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They met like the raindrops meet the parched earth. They embraced, her face fitting perfectly between the curves of his back. Her arms around his waist and his arms on hers, talking about everything till the seconds converted into minutes and minutes into hours. together till the sun set and the moon came knocking. They loved, laughed, talked and cried… till her tears and his sweat merged and there was nothing but some salt between them. They were together again, and between them the time melted and the moments froze. Shubhra June 28, 2008

I beat her to death or near death the pink skin is no more pink its red and blue her body does not smell of jasmine it smells of blood after I am exhausted and done I cannot take her anymore then there I lie with her soaked in her blood and in my sweat I possess her at that moment her limpless body and lifeless soul something I could not do when she was alive I had given her 24 hours to run the last lap of her life to do whatever she wanted to say hellos and if need be some byes... to express thanks or to say sorry... 24 hours was all she had after that she would never be the same I had told her very clearly don't know if she believed me but now she lies there spent and over I feel victorious I finally possess her no one can take her away now, no one!!! Shubhra September 26, 2008

तुम इतने परेशान क्यूँ हो बाबू? आओ हमारे आँगन मॅ ज़रा खंबे से टेक लगा कर बैठो. थोड़ी ठंडी हवा मॅ साँस लो तुलसी वाली चाय बनाती हूँ पियोगे ना? आओ तुम्हारे सर मॅ नारियल का तेल लगा दूँ. आँख बंद करो और दे दो माथे कि लकीरें मुझे कॉंट्रॅक्टर से जो झगड़ा करके आए हो वो भी दे दो एक सफेद चादर बिछा देती हूँ गयी रात घर मॅ हुई नोक झोक, बंद ना होने वाली फोन कि घंटी, दफ़्तर मॅ पड़े काग़ज़ के ढेर, बहन के रिश्ता कि जाँच, वो बरामदे का फ्यूज़ बल्ब, गाड़ी का डेँट, घर का पैंट, वो नया काम, मकान मालिक का नोटीस, और बाकी सब डाल दो इस सफेद चादर मॅ बाँध दो सब एक साथ अपनी सारी परेशानियाँ एक पोटली मॅ और छोड़ दो मेरे आँगन मॅ सारा बोझ उतार कर हल्का महसूस करोगे शायद वो मुस्कुराहट अपना रास्ता वापस ढूढ़ ले शायद चाल मॅ वो तेज़ी लौट आए झुके हुए कंधे उठ जाए और चेहरे कि चमक उजागर हो जाए शायद तुम अपने आप से दोस्ती कर लो, ये पोटली यहीं छोड़ दो मेरे पास, खुद से खुद को आज़ाद कर लो और इतने परेशान मत हो बाबू. शुभ्रा, May 23, 2008

The sun scorched earth and they simmered. Some got burnt, some dried some just cried. Some hid in a shady corner, some indoors, some under the green cover, lifeless and limp vigor lost. Then came rains to ease their pain. The first showers cleansed the body, the next their soul. My plants, my dear plants… Today it rained They again go green regain their lost sheen Full of joy, smiling from ear to ear Leaves flirt with each other dancing to the rhythm of rain drops Their wait has come to an end Then the rain stopped there was calm They had made peace with the sun. Shubhra. June 2007.

It rained this morning. The rainwater on the parched earth, emanated an earthy fragrance. Wind danced like a little girl and the lightning illuminated the sky 4 O' Clock in the morning nature was enacting a play. I got up, a willing audience. The breeze tugged at my heart the earthy fragrance reminded me of you. Suddenly I missed you how I wished we could have watched this play together and then joined in as actors adding our own script, making our own music. This morning it really rained, it was beautiful it still is... shubhra 1st April, 2008 8.00 am

किसने कहा कि ज़िंदगी आसान होगी पर सोचो ज़रा इतनी मुश्किल भी तो नही घास पे ना चले तो क्या पर सीखा संभालना हमने पथर पे चलके ही किसने कहा कि ज़िंदगी आसान होगी पर सोचो तो इतनी मुश्किल भी नही सीखा है संभालना पत्थरों पे चलके पर ऐसा नही कि घास के काबिल भी नही शुभ्रा, जन्वरी 29 2008

The night is dark and quite. The wind is cool and full of fragrance of the approaching morn. By the smell of it, it seems it has rained somewhere or within someone. Its just before dawn the retreating night and the flirting wind engulfs me, I feel as if you are somewhere near and in your fantasy you are embracing me taking me in your arms, filling my soul with your love. This night reminds me of you. Shubhra, 20th March 2008 4.30 am

Once a broad shady road it was. The outer ring road. Pipal and Neem trees on the sides, the dividers with flowery shrubs like bougainvillea and madhumalti. It was a lovely drive. Red signals were a pain but they gave time to admire the beauty of these age-old wonders. Then they thought of development. Building some more flyovers and subways and some high capacity bus service too. They ruthlessly chopped the trees, some of which were older than their own existence. The once shady beauty was now only lifeless brown trunk fenced by a tin enclosure. Each time one passed the heart went out to these trees. The question lurking large was, is this the price for development? Then one fine March morning, as I passed the same road and what do we see? There are these tiny light green shoots, leaves, and saplings shooting out from the brown trunks. Life had sprung again. These tiny little things were shining, dancing with the wind and whispering their music in the spring breeze. As if they were sho

Heartbeat vacillates like the graphic equalizer of an audio system. A rush of blood Face, ears feel the heat; turn red muscles get taut limbs tremble A lurking fear or the thrill of the known or the unknown? Shubhra, 8th Jan, 2008

हर एक रिश्ता बेईमान है आजकल खुद से है जो रिश्ता कम से कम उसमे कायम रखें ईमान शुभ्रा, 29th Nov, 07