Shail's Nest

Last night I cut away a part of me That I may face the morrow I washed the blood off so none would know Then how did the morn dawn drenched?? – Shail Mohan (March 2009)

Chinnamma teacher was a terror to the motley crowd of 10 – 12 year olds of middle school. She taught Malayalam, the language spoken by those of God’s Own Country, Kerala which lies down south of India. If you had seen the thin, stoop shouldered woman with salt and pepper hair clad in her simple [...]

He was a clam Not open all closed She an open book He opened when he chose. He thought he knew her He had read the pages all But she remained a riddle He never could solve. He hid himself well Never bared his soul Yet she knew him like herself May be more, who [...]

I am on my way through roads well traversed To a destination I know I have been there before… Once again I start or should I say restart… It doesn’t really matter I have been there before… You promised me places Never seen or ever dreamed Where you send me now I have been there [...]

Twenty five random things about myself?? Hmmm…. well you asked for it taggers, IHM, Monika, Isabel, Deeps, Solilo & Co. Anyone else?? Since my blogs are mostly about myself, there maybe repetition of facts. Brace yourselves, here I go. I hate to be lied to. I can take the truth, all truths, even the bitterest. [...]

Laden I am down there is no hope it is sundown out of nowhere like a whiff of fresh air you come become the fulcrum Your hand holds mine fingers intertwine you pull me from the deep life is an upsweep To love’s dictum joyously I succumb – Shail Mohan (March 2009) This is in [...]

- a short story. She looked at him across the compartment. He looked back at her nonchalantly. There was no trace of any emotion on his face. It was just blank. How could he?? How could he?? She felt crushed, miserable How could he do this to me?? Why did he do this to me?? [...]

Don’t lie to me, don’t cheat I am no coward, I can take the heat Be a human stand on your two feet And tell me the truth straight and neat. -Shail Mohan (March 2009)