footsteps.............in the sand

walking on the beach.......
on a lazy holiday evening,
witnessing the gorgeous sunset,
so beautiful, and so soothing.


i saw, 'footsteps',
deeply embedded marks,
left in the sand,
at places where i'd been
'footsteps',
yet so easily ,
getting washed away,
as if they were never in the scene.






'footsteps',
small, uneven, but fearless,
of a little child,
always curious and keen.
questioning anything and everything
even if nothing does it mean




'footsteps' 
of a quick and witty,
finding the best in the world,
charming young teen.
learning, questioning and observing,
everything as it seems, would be,
or ever had been.






'footsteps'
of a beautiful young lady,
an achiever, a seeker,
yet some1,
who wants stability, 
love and warmth,
and yet have a bit of fun.




'footsteps'
of a mother,
always looking out,
for her child,
protecting them from,
all dangers, yet letting them 
think with an original mind.


'footsteps'
of an old woman,
tired, but enchanting,
carrying knowledge and wisdom,.
and experience of the world,
that's intimidating.




'footsteps',
of varying kind,
various people,
but yet similar,
all being temporary, 
all being tranquil,
etched in the sand of time,
forming every time yet again,
to be washed away........
yet again




i saw 'footsteps' in the sand.












p.s.The story of a woman in my interpretation

colors of my life................

colors-so vibrant, so true
so varied...be it red or blue
colors all around me,
colors so bright and lovely



The orangish hue....
of the morning sky
so soothingly beautiful
a treat for the eye.

The color of the morning......
makes one remind
of beautiful moments
which are left behind


The little pink flowers,
that grow by my house
pouting out their innocent li'l heads
as from the ground they rouse.

Their innocence reminding one,
of the tiny tots
who always play together
without any second thoughts


The red and yellow
of the building of my school
standing tall and proper,
being the most important tools.....


in shaping the lives....
of many like me
and being the store house..
of knowledge and masti!

The blues, blacks and yellows
of the books all around
that unfold so many stories
without even a single thought.

They don't differentiate,
between people who they tell
stories told so truly
all told so well


And the most beautiful,
the colorful rainbow
filling up the sky
with its joyous glow



The rainbow reminds me
of whom i love the most,
my country..........my India
India, which i love the most

India, with its people,
so diverse yet so one
for which blessing,
I thank God a million ton!


The colors of the rainbow,
which blend together
to form the most pure
the white of the soft feather


All these colors,
together shape my life as it is
and for my life to be complete,
none of these i can ever miss.

love you some1!

I love you................or not






I don't say ...."i love you"


but tell me why
does my heart flutter
on seeing you....
as if it belongs, not to me....
but to you?




i dont say......."i love you"
but tell me why...
do my eyes , the moment they see you,
become transfixed,
as if their only purpose, 
is to take in every single detail,
every feature of you?




i dont say......"i love you"


but tell me why,
the moment my ears,
hear your magical voice
they lose the power to hear anything else
as if they are meant
to take in the sound of you?




i dont say........"i love you"


but tell me why
my lips, quiver and shake,
at the mere mention of your name,
as if its a spell,
which if uttered,
would break the charm of you?




i dont say ........"i love you"




but tell me why,
do i have all these thoughts,
about you,
and why do i feel petrified,
even on the thought
of mentioning them to you,
why....... does my mind,
and every other part of my body,
respond even to your name,
and why , do i feel,
what i've never felt for any1 else,
but just you?






tell me this.......
and i wont say......."i love you"


i dont say "i love you!"  :)

i wont let my amma read this!

i wont let her read this......cos then she'll have another reason to show off 'her daughter'......that gets irritating after some time na


they might not be the most beautiful
but whenever i look at them
i feel the love in them
when i get in trouble.....
i see reassurance in them
when i m naughty
i see the chiding in them
when i am crying
i see small tears in them
and when i make mistakes
i get the stern glances from them
my moms eyes...
the most beautiful ones for me!




they might not be the strongest
but they've cradled me to sleep
when i was small
they've held me firmly,
whenever i had a fall
they've wiped my tears
when i cried
they've given me strength
when i got terrified.
they've slapped me
at some times,
but they've clapped for me
at other times!


my mom's hands......the strongest ones for me!


they might not have the sweetest voice 


but they've sung lullabies
that made me sleep peacefully
they've taught me my first words
most patiently
they've shouted at me
and made me feel bad
but they've made me laugh
when i felt sad
even now they're
the reason for my smile
cos' i can smile completely only when
i see them smile


my mom's lips
having the sweetest voice for me




she might not be the best at everything
but i can say without doubt
that she's the best for me!






p.s. i dont really have any other choice, do i! :P