Reel Of Romance

Looking around the theatre; she felt alone, lost,

Her eyes becoming moist,

She wore her short pretty white dress

And amidst the crowd and noise,

Came his voice,

“Here, my beautiful princess!”

She clutched his hand tighter,

And so, reassured she felt.

And on hearing the popcorn pelt,

She hurried with him to the counter.

Her eyes twinkled brighter,

Seeing the butter on the popcorn melt.

Their seats they occupied,

All set to enjoy their ride.

The movie began

And into her soft hand, his fingers smoothly ran.

Thus the movie began that:

“Once there lived

a girl: quiet n’ pretty.

But whom the world believed –

A bore: mute, not witty.

A shy girl; quite reserved,

The corner was her place to stay,

Insanity buried, kept preserved,

Shown to none who came her way,

Soon, her prince she met,

As did he, his beautiful girl.

Who fell in love with her every curl,

For he was the oyster to this pearl.

‘The time has arrived,’

She thought,

Her fun-loving side no longer had to rot,

Her inhibitions had to be fought.

That day, she felt a joy,

A joy she never felt before.

Freedom was hers to enjoy,

The petty bore not in sight anymore.

This couple was admired many a times:

For whatever may be the times –

Times of bliss or of sorrow

Their love was consistently greater tomorrow..”

“The End” they showed,

After which, followed

An exchange of look and a smile had grown,

They felt, a movie on them had been shown.

On her face,

Rolled down a tear of happiness,

He wiped her face,

And also put back the tress,

Which fell on her face,

And tightly embraced his little princess.

Bon Appétit

“Mommy! What’s for supper tonight?”

Is what you hear every child yell.

The pre-recess rumblings pacing as quickly as light,

Every tummy impatiently waiting to hear the bell.

Anyone alive who doesn’t like food?

Well, I doubt!

Have you never desired to have a cookout?

To get those mushrooms, potatoes and tofu barbecued.

Oh! I hope not!

Waffles with berries n’ maple syrup, or stuffed pancakes?

Or perhaps, a bowl of milk soaking some corn flakes?

With such variety, what’s your choice of breakfast?

The question that would exhaust!

 The Italians have given much to the world!

From the spaghetti, around our fork, swirled,

To the lasagna, the thin crust pizza, calzone n’ risotto,

Not to forget, their tiramisu, panna cotta,  and oh! Gelato!

Among our various all time favorites,

Unfailingly, pizza provides the tastiest bites.

Followed by fries, , burgers and tacos,

And also those cheesy beans n’ nachos,

OH! OH! The delicious spaghetti Bolognese!

And the ‘unsure what to eat’ food – Mac n’ Cheese!

And those understated “mouth-watering” desserts!

Where do I even begin!

 “You need Chocolate!” our sweet tooth forever asserts,

Be it a cake, a brownie, a cookie, or a muffin!

Here’s a treat for the Indian Food demander:

The hot fluffy Idlies, with the crispy Vada,

Drowned in the delicious steaming hot Sambar,

Also, a good pair with a crisp crisp Dosa.

Those homemade Aloo Parathas topped with Butter,

Butter Naans with Dal Makhani n’ Paneer Mutter,

Oh YUM YUM! 

Never to forget, Rajma Chawal and Curd!

The perfect companions for an Indian rainy day:

Lots of Hot Pakode,

With some Masala Chai well stirred.

Enough temptation given, it’s a “wrap” for now. :D

Rowing in Hope

She rises everyday and gets going,

With each day bringing a new adventure,

In the seas of the unknown, keeps rowing,

In the sea, she was to venture.

Neither the vastness of the sea,

Nor its depth,

Nothing let the grin,

On this girl's face, reduce in length.

She kept rowing, rowing ahead,

With such mighty faith and confidence,

Like the directions to her, the seas themselves said,

And Fear, as though, in somnolence.

Fed herself with miniscule meals,

Deriving energy from a fish or two, 

Remaining energy - her immense determination reveals,

Proving to be, more than enough, for her to row through.

Her craft received many heavy thrashings,

Many a tempest attempting to hinder,

But nothing strong enough to stop her oars,

To the seas, she wasn't ready to surrender.

Seeking for the slightest sight,

Of land, 

The HOPE to see the land,

In her, would never perish.

Life, like the unknown seas,

Demands for faith in the Almighty,

Who has been showing you the way,

Yesterday, today and every other day.

Our County Companion

When I look at those numbers, Oh Boy! 

My brain screams with a hell lot of joy!

A magical journey, to another world,

A visit, worth more than platinum or gold. ✨

But tarry here, dear one,

It ain't all about frolic and fun,

Concentration follows you throughout the run,

Alongside, perseverance required, to let the counting go on. 

With Kindergarten Geometry, the journey began,

Hardest task for a tiny tot, likewise for an old man,

Was to make a line, straight as an arrow,

Without shouting frequently for erasers, to borrow. 

The expedition continues,

Through the ecstatic number rhymes we had to cruise,

Screaming and jumping, we passed through,

Unwrapping the mysteries, quenching the desire to grow. 

Learnt to add and soon came subtraction,

Had quite a tough time with multiplication,

But when our tables no longer looked like Chinese,

Division had entered and we mastered it with ease. 

