The golden onion #99wordstory

The eyes filled to the brim. The tears welled over. They were held back for long. She was preparing yet another ungrateful meal. Bruise on her arm hurt her less than the aching heart. The bruise she knew would heal. But the tear in heart would stay sore. She picked the onion, the golden one. It had a papery yellow-brown skin. But she knew that it held a juicy white flesh beneath. She took the sharpest knife. She wanted the perfect cut. She sliced with the practiced hand. The white flesh bled. Her happy tears mixed with the blood.

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The divine Alignment

Heavenly bodies
floating in deep black
glowing bright
in reflected glory
Aligned apparently
in a single line
a divine spectacle
or a human perspective
myopic and restricted 
trapped on a floating rock
making imaginary shapes
and spectacular stories
not true
yet more than true 
grouted by law
in the confines of the rational 
and flights of faith
seeking truth beyond the rational 
coming together
in a divine alignment

My worn out Shoes

Me & you

My worn out shoes
holds many memories
Embedded and buried
Deep within its weary sole

Witness and participant
In those resolute and thoughtful steps
Of the many tough treks
And some easy strolls

Scrapping the ground
Raising the dust
To propel me forward
to play my rightful role

It lays tattered
Wounded and battered
With Splayed stitches
And some ghastly holes

Yet comfortable
In a neat fit
Moulding and Moulded
The feet it snuggly holds

I often carry it proudly
And seldom in shame
It’s my skin
A part of my very whole

It has come to rub on me
As I have rubbed the me on it
We have become each other
As together we grow old

My worn out shoes
Are like me, I gather
Holding memories happy and sad
Deep within my very soul

Achu – The Mahout

My father turns 84. He celebrates the thousand full moons. He had a childhood dream of becoming a Mahout. He celebrates his 84th birthday with his wife who turns 75.

Achu
The young Mahout
Is all of 84

For this young heart
The age
Is just a mere score

Bathed fresh
In milky light of thousand moons
He is up for many more

Centre of attention
Full of charm
He is Always in the fore

A poster boy
Has a place in every heart
One that we all adore

All our worries
And our many frets
In him we could conveniently pour

A meticulous planner for Sure
But Till the job is done
He wouldn’t let out a snore

A patriarch now
His grand and dynamic legacy
Is kind of a lore

Of his large persona
We are a mere shadow
Every passing year he glows even more

Achu
The young Mahout
Is all of 84

Even today
To proudly sit on a tusker
He would be happy even more

Ab uthegi subah

तुम उठोगी सुबह
शायद होगी सुबह खूबसूरत
जैसी तुम हो

आँखें मलती हुई
लेके अंगड़ाई उठेगी सुबह
जैसे तुम हो

कुछ नींद में
सूरज से खेलती आँख मिचौली
जैसे तुम हो

अब उठेगी सुबह
मेरी बाहों में
जैसे तुम हो