Another milestone.

She lives in that moment and refuses to move,
Very firm, right there.
She breathes every moment, and lets it all settle on her,
Breathing in all of it, content that she does.

They came and she saw them coming,
Still determined to stand against the tide they were.
They called for her, out loud there,
She heard them, not really understanding the meaning of all that was said.

This- her story, her plight, her life,
Surprisingly, she accepts and expects no sympathies or smiles.
Having no regrets to the slight, she strides on, slinging on her purse high,
Walking away, to yet ANOTHER MILESTONE, ANOTHER STORY.

– Stuti

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A twinkle in her eyes.

She picked her suitcase,
And walked some miles.
Memories packed in there,
Some music, some smiles.

When at the airport, as she opened her diary to write,
Her pen refused to scribble, her words seemingly in a block.
She closed her eyes for some time,
Light tears in her eyes, time taking stock.

He walked to her and asked if all was okay,
She stared at him, as his eyes made her shy.
She opened her mouth to answer that question,
And shut it the next second, wondering about the stranger and his why.

She walked away with her luggage and her book all too suddenly,
Leaving him with his question and bewilderment.
That man with his concerns and genuineness,
That lady with her suspicions, and a TWINKLE IN HER EYES 😉

– Stuti

Her pinks and blues.

Humbled, she lowered her head involuntary,
A zillion thoughts running up there,
She took out time to smile at each.

Drained, she sunk into the nearest couch,
Not one moment feeling tired,
In fact enjoying the tickling pain, as if it was music.

Dazed, she saw something shine in a distance,
Thinking it was a star somewhere far,
Hoping it was a beautiful future though.

Amused, she played with every bit of it all,
Sometimes tired, jolted sometimes,
Juggling with time, space and emotions et al.

She walks the miles, and sails through some stretches,
And gallops through some bits too.
Her adventures, her experiences,
As she collects the material to pen her PINKS AND BLUES 😉

– Stuti

So many questions.

So many questions running in her head,
She smiles at the possibility of answers.
She questions the questions, and questions the answers,
She answers the answers to her questions too.

She shuts them up, and mums them down,
And then counts them, and re- counts to re- check the count.
She laughs at them, and cries for them too,
She seems confused at the questions now, too simple to be true.

They count their blessings, she counts her questions,
They check their smiles, her smiles question questions.
Her reasons to question, their reason to answer,
Her answers to their questions, only their SILENCE IN COUNTER.

– Stuti

Like crosswords.

She blinks because she must,
But only with a silent little prayer each time. 
She speaks to mean well,
And with that little hope every time.

There has been too much constant around, 
And then suddenly a flux.
And too much activity around,
But then sudden funny lull too.

The zig- zags of every thing,
The tic-tac-toes of every other,
The smiles of those who matter,
Like crosswords with hints on EVERY NUMBER?

– Stuti

A day in history.

That day in history,
When all that was around was shaken,
And all that was not around, seemed shook up too.

That day in history,
When she was a part of the day,
But she herself knew that she wasn’t there and then.

That day in history,
When the clock didn’t show any time,
Because, someone had reported the hands of time stolen!

That day in history,
When somehow it became clear that,
Only the present will be the future now, and that is pretty too.

That blessed day in history, when love lost a battle fighting love, but it was love that won too,
Where someplace else, love found true love and never called it a war,
Re-affirming the triumph of unwritten yet pre- decided,
Whims of destiny, which KNOWS IT ALL!

– Stuti

 

Festival time.

Snowy Christmas,
Air crisply laden with cold and frost.
Lips red, red dress,
Santa Ho- Ho, trees with a glossy gloss.

Ringing bells, reindeers in dreams,
Blood red tomatoes, leafy green greens.
Too much to celebrate, and so many smiles around,
Festivities galore in the air, more than ever seen.

She puts on her dress and smacks on some lipstick,
And steps out to be a part of the celebrations.
Dreams in her eyes, a wishing wand in her hand,
She is busy weaving her dreams into stories, some mute, SOME WITH UNPRECEDENTED ANIMATION.

– Stuti

A party?

Sometimes words are the best cover up there is,
And smiles mean a million things.
Eyes are a reflection of emotions,
And words need no speaking.

When the universe conspires to make everything perfect,
And when the imperfect seems perfect too,
When its too bright to stare at the stars,
And yet starry are the eyes that woo.

Those moments she wants to clutch, and not let go of,
Those moments she wants to preserve in memory and logs everywhere.
For, words and smiles, and stars and the moon, are all going to a party she’s told,
And as her heart flutters in a tune, she’s out to ENJOY IT TOO!

– Stuti