Slowly and steadily, it began to increase,

The complexity had begun to increase,

But nothing caused my love for Math to decrease,

I'd keep going on, hands never ready to freeze.

Area and volume, we were told to find,

The symmetrical diagrams filled fascination in our mind,

Little did we know, that there's a catch to it,

But the formulae too, weren't too hard for our wit.

Excitedly, looked into my High School Math Text,

X, Y and Z suddenly came into the world of numbers,

Intruders, who caused in my mind, lightning and thunders, 

When taught, developed an instant love, with curiosity asking "What next?"

Seeing my Seniors plotting points and coordinate pairs,

On green and red papers with a millions squares,

Desired to make the parabolas and bars,

And within the bat of our eyelashes, the graphs were finally ours. 

Head or Tail? A 2 or a 6 on the die?

An Ace or a Queen? Win, Lose or another Tie?

Yes, Indeed, entered into the world of Probability,

Though it is meant to be "Practical" complexity,

For patience, rarely urged to use in reality. ♣♠

Come on, you can't deny this one,

All of you must have been left, starin',

At your books, when you saw differentiation,

And its much-more-terrifying-looking counterpart - Integration. 

But with your formulae on your fingertips,

You managed to finish them like a bag of crisps. 

Always seeking for similar fanatics,

For I'd love to share all tips and tactics.

Mathematics, you've taught me to be passionate,

And your omnipresent nature, I totally appreciate,

How, Oh how, can you be a reason for annoyance,

To me, you're an art with great flamboyance. ☺

Su'Mir Age' 21

A friend loveth at all times, and a brother is born for adversity.

                                                                                              - King Solomon

The above is rightly said, Sir,
But my case is to be taken in reverse order.


Everything, monotonous or nonsensical, seems to be fun with you;

The drives with the stars twinkling overhead, to the sea shores,
Or even other things as mere as household chores,

Times of regret reckoned, seem very few.

My partner in every crime,
Our sources of pleasure shan't go past their prime,
Your sense of humour, oh boy,
Make my nasolacrimal duct secrete tears of joy.

As multitalented as ever,
Mastered the knack of growing forever,
A Playwright or an actor, an able speaker or singer, 
You're all of it, everything at the tip of your finger.

Saviour, you are, rescuing from each trouble,

Helping me climb every sort of hill,

Dravid may be Mr.Dependable for the Indian cricket team,

But to support our roof, you're the only required beam.

Home without you, indeed quite silent,
Nobody to quarrel with, none with whom I can be violent,

Arguments have grown rarer, on the petty decisions to be made,
Like those between Pizza Hut and Domino's; they've all started to fade.

  And today, on your 21st,

I pray that all your worries begin to rust,

Strength, to toil in every field,

In order to multiply your yield.

The Epitome Of Love

"My mother had a great deal of trouble with me, but I think she enjoyed it."     

                                                                                                               -  Mark Twain

Mischief is what I excel at,

Undeniably, by nature, I am a brat,

Running around, being as playful as a kitten,

And that patient soul chasing, having worn a mitten.

Up before the sun,

She's always on the run,
Right on time, she prepares our meal,
Satisfied, she ever makes me feel.


Her arms, comprising of tenderness,

When cuddled with, make me forget every speck of forlornness.

Her lap makes the most comfortable spot,

For my head to be laid and every worriment to rot.


If she's in trouble, hard to find out, no matter how deep you probe,
A smile being her favourite, of all elements in her wardrobe;
Give her a problem, even if it is as hard as sun-dried clay,
She'll still wear a smile and show you that for her it's just child's play.

A remarkable cook she is, can prepare every dish,

Every bite, for sure, you would relish.
Any cuisine, she gives it her own extraordinary touch,
Incomparable;  every nook  and corner searched as much.

Never on her face will you see a frown,

But when her beloveds fall ill, she'll bring the roof down.
She is the personification of care and concern,
Sacrifices everything and expects nothing in return.


Be it a lioness and her cub or a doe and her fawn,
A mother and child's relationship is the best, ever born,
She's always there for you, helping you soar above,
She is nothing but The Epitome Of Love.

The Chronicles Of Sanaa

It all started with that monotonous excursion,

What was supposed to be a “recreation”,

Though the excursion was as boring as hell,

The Gods of Friendship had struck a bell.

“How would we gel?” was my first reaction,

But the fact remains that opposites show greater attraction.

Wouldn’t consider us to be exact opposites,

As we tend to exhibit telepathy at various sites.

Even if we were apart by a thousand miles,

You never fail to bring upon my face - a smile,

Even for every not so hilarious thing you do,

My Hyena laugh is always on the go.

Be it chefs, attires, movies or even mimics,

I regard you as one of the best critics.

A flourishing MC, Narrator and Counsellor,

And a cook, worthy to every type of dweller,

And if ever a book you write,

The sales would surely soar higher than a kite.

I admire you for your frankness,

Don’t ever let it disappear,

For it makes room for improvement,

Which later may make me happier.

The early morning Marina and it's serenity,

Capturing the moments like there's no one in the vicinity,

The full of hopes shopping that we've usually planned,

Leaves us with just a bag or two in hand.

I adore you to the moon and back,

And I've always got your back,

There's not a thing I wouldn't do,

To have someone as special as you. ♥