Death of a Bookstore

Death Of A Bookstore
The room is cold and sterile,

Bereft of sensations.

The walls exude a chill,

As a thin light through the window spills.
Casting pale shadows on racks,

Dry yet musty,

Where the tomes rest, in slothful idleness,

And volumes of tales, lost in translation,

Spineless and desiccated,
Paper backs and hard backs, in desolation,

Their timeworn leaves rasping sad stories of estrangement-

None to take, none to hold, none to own.
The bibliophile

Saunters in the empty aisles,

A loner, looking at

Straightjacketed books,

Dissociated and distanced by brackets.
Foggy titles on dusty covers and dusty jackets.

This world is spookish,

And anything but bookish.

Oh for that waft of warm scent!

Of bounded leather and printed paper,
Of steaming mugs and rustling leaves,

Of hushed tones and sunny spirits.

Alas! The bewitching hour is spent.
The bookworm’s beating heart stills.

The truth unveils,

Like an anticlimactic ending of a chapter,
It is now a local lore,

‘Death of a Bookstore’
Electronic earthworms can now chomp ‘n slurp away million bytes a minute to flashy pen drives as we relax getting a caffeine refill or hairdo.

Whether we get it all into our grey cells is another matter!

Era of the on demand literati has arrived.

When book stores die let electronic stores sprout!

More money in the latter if you ask me!

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When you come 

Come unannounced sometimes 

When you are like free rhymes,

That comes creeping anytime. 
Come and remind me of my existence 

Call me by my name with persistence 

Flying like a broken kite in daylight 

Bring in smiling happiness bright.


Come like a bird on my balcony,

Chirps in dawn with sweet melody

Like the cold breeze kisses my cheek

When I feel exhausted and weak.


Come like the fragrance of petals 

Crossing through meshes of metals

Drown me in your tender presence 

I long for those liberated moments. 
Come like a child without inhibition 

Who comes to play pranks forbidden 

I need playful gestures of innocence 

When nothing matters but sensations.
Come with the gift of your vacant mind

Stealing some mischief of sunshine

Under the tree our hearts will swing

We will fly together on unseen wings.
Come to spend the day at leisure 

When our company is the only pleasure

Don’t bring a watch for time to measure 

Happy Marriage Anniversary 

A pleasant Surprise for you Di 

I know if you are reading this …you will come to know I am talking about the most wonderful day in your life …Every girl doesn’t forget it ever

HAPPY MARRIAGE ANNIVERSARY

Today is your Marriage Anniversary Di …I am sharing this post once more for you ..despite of my exam tommorow…you must be busy celebrating the same with Jiju…wishing you a happy married life forever.

Here’s  a pleasant surprise for you

How would you feel to know that I was present at your marriage ceremony even though we didn’t knew each other.

It was 22 May 2015. For first time I had come to Shanti Nagar…where my father’s friend Rakesh Soni once lived. Now he has shifted to Pune.I hate the humid and hot climate of Mumbai in summers as I literally get drenched in sweat.

I had just come to the venue Bapa Sitaram Temple  thinking it was a temple of Lord Ram and Godess Sita.But it was a temple of Saint Sitaram. At the same time there was a marriage ceremony going on.I felt the presence of someone very close to me.

Curiosity pulled  me towards the marriage pandal even though I was an uninvited person by both the parties.The feeling of someone close to me became stronger and stronger. 

I stopped. I saw you dressed in red transparent saree and blue blouse standing alongwith your sister.

I realised this just 3-4 days ago when I saw the photo your sister in one of your posts .She is an unique person and can be identified easily.

Your spouse wore a dark red sherwani.The remarkable thing was he hadn’t shaved yet he looked very handsome. The stage bore his name S –  –  –  – – H and yours written in yellow colour.

I could sense the feeling of happiness and satisfaction on your face getting married to a person whom you like most and at the same time a feeling of sadness for leaving behind your family… the persons whom you love the most.

I felt like I should walk upto the stage and  talk with you but since we were unknown to each other ..also I was a stranger and uninvited guest …somehow I controlled myself and walked away.

Yet happy to be a part of most important day of your life.