Cheesy Cakes!

Not the one he Made!! 

I came back home from a long tiring day,

To a waft of baked scones and chocolaty cake,

I smiled as I entered the house in a haste,

The living room abandoned, the kitchen a waste...

Mr. Husband took upon himself to cook me some sweets,

His nose powdered with flour, his hands dipped in cheese,

I wondered what the cheese was for,

Before I took to cleaning the floor!

He lovingly banished me from the kitchen,

And later that night we had cake for dinner,

Too long forgotten in the overheated oven,

With cheesy icing and a bit hardened,

Lovingly made by Mr. Husband for me,

I forgot all follies in a hurry to eat!

~Nostalgia~

Too much work! :(

Today is a ordinary gloomy day,

The sky is cast, the sun is veiled,

I am hopeless, clueless, with nothing to do,

I scribbled many a poems and gibberish too,

And yet the soggy past hangs in front of my eyes,

The future seemed to loop ceaselessly by,

My present repeats itself every single day,

I am bored, strung out, unhappy, in dismay...

The music disheartening, the lyrics seem silly,

The gym is tiring, the walk too lonely,

The food unpleasing, hunger seems dead,

The white covers of the room colourless and drab!

I miss my mother's fruit custard pie,

My father's melodious car ride,

My hubby's hearty breathtaking embrace,

The house full of flowery decor and lace.

My mother constantly scolding me,

My father watching football on TV,

Or Mr. Husband trashing the house around,

While I find something dirty to freak about!

Fighting over the TV remote too much,

Arguing over what to cook for lunch,

Running amok in search of the phone,

Lost in some corner, unnoticed unknown!

I sit alone in the hotel room,

Its quite and peaceful, not a moan,

The custard is too perfectly served,

Decorated, yet not enough!

The football game is of course ignored,

As I watch some random comedy show,

For no one fights for the remote,

Its just me me all alone,

In the stark white perfect uncluttered room,

No one to mess the perfect gloom,

As I sit and stare at my phone

Waiting for a call from my faraway home!

Shared with Poetry Jam!

Bestest Holi Ever! (2014)

I know this comes in a little late, but it's been long overdue-
I nodded in mute despair. Mr. Husband just informed me he din't get a leave on Holi!

My plans seemed to be trickling!

Whatever happened that day was never planned and happened with the sudden surprise of Joy, dance colours and songs...

Started the day looking like this with Mr. Husband having coffee at Costa (chhoti Holi)

Chhoti Holi at home with mother-in-law painted blue by our neighbours!!

Last moment we made a road trip Vrindavan- the city of colours! Here Holi is not a one day occasion!! It's celebrated for the whole week... Colors every where and Krishna bhajans echoed across the city!

Mom with that absurd expression, papa busy on the phone, with Prempal and Premchand (I always get confused as to who is who) in Vrindavan

Mommy trying to convince papa to let go of the phone!

And now it's Mommy busy on the phone!!

A cute calf and me coloring her!!

That cap was a Holi gift!!

On our way back to Delhi from Vrindavan we came upon a Aryasamaj Gurukul, Manjhavali and what followed was a complete chaos! A Holi so full of colours, and rain dance, loud songs, hot music, so much of dancing, so much of laughter, a complete transformation from looking normal to looking like a leprechaun, lots of gujiaa and the raucous of about 50 kids trying to paint us in every color possible!!! I had so much fun I'll never forget!! :))

Mommy, me and the headmaster of the gurukul who was woken up from his mid afternoon nap with a slush of coloured cold water by his students!!

colors so Bright!!

Oh! thats me in the centre and right of me is Mommy and we all are sooooo Happy!! :)

Right after this the head master (the most colorful guy in the centre) was dragged by his students and thrust into a puddle... I guess they wanted to vent out their revenge for all the punishments in that one day!!  Was fun watching though!! ;))

They were amazing!! :D

Dancing (Weird pose) :/

The One!

A selfie taken in Kasauli on our road trip to Shimla- Me with Mr. Husband

And I said:

There is this person you love,

And then the One you love more...

It would make you so happy to have them in your life,

But then there is that without whom you'd loose half your life...

One who can make you smile each time you see them,

And then again the One without whom you'd never know to smile...

There is this One person you can look at for a lifetime,

And then there is the One you'd want to look after for eternity...

The One you Love passionately,

And the One you Love, Hate, Fight, Adore, do everything passionately...

The One you miss because you don't have them,

The Other you miss even when you don't have a reason to miss them...

The person about whom you'd want to know everything,

And the One about whom you do know everything...

The One who would love you because you love them,

And then there is the One who'd Love you Forever...

But thats just what I'd say if you were my second... But you're my both...  ♥ :)

For You ( A Joke )

Its a thought a vision not explored,

Imagine yourself in another being,

Imagine what it would be like to be in him, 

For just a moment unknown, unseen...

He walks along stone faced unexpressed emotions,

She stands there waiting impatient for her turn,

That old man expressionless awaiting the unseen,

The heart throbbing lady beautiful and vain...

If you were, for just one day or even at that moment,

He, she, him or that exquisite woman,

How drastically your world would change, imagine!

How weird it would be to be them in that moment..

I sit here thinking about unreal things,

What a useless thought or consideration,

Even so it pricks my mind so often,

I could swear to God I could make it happen...

However, I think it would be nice of you,

If you could be me for just a few moments,

And truly understand how I feel now,

Because I can't spell it out...

And you want to know why I can't do that?

Because it makes me look so bad!

I am jealous, vain and high headed,

Sometimes foolish, selfish... there you go I said it...

But when I act like that I feel awful,

I try to explain but I fail often,

Like a foolish joke this poem seems,

And trust me I'd rather have you let it be...

There's no message hidden it's plain blank there,

Still I wish you could just be me,

For a moment, to know how I feel,

I love to be treated like an angel,

I love the thought of having a Prince...

( P.S. I love the thought of having you around forever and I hold on to it because you promised! )