Shail’s Nest

I was caught in the web I know
Love claimed me for its own I know
I made a mistake I know
You are that mistake I know

I gave you my heart I know
Though I shouldn’t have I know
I was helpless I know
It was Destiny I know

We will never be one I know
Not in this life [...]

– a 55-word story.

“You haven’t done your home-work again!” the paan-chewing teacher spat exasperated.
He smiled insolently, not condescending to answer.
Some girls giggled. His eyes searched for her among them.
“Get out!” shouted the teacher.
He walked out of the class to the previously chosen tree, settling on a branch.
Now he could see her even better.

When we met
and knew in an instant
we were meant to be…
when nothing mattered
not the chains that fettered
or the ropes that bound…
when music was
your whispered words
and its rhythm your heartbeat
when it rained nothing but love
washing away eons of loneliness
and the circle of your arms
became the universe
the happiest days of my life
had [...]

Do you miss me as much as I miss you??
When you are away I feel so blue
Blue is the color of the sky
And also the endless sea that stretches between you and I.
- Shail Mohan (2008)

From Thru my eyes

I count the grains of sand on the beach
They stretch as far as my eyes reach
When I am done I will tell you
Just how much I love you…
- Shail Mohan  (Oct 2008)

Last night I dreamt
we sprouted wings
flew around the Moon towards Neptune
in our little shack on the ‘ice giant’
I brewed pots of tea
we sipped watching the moons….
In the pale light, your eyes
kindled embers to a roaring flame
and I was no longer the ice maiden.

- Shail Mohan (July 2009)

You knew all the right codes
To unlock padlocked chests
Exposed, in turns I smolder and shiver
As elements wreak havoc in sweet revenge.

- Shail Mohan ( April 2009)

The love in your heart wrapped carefully
Kept secure in layers of feigned indifference
Let the sun not shine on it nor the rain fall
Love it seems has to be locked as if in a bank vault.

- Shail Mohan (April 2009)

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 answer to Usha’s tag to write on the subject of holding hands and [...]

My eyes search for smoke signals
Lazily curling spirals
Bringing me news about you from lands far off
And also love in bushels.