Only until.

Are we walking back the same path,
With our eyes closed,
And fooling our hearts?

Are we trotting back the same road,
Hoping for a better ending,
Even though with the same start?

Are we skipping back to the same space,
Happy with the present,
Ignoring the future, and the past?

So we took our time to make it right,
And we fought our choice to end another fight.
But here we are, back in the sun again,
We’re loving the sunshine now, but only until there’s NO RAIN!

– Stuti


Maimed today.

Her throat raw with the practice,
She shouted and sang till she dropped.
Her mind numb with the calculation,
Many numbers still here and there pop.

As if hit by a hurricane, she felt jolted,
As if in the middle of a revolution, her soul revolted.
Her wires little loose, she tried to make sense,
Tried to take account of this nonsense intense.

She danced, she sang, she did it all at once,
She cried, she laughed, her soul as if scathed.
She sat, then stood up randomly,
Unsure, uneasy, undecided, unattached.

She looked at the sky, then around her,
She turned around, could feel some uneasy around her.
She feels maimed today, although everything may be the best,
She feels maimed today, although she has passed all her TESTS.


The couch and the connection.

The red couch called out to her
She hadn’t been on it for some days now
She had fondly always called it her ‘thinking couch’
It bore this tag like a crown.
The couch was seated in the main area of the sitting room,
It looked out to a green park
Whenever she was upset or happy,
She would sit in it and rejuvenate to get her spark.
But now the couch had seen her cross it day and night
She did not stop, she did not show delight
It knew that something was wrong
But what could it do, it was only a couch and didn’t know what to do about her plight.
Then one day after some days,
She came back to sit on the couch.
She was not at ease,
The couch could feel the ouch.
The girl cried and cried and could not stop
Her tears would just constantly drop
And as if the couch had ears and could console her,
She talked to it and talked again
She revealed her story, she revealed her pain.
Her eyes swollen, her voice numb,
She disclosed her pain, her voice barely a hum.
She cried because she felt sad about how she could not help that some things happened
She cried because she could not help that some things anyway happened.
Her story the couch heard patiently,
It wished it could tell her that-
Happening and not are a part of the same life,
One must learn and teach from experiences wide
But just then the girl shouted out loud
She shrieked, she howled, she fell down on the ground
And that is when the couch just broke and fell too
As if to prove that, with every happening, there existed a CONNECTION TOO.