Twice on Woman's Era, May 2012! Yay :)

Woman's Era May(first) 2012 edition is special to me! 

 

I was aware that my poem 'Hush, baby girl!' has been selected by the editorial panel of Delhi press and that it would appear in a forthcoming edition of WE. The moment I got hold of WE, May (first) edition, my eyes scanned through the Index for the poem title. The instant I spotted it, I browsed directly page number 23 to see my work in print! As in the case last two times, a sense of satisfaction and pride warmed me :) 

  

However, nothing prepared me for the exhilleration I felt when I accidently bumped into my article 'Wedlock and its Golden Keys' as I was casually glancing through the rest of the magazine!! :) Wonder how I completely missed it on the Index page! :)

Thank you Woman's Era for considering my work good enough to be featured twice in the same edition! :)

Tragedy...

[Dated 19th July 2004. This poem is on the fire accident that happened in a school in Kumbakonam in 2004 http://www.rediff.com/news/2004/jul/16tn.htm]

It all seemed like a nightmare,

A cruel prank played by fate.

They were all here just minutes ago...

And now, this instant...they are gone.

With childish eagerness,

They were reciting lessons.

When all of a sudden,

They were rudely hushed.

Wails of anguish,

Replaced rhymes...

As the little ones battled,

Ruthless flames of fury.

Left to fend for themselves,

They panicked, they cried.

Hugging each other for support,

They hoped to find a way out.

When it finally ended,

The scene was heart wrenching.

In the once merry class rooms,

The silence was deafening.

Charred school bags and text books,

Unopened Tiff in boxes...

The odour of burnt flesh,

Told poignant tales of the tragic ordeal.

The day will be remembered,

For the distress it has caused.

The life of ninety young souls,

Was cruelly snuffed out...

Oh God, please let this not happen again!

In his eyes…

                                     

In his eyes… I see…

…the love he has for me.

In his eyes… I envision…

…beautiful days as 'we'.

In his eyes… I feel…

…the depth of his passion.

In his eyes… I mirror…

…the longing… the attraction. 

In his eyes… I cherish,

…countless memories of sweetness.

In his eyes… I  experience,

...unexplainable happiness.

In his eyes… I realize,

…my dreams coming true.

In his eyes… I nurture,

…fantasies anew.

In his eyes… I search…

…for secret desires.

In his eyes… I find…

...questions for me, unanswered…

In his eyes… I gaze…

…wishing time would freeze.

In his eyes… I drown…

…mesmerized and pleased.

A cozy little dwelling, that we call 'Home'! :)

Someone very rightly said, 

'A house is built with walls and beams, a home is built with love and dreams!' :)

Like many other newly weds, we had been nurturing this desire of having a beautiful comfy little retreat to call our own, where we could celebrate our lives together. After months of hunting for that perfect home of our dreams, we finally zeroed in on one place which best matched our criteria, in almost every way. Yes, we bought it.

It being a resale apartment, needed quite a share of renovation to bring it to shape to best suit our taste. The following couple of months, saw us carrying out careful planning, cautious budgeting, tedious purchasing and meticulously putting together ideas and thoughts. And when the make over finally came to its finale, the end result made our heart swell with joy... that's when every minute of the back breaking process seemed absolutely worth it!  

Over these few months we had witnessed our newly owned asset slowly grow from a mere concrete structure to a warm cozy abode... which we fondly call 'home'!! :)

 Welcome Home!! :)

 some fancy chairs frolicking in the hall

 a sneak peak at the cozy corner

 our fav textured wall

the low seating lounge by the dining area

 

a glimpse of the master bedroom

the second bedroom, doubling up as the computer room

 

the chef's zone :)  

wats cooking today?!

the lil wash basin with some fancy decor

 

our tribal frnds from Andaman guard the mini wash basin :)

Hush, baby girl!

[This poem has been published in Women's Era May 2012 edition. Click here to view.]

It is dark in here Mama,

I feel frightened and alone.

But my fear is lulled by the thought,

Of snuggling in your loving caress, soon.

My tiny little fingers,

Seem impatient to clasp yours.

The little heart within me,

Pounds excitedly, as the D-day nears.

My daddy’s princess,

I dream to be.

 And get pampered in the love,

That would be showered on me.

Oh, I just can’t wait,

To live this beautiful life you are gifting me.

I fail to express my gratitude,

To you, for creating me.

Is there something amiss Mama?

I sense tears in your eyes.

I wanted to bring only joy to you,

Incomparable to anything else.

I may be small,

But my emotions are real.

I feel your pain like you do mine.

You seem saddened a great deal.

I am scared. I am confused,

What’s all the turmoil?

Why do they detest me so much?

Just because... I am a girl?

I will be a good child Mama,

I promise, I would.

I am like a flower waiting to bloom,

Please don’t nip me in the bud.

So what if I am not a boy,

I love you the same,

God planned me this way,

How am I to be blamed?

Oh dear, my wails of plea,

Are bouncing off deaf ears.

The smothering hatred outside,

Feels darker than the darkness in here.