Come back…Childhood!

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Photo © Taruchaya

Pinch and pricks
Lame little tricks
Peek-a-boo baby
Choose stones or sticks.
Spin the small spin-top
Watch it come to a stop
Collect the glass marbles
Don’t let them drop.
Fill up each balloon
Tie them up soon
Move on to the lemon
and balance on a spoon.
Jump hop-pity hop
Bring a lollipop
Who wants to play
Thief and the Cop?
Lost happy days
Life’s lousy chase
Come back childhood
Every adult prays.

© Taruchaya

The Mirror

The mirror isn’t true as it seems to be
It only shows what we want to see
And hides what we are afraid to face
The scars, the burns- suffering’s trace
It shows the tears but not turmoil
It shows the steam but not the boil
It shows the smile on bruised lips
The nail paint on broken fingertips
The sunglasses covering swollen eyes
Relationships based on myriad lies
A predator inside the happy family
The acid attacker waiting in the alley
The deliberate push in a crowded bus
The manager desiring illicit favor from us
The pinch on chest in a packed theater
Blame it on the pretty dress of her
The guy whose expertise is eve teasing
Lecherous old men self pleasing
Stalking is their fundamental right
Atrocities committed in broad daylight
The mirror sees them – one and all
It makes the victim look so small
The conscienceless grins at his own image
while society feels not an ounce of outrage
We prefer to keep our lips sealed
Taught to ignore- harassment concealed
Those with no voice,have no enemy
Close your eyes, it’ll vanish – isn’t this easy?
© Taruchaya

Devalsari – a treat to all senses

I walked down the narrow path
scattered with twigs and stones
It ran along the hillock

Lined with tall trees full of cones

Leisurely fluttered the butterflies
The monkeys gingerly peeped
The trees swayed in unison
The insects buzzed and beeped
The giggling little village stream
meandered around the boulders
The dragonflies soaked in the sun
with golden wings on their shoulders
The sunflowers smiled with joy
The birds sang songs of bliss
The bells jingled on the neck of cattle
The clouds gave the sky a kiss
It was a treat to all senses
The smell, the sound and the sight
The memory gives so much pleasure
It can make a heavy heart so light
I feel alive again
I’m sentient – I hope, I trust
The concrete world around me
Hasn’t yet turned me into dust
© Taruchaya

Heads or Tails

“Heads, we get married; tails, we break up.” My heart sank when this echoed into my ears. Is it that simple – to decide your fate with one toss? He looked tense when he said these words. He wasn’t looking at me but I followed his gaze towards the last bench on the right.
A collage of memories flashed on my mind. Everything was going on as usual but I didn’t know my ordinary life would take an extraordinary turn soon. We had met two years back at this same hospital. It wasn’t love at first sight. Honestly, I never had time for love…but love tiptoed into my life with ‘purrfect’ timing! Our eyes met for two seconds and I forgot my pain. I didn’t even whimper when the doctor pricked me with the needle. Those disgusting medicines weren’t disgusting anymore and hospital was like ‘heaven.’ Then on we never missed or cribbed about those frustrating doctor’s appointment.

The first time we came really close was at the elevator and I wished the elevator stops working so that I could have his company for a little while more. Ah! Those innocent hazel eyes and long golden hair was so irresistible. I looked at him from the corner of my eyes…you can say that I was covertly prying but I just couldn’t handle the urge to do so. I could smell him distinctly and I stood close by just in case we brush against each other when the elevator door opens. I longed to see him again and again and again!

“You have lovely shining green eyes,” he remarked feeling awkward when he spoke to me for the first time. I smiled; understanding this well that he had complemented my shiny hair and green eyes. We relished each other’s glimpse and finally mischief of love began. We would put on a deliberate act that we aren’t well so that we could meet at the hospital. Sometimes we would coincidentally meet at the cafe and wonder at our good luck. You can’t blame me if I honestly confess that every time I saw other females gazing at him, it roused something feline within me like jealousy. But his hazel eyed loving gaze melted me like ice-cream.

Life was good. It was the best that I could ever have imagined. But when the rose tinted glasses of romance faded, we were left with the dilemma of choice…we had to choose our journey of life together by telling (rather compelling) our parents to meet or tearfully part ways because our friends always mocked we were an unconventional couple. Perhaps telling our families wasn’t that tough but the perspective of our friends shook our confidence. How could our differences be something worth scrutinizing when being unconventional is ‘in vogue’? Even our city and state are unconventional with a mix of cultures, money, fashion, caste etc. within the city of Los Angeles and combination of desert, mountains, ocean, lakes, waterfalls, beaches, etc. in California State. Critical comments are just farce!

But the time for decision had come. Love isn’t something to keep under wraps like a dog keeps his bones! My flashback phase ended. Tears were glimmering in my eyes when I looked at the last bench on the right keeping not the fingers but my hands crossed for positive probability sake. The hospital wasn’t crowded that day. At the far end, two rather old dogs were sitting near the bench while their owners were talking with the vet. With a throbbing heart I watched the dogs get up when their master signaled. They moved their heads together before wagging their tails.

“It’s heads!” I looked at him with tears of joy. The hazel eyes of a handsome Golden Retriever once again met the green eyes of a silver Ragamuffin cat! Our love shall conquer the hearts of everyone…sooner or later.

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© Taruchaya