The Hug

Soulders tense, neck strained.
He stretched himself out but it still pained.

Looking at his watch, he realized it was late.
Even then the place was crowded with people resigned to their fate.

For some, it was the month end.
For others, it was tight deadlines to fend.

All faces had the same weary look.
After, it was a lot of energy that the toil took.

Finally, battling the traffic and incessant rain,
He drove homewards and into his lane.

Dragging his tired feet up the stair,
Was just about all he could bear.

Entering his home using his keys,
He finally found a moment of peace.

The two pairs of bright twinkling eyes surprised him,
Even the late hour had not made them dim.

They both jumped up in joy.
At once impish as well as coy.

They wrapped him in a tight hug,
Their little hands on his back gave his heart a tug.

The warmth spread through his being.
The strain was also not long in going.

God bless these little souls
Whose little hugs can even make climbing a mountain seem like a stroll.

It's Never Really A Good Bye!

The setting sun lighting up the twilight sky.
It's never really a good bye.

The birds flying 'home' for winter.
It's never really a good bye.

That hug from a close friend after a lovely evening together.
It's never really a good bye.

Those bitter sweet moments from the days of a teenage crush.
It's never really a good bye.

The shedding of leaves from trees at autumn time.
It's never really a good bye.

The tearful bidai of a newly married girl.
It's never really a good bye.

The passing of a loved one into the afterlife.
It's never really a good bye.

The circle of life is always turning.
What goes comes back or it's memories do.

Which is why I don't like good bye.
Good byes mean finality.
And I am not done yet.

Pillow Talk

Pillow Talk

She opened her eyes.
The grey dawn was spreading in the skies.

Memories of last night came back.
Of her so called "beloved's" brutal attack.

The beatings and the disgrace.
Her own pillow pressed into her face.

Suffocating her, smothering her.
Till the brink when her life was in danger.

Even now her body felt the pain.
Her pillow was still damp and it wasn't due to the rain.

Outside her window, the thunderstorm burst.
She clamped the pillow over her head and cursed.

She always thought he loved her.
Now she knew better.

It was easier to hide below her pillow.
Life there was comfortably dark and slow.

But it was time to pick up the pieces.
Time to get up and iron out the creases.