Showing posts from May, 2013

Mango Orchard

For  you my love

A green roof is prepared for us Of foliage thick, lush and tender No walls to encage, or shut us tight Just imaginary rooms ‘tween the mango trees To set us wild, to set us free And bathe in the sweet scented breeze.
Here is our world, just you and me To bring alive what we believe Play our games, call each other names Drown in our songs and melodies In this little heaven under the mango trees.
Bite into one, ripe and round Lick the nectar trickling down Let your tongue swirl about Let your soul scream and shout Feel the golden flesh body Come partake a bite of me Come meld under the mango trees.

Distasteful Silence

Of late, Alisha had become quite busy and wasn’t getting as much time to spend with me as she used to before. Mallika and Kavya said they had joined some dance classes, and George had to rush back home every day for his basketball coaching. These are the people I hang out with in college. And now with none of them free anymore, I was getting bored to death. I was also mighty pissed with them for leaving me alone and disappearing all at the same time. That’s when I decided to venture out of my comfort zone and try and make friends with others in class. They seemed to like me, but did not persist much in conversation. I was beginning to feel loneliness tightening its grip upon me day by day. That’s when, out of the blue, I bumped into Mary from school one fine day. She had been one of my closest pals, but living at two ends of the city had afforded us fewer opportunities of meeting in these past three years. Now as we saw each other unexpectedly across the opposite ends of the road, we…