Lavender~

born out of a common seed, how cum the flower's a lavender bloom?

when comes the rain, save it... for now its only June

it makes me sick the way it grows, happy and modest and shiny and soft..

i wonder why i am not the flower while the flower has it all...

there is a chill beyond the glass... i see the season's changed... 

where is the bloom that once was there;  nothing's left but frozen rain

it hurts to be so loving... so caring, oh i just cant cry...

it was such a lovely sight to my blind, glass eye

the grip is loose, my pen might fall... when was the last time i scratched a word

there is no-one on the door and yet my heart keeps pounding, telling me stop

so many shades of faded cloth ... what beautiful dresses they could have been...

i wonder what that shade of peculiar purple cud be trying to remind me..

oh i too had a garden once... with a dozen different forms of life..

no i did not plot flowers like u, but my bushes i did like

there was grass and weed and thorns and shrubs, little white and yellow petals that would decay on their own

and my garden was still as glorious as your freshly pruned one with the handsome gnome

Ha! I laugh at the wonderful tragedy... i remember now what it was...

a bottle of old, old wine that made my vision blur

i think i know that flower was not a lavender after all

it was just something wild

where are my shawls, my slippers and tea?

oh yes, i feel better now...

its better to forget old fancies and stupid bits of memory

than to be trapped in that question, that knows all, but answers none, that possibility of whether i could have been that flower , or was i that fog

oh hush, let me sleep

its late

and that lavender was not mine after all.

-shambhavi

Classroom crushes and stupid butterflies

The butterfly drifted past the window, flapping its beautiful wings once or twice before flying towards the two eyes that had been following her for a long time, making her way towards the soft pink landing on the window sill.

The eyes squinted for a better view at the butterfly’s trajectory before expanding in horror as she stood up with a start and made a run for the window, trying her best to reach there before the beautiful creature could land on the mound of bubble-gum, pushing a few desks over in her hurry to reach the creature and just then, as she stood a good foot away a sharp voice called her from the front of the room-

“Miss Sharma!”

“Sir!” she stopped dead in her track, suddenly becoming very aware of 40 sets of eyes staring at her from every direction. She quickly turned around to find the fiercest set of the lot boring into her own scared two and she smiled the most stupid of her smiles, still as dead.

“BHOTT NANSENSE!!!” the smile vanished instantly to be replaced by a more acceptable expression, that of mourning.

“Sorry sir.”

“Running in my class like this! Bhott do you think this is? Phish-market?”

“Sorry sir.”

“Shitt down!”

She instantly ‘shatt’ down on the nearest empty chair, waiting only for the dreaded Mr Khanna to turn towards the blackboard and resume his lecture on thermodynamics before turning towards the window to find the butterfly had landed, not on the gum but a sheet of paper! Someone in that class apart from her had been watching the butterfly too, who, she began to wonder just as her eyes fell on the new student who sat next to the same window sill. His shiny hair and sweaty T-shirt made her gape at the resemblance he held with her favourite rock star! she could already imagine the future dates they would go to and the dresses she would wear to match the colour of his eyes (whatever their colour be), how the two of them would sit together in classes as boring as these and stare out of the same window-sill, saving pretty butterflies together, hand in hand as they did the noble deed.

Just then the guy shifted in his place to reveal a set of braces shining behind him and the lanky, freckled face of Babloo smiled foolishly at her, sitting next to the window-sill, pointing a finger first at the paper covering the gum and then at his cheek, making her hand slide off the desk in shock.



“Looney!” mocked a few guys from the seat behind her just as the bell rang for recess. She stuck her tongue out at the guys before adding bitterly to herself, “Stupid Butterflies!”, and walked out.