A Mother

The tiny eyes of a tiny toddler,
The tiny hands,the tiny feet,
A baby step and he falls again!
One more try goes in vain!


His fury grows out of bounds,
His baby vision explores around,
The baby food , not so yummy,

Where the hell is his mummy?


On his knees,he makes the crawl,
Beware the stairs,he's about to fall !
His mum lifts him in her lap,
Why he cries,as if slapped?


He's put among the furry bears,
And he doesn't like his mum's glares,
Bored of toys,he wants to walk,
and jump over a hundred blocks!


His mum holds his tiny hands,
The first time,he manages to stand!
One by one,the steps he takes,
In mum's shadow,the moves he makes,


From a trembling walk to a speedy run,
He's all in frolic,he relishes the fun!
Feeling safe without any fear,
He giggles and crackles when mum cheers.

My life through my eyes

Life seems to be moving in a fast-paced lane. Years have flashed by like seconds but nostalgia remains buried in my memories.

It took just one visit to my high school and the old memories came sprawling back, as if it was just yesterday! The vacant school benches spacious enough for only 2 but a bunch somehow clinging on to the minutest of available space ; the little classroom cupboard actually meant to house important docs but strewn with scratchy papers; the dusty blackboard where the formulas were rubbed off just after the teacher exits ,to make space for creative comments ; the notice board which once glittered with handicrafts ,chart-papers and posters the student-artists made; the teachers desk from where a constant vigil was kept……everything seems to have lightened up.

The interview

The euphoria of having qualified the first phase- the written aptitude test had yet not sunk, and there I was ,on the threshold of facing my first ever on -campus technical interview.

The waiting room was full of chirping peers,some murmuring about expected questions,some drowning over self-notes,a few even pouring over books….And a midst all , I was occupying the corner bench, slightly separated from the whole bunch but not far away to escape the constant humming of recitations …a sort of an echoing reverberation ….the technical terms being learnt by heart, repeatedly revised (even the articles were not spared) and far away, ..the sound of a bloke explaining ‘normalization concepts of databases’ to his peers…. sounding an astute philosopher !

It seemed a tensed room, so much so that I had deliberately distanced myself to find a quite corner. My bag was full of books,I had packed in hoping for some last-minute study( I was no different to my peers ! ) but I wasn't studying…I was day-dreaming ! dreaming about the last interview I had undergone.No. 29,No. 29, interviewee No 29 !!The last call brought me to senses ! and amid strange glances from my peers,I picked my resume and made my away to the interview room.

A hundred passing thoughts

Its 3.30 in the night. The clock is ticking by. Each tick is resonating in my ears,amplified by the stillness of the night.The world seems to be in deep slumber. The silence of the planet is igniting my inner thoughts, my  floating-dwindling thoughts.My keystrokes are filling the void as I type.

My soul refuses to sleep and my thoughts flow as words.What am I writing about?Even I don’t have a clue.I just wanna ink my thoughts.I don’t need a reason,my fingers drag on to type,

One after another,the keys are pressed,the floating-thoughts are set in motion and they begin to live through my words.

No,I ‘m not here,

I’m somewhere else ,in the world of my dreams .

Perhaps I’m sleeping ….but my thoughts are awake,these refuse to calm,unpacified they flow , meandering along ,are my floating-expressions !