Shail’s Nest

In the sky float fluffy white clouds
Your answer confuses and beclouds
Can you be more specific and define
Which of them exactly is Cloud Nine?

– Shail Mohan (2008)

It was all done in the spirit of good fun. I had just returned form an early morning inspection of the grounds. The fresh air full of all the ozone thingy that humans speak of had put a spring in my step. Sadly enough there were no moony love-sick Labradors around to do that. Sighhhh. [...]

- A 55 words story

“Who spilt the paint??” the mother asked angrily.
“Not I… ” Little heads shook denying.
“It’s you!” the mother accused her.
“I didn’t” she said indignantly.
“Liar!!!”
The boy smiled weakly, in embarrassment.
“It’s him,” she pointed.
“Oh was it you darling??” the mother smiled, hugging the son.
The non-liar daughter stood watching from the sidelines.

All ye sisters of mine (and you brothers, stay well out of this one!! Grrr….) lend me your ears or rather this being a blog and all that your eyes please. I recently came across a  ‘prescription’ and a mind-bogglingly easy one to swallow …errrr, follow, for that ‘very liberating’ feeling we the sisters have [...]

I dug holes in the backyard
buried tiny chunks of me
and
over them planted shrubs
for you to see
Some parts are now missing
I am not whole
but
you would never know
of the hollow
for
the green leaves
the pretty flowers
will hold you in their spell
while I weep…

- Shail Mohan (Jan 2010)