Distorted Sonnet

To the broken hearts and empty glasses 

To half minds and ruptured adolescence 

To taunting emotions and mumbling tears

To reasons absurd and unknown 

To regrets and relief 

To frozen memories and deleted messages 

To battling guilt and confronting realities 

To past excitement and future anxiety 

To risen responsibilities and dissolved dreams

To biting arguments and slaughtering silence

To surprising success and unacceptable failures 

To the bunch of roses and bottle of rum
To bear hugs and butterfly kisses 

To those taken and all those mistaken..

Happy Valentine's Day !

Who Master's Who

I live in a very luxurious resort, with grass to play, winding stairs, sunkissed terrace, train track window view, glassy floors, spongy cushions, two big bowls, all time food, chains, ropes, yard, toys and with many more accessories of mine. Every morning, my day starts as i wake with a jerk, go scratch, lick and kiss my sleeping master a Goooood Morning! He then pulls and tucks me in, kiss me back, press my paws and brush my fur seeking all my blessings for the day. Later after a quick munch, he accompanies me down the road, breathing and coping up with me from behind. We wave past all our similar yet different pals during that stroll. The cow boy is too calm for his size while the cat fellow is too vexing. The birds chirp in no perfect tune and so I bark and help them enrich their morning raga. We reach host little tired and all ready for my Fooood! I like my bowl clean. Myself and my everyone here ensure the same. In between, my master steps out to fetch things for me and some for him and I just allow that. And when he returns, I can't help but run towards him because I well know that me would have missed me as much as I missed him. I jump and fall over him, we hug and pat and pacify each other and I ditch him till I see my crunching biscuits.  So that way all day I play, I stretch, I cuddle, I eat,... I hush, I dodge, I growl, I eat,.. I snooze, I sniff, I lick, I love, I roll and I eat .. 

Having filled with such happy routine, there do comes rare days when we are Left alone in the home. During those home alone sessions, my master pulls me close and sits in quite. He sometime weeps. I, unable to react to his out showered gratitude, just sit calm and caress his thighs. Inside those four walls, with he in my paws, I lay behind and muse ...about "Master". 

May be except for me and him, nobody here actually know "Who Master's Who".

    

Not Much Has Changed In Her...

Adventure" whim in her eye pools everyday and she does kindle all the naught out of you with just a wink, even now. She doesn't grand anything easily, be it at the verge of eternity. "Hope" looks at her with such long  longing, while "fear" awes in desperation. She keeps them both only at that "distance" till date. "Space " she needs from all and that has been so till now. "Time" yearns to stay little longer with her and she shows no sign of "Mercy". "Patience" would find his place right at the tip of her nose, ready to fall and break anytime during her deep sigh. "Arrogance" and "Pride" has overgrown her height and yet, not much has changed in her. "Smile" still sits heavenly on her lips and that same "Warmth" is somewhere latent between the gap of her lashes and lids.

Though  that "Smudge of Kajal" is now missing from her dark smoky eye line, not much has changed in her.....