Sunday, May 29, 2011

DASTAAN...

Prologue

"But why Dastaan?"

She tried to answer that question. The look of puzzlement across her face keeping his gaze hooked onto her. He smiled that amused smile that always complemented that puzzled look. She walked upto him and leaned over him, her gentle lavender fragrance ensnaring his senses.

"A story, a tale. No! More than that, it is many stories linked into one. No, it's more than that! Actually, all of that and something more. Something more profound, mysterious and encompassing. I don't know how to explain," she muttered. The wonder and exasperation giving her voice a smoky quality.

"Maybe, a saga," he offers, smiling.

And a dastaan it was, their life. A dastaan they lived. Their own Dastaan.

Chapter - 2

He had come back on a stormy night.

She was always there for him it seemed. Waiting. Leaping into his arms out of the blue. Holding onto him with all that was true. That one year of courtship, one year of engagement and one year of marriage. He remembered telling her one night when they lay entangled in each other's embrace, " These three years with you have been the true beginning of my dastaan, the story of my life."

"Our dastaan," she had whispered.

And then the war began and brought with it the year of hell. She supported his decision to serve the nation and became his only thread to humanity while he got sucked into that vortex of destruction. On the days when he saw tiny corpses of toddlers lining the streets, it was the thought of her and of the part of them that grew inside her that kept him going. 

He came back broken in so many ways that he was sure he could never be pieced back together.Now that he thought of it that night the storm wasn't half as violent as the rage storming in his soul.  But then she opened the door and while she stood there with the little whimpering bundle in her hands, he knew he'd found the salve for those hurting jagged ends.

She leaped into his arms, her face wet with tears. His shivering and sobbing  angel. Then she moved back and placed his little girl into his arms and murmured, "Dastaan, sweetheart, look it's your daddy."

And Dastaan looked right at her daddy and reaching up pulled at his nose and smiled. A small bruise on his soul healed and he looked up into her eyes and whispered, "Our Dastaan."

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

DASTAAN...

Prologue

"Dastaan......dastaan," she murmurs again as she unfolds herself from the couch and walks over to the study table where he is sitting, working on his computer. She leans over him, winds her hands around his neck and whispers the word in his ear.


"A story, a tale. No! More than that, it is many stories linked into one. No, it's more than that! Actually, all of that and something more. Something more profound, mysterious and encompassing. I don't know how to explain," she muttered. The wonder and exasperation giving her voice a smoky quality.


"Maybe, a saga," he offers, smiling.


She frowned. "Maybe."


And a dastaan it was, their life. A dastaan they lived. Their own Dastaan.

Chapter-1


They had met on a dark stormy night. 


Now that she thought of that night it seemed something straight out of a movie; a chapter out of a typical romantic novel; a prose out of those poetry that the loveless poets wrote while imagining themselves in love or being loved.


For her part, she had never been the type to believe in all that fantasy that love seemed to entail. A level head over her shoulder and a purpose in her stride, she never had the time to think about fairy tales.


And then that night she ended up in the role of damsel in distress... 


With a flat tyre, a dead cell phone, a lonely road and a looming storm she could have dealt with. Anyday, anytime. No problem at all. What she could not deal with was the thunder. Thunder was the only thing in the whole wide universe that rendered her mute, terrorized and shaking. And thunder was doing it now, driving her crazy with fear. With each peal of thunder she gathered herself closer, shaking and whimpering while the emergency blinkers of the car flashed on and off in incessant rain.


She had no idea how long she sat there huddled in her seat, rocking to and fro like a lost little girl seeking comfort in the motion, but is seemed like forever. Then he pulled up behind her car. It was too dark to see anything clearly. All she saw was a tall, lean form jump out of a Dodge into the curtain of rain and then her attention was diverted to the bolt of lightning that jagged the sky.


With the next clap of thunder, she threw caution out of the window and dashing out of the car she leapt into his arms; a wet, shivering and sobbing stranger.

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

What I Feel For You...



What I feel for you
I cannot express
For words so intense
Do not exist.
The purity of my love

Is beyond all evil 
I stand here as an equal

Not as friend, nor a rival.
No restrains
No boundaries
No fences drawn
Yet i hold it contained,
Here inside me since dawn.
Because...
What I feel for you
Is raw, Is untamed,
A blessing, A pain,
Is now, Is forever,
Sunshine and rain.
It is the stuff of legends
What myths are made of.
That part of the truth with
Which lores are paved off.
So I command to release
The lightning
The thunder
The fireworks 
The storm
For in the din of it all
In that one fleeting, 
Passing moment
Will echo
What I feel for you.


Sunday, May 22, 2011

No hearth calls to me....
It's the hearts that beat
That binds me
Traps me
Snares me
I have no place
That I can call my own
Bricks put together
Are a house to me
Not a home.

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

A perfect day it was
Til I came back
To the shattered 
Home that was mine
And none of the shards
Would have hurt me so hard
As did the your smirking eyes
When you saw the shock

Make a cruel dash across my face
None of the fragments
Made me bleed and cry out
As did your echoing laughter

When I looked at you
In silent anguish and betrayal
I wish and I hope
But I'm not numb
The pain refuses 
To leave me
Instead it caresses me
Like you did once
Whispering nothings
In the empty space
Where my heart used to
Beat as one with yours once.


Monday, May 16, 2011



"What is that sheen on your face?"
I panic and reach for my face.
Did my mask just betray me?
Did a tear let on
What I wouldn't say?


Wait...
Give me a moment...


I replace my grief
With yet another smile
The mask is back
In its place again


Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Those Last Few  Days                                   
There Is A Heightening Of Senses
Every Moment Is Followed
By A Nostalgic Pang
Every Second Gets Bound
Into A Memory
Till A Moment Arrives
When The Memories
Leaden Your Heart So
That Time Ceases To Exist
Or You End Up Hoping
That It Will...