few days at least we will have to study no more !

☺️☺️☺️

Bestie

I am the best friend in your married life.
As you are in mine.
I am your constant, unbirdled effervescent joy.
When at times life is "just fine".

I am the ready ear for you to chew on,
About random things going on.
I am the solid shoulder for you to lean on,
When nothing else feels strong.

I am the invisible presence in your marital life.
The shouty subconscious bitch.
I am the one to hurl abuses at your spouse.
And offer support without a hitch.

I dream your dreams and feel your fears
I accept you as you are.
I fight for you and by you, with the world
I am your best bet by far.

I poke and prod at all your feelings,
Never ever just letting you be.
Your hopes, your love, your joy , your sorrow,
Are all open for me to see.

I am the best friend in your married life sweetheart,
Your husband has to learn to share.
Coz , come what may my darling bestie
I am never ever going to disappear !!!

The Murderess

Lukewarm tendrils of soap
Danced across the mirror
Steamy swirls of breath
Misted the fuzzy face

Beady blobs of sweat
Ran down the triple frown
The breath came short
And made the heart race

The vermilion knife lay bare
Twisty ribbon trailing blood
The bloched water rivulets
Sullied the porcelain sink

Mad eyes stared vacant
At adrenaline fed fear
Raw itchiness hit hard
On palms scrubbed pink.

Yes, the heart raced
Yes, the breath came short
Yes, the blood lay bare
On the over scrubbed skin

The mad eyes were wide
Mirroring the twisty dark
The reflection was remorseful
Except the chilling grin......

The Ordinary Sun

Everyday as we drive to school these days, the Sun has already peeked out. It's not the 'magical sunrise' time anymore. It is a dull , wintry, insipid Sun, which is sleepily saying 'present ma'am' to the daily roll call. It's not bright and cheery, it's not dreamy and romantic. It's just rolling around lazily, happy about being insignificant.
Yet, as I take the right turn at the corner of my lane, the glazed glass windows of the high-rises are alight with the sun's fire. Like dancing flames, the windows shimmer through my windscreen. I stare mesmerized. Everyday.

I wonder if the 'ordinary' Sun is ever bothered about the attention the 'sunrise' Sun gets. Why should it be ? So what if the entire world doesn't ooh and aah at it ? ...so what ?
The windows of the highrises glimmer only in it's presence. It is the 'only'  sun which matters at that time.
It is not important whether many people love you or admire you, as long as you are the 'one and only' Sun shining in your beloved's life.

Ending with a few lines by Gulzar, about a lazy sun...

थका-थका सूरज जब नदी से होकर निकलेगा
हरी-हरी काई पे, पाँव पड़ा तो फिसलेगा
तुम रोक के रखना, मैं जाल गिराऊँ
तुम पीठ पे लेना, मैं हाथ लगाऊँ.....