Thursday, February 27, 2014

Daddy. Dearest.

'Appa, stop waking me up every 12 hours. At 5.30 in the morning, you wake me up for work. At 5.30 in the evening, it's again you who wakes me up once I'm back from work. Let me sleep! Go awayyy' I mumbled, dreamily annoyed.

'That is because it's such a task waking you up', Appa said, as his hands caressed my cheek.

'Please', and I flashed my palm, 5 fingers spread apart.

Appa melted, like always. 'Okay, 5 minutes, and I'm waking you up again', he smiled and went away.

'Jijju?'
'Hmm', I turned to the other side.
'Okay, only 2 minutes. Seriya?' he said, as I showed peace.

'Okay, I'll bring your coffee and by then you better be up!'

'Vandhu, you're again going to be late and keep the cab driver waiting', he yelled.

Mornings. The jolts. And the time pangs.

Wednesday, February 26, 2014

Is Love a mirage?

When your heart finds
That perfect joyful beat.

When your sensory horse goes galloping across

To find Him, the Master.

And when you find Him, your eyes paint Him

Gently, frame by frame.
Only to realize, He's spun out of air.

Oh. Is Love a mirage?