Short Story

'You are always good with words. But I don't know why do you always hide your emotions behind your words.' He texted after reading her status.
'Writing is something I feel connected to myself, to my inner conflicts and to what I wish for in other dimensions if it exists.' She replied. 

Poem: I am a crashed flower

I am a crashed flower
Water me with love,
You will see me bloom... 

Poem

I am a disturbed soul,
Accept my arrogance and ignorance,
And guide me with patience
You will find me beautiful...

Short Story: Gents washroom

'Today, we are going to have lunch of your choice.' I pushed the menu towards my cousin, sitting next to me.
'Tandoori roti and chicken masala.' He ordered.
Food was served after 15 minutes. As I took the first bite, I patted my brother's back.
'Good choice, bro. '
I had great liking for green chillies. And believe me, it was mouth watering as I filled my mouth with roti, chicken, fresh onion and a bite of green chilli.  Within a few minutes, my plate was clean and my stomach was full with two tandoori rotis, chicken masala, four pieces of ringed onion and two green chillies. But my eyes complimented the food and my ears felt the hot flavour. I could not control and rush to the washroom. I pushed the door and I was lucky that the basin was just one hand away from there. I gargled my mouth and spit the water three to four times. As I came out,  I saw three to four gentlemen standing outside. I looked at them. 'What happen? Stop staring at me! ' My eyes spoke.
'Please turn back, '  a gentleman pointed with a similar back. He was trying to impress me few seconds back with his English accent and now he was giving me that too smart look.
I turned and looked towards the door.  'Gents Toilet.'
I stood there with my mouth wide open.
'Gosh! I used gents washroom basin.' I thought to myself.
'Excuse me, madam.  You are blocking my way,' the gentleman said with a wicked smile.
I stepped forward and kept walking towards the table, fighting my own thoughts.
'The tap has nothing to do with Gents toilet. It's water that you have used and stop over reacting,' my mind intelligently remarked.

Poem: I am an incomplete book.

I am an incomplete book
Each chapter will tell you
Of more failures than successes,
Each paragraph will narrate of more heartbreaks than love,
Each line will convey more weaknesses than strengths,
I am an incomplete book
I want you to read me patiently,
I want you to understand me slowly,
I want you to complete the book beautifully...

Short Story: Copyright

'You don't use Whatsapp.' He asked surprisingly.
'Too many groups, forwarded messages and too much bitching really piss me off. So, I have a personal number where I have only eight of my closest people.' I added with a thought.
'Eight. Isn't it quite a big number? You can go for a world record.' He giggled.
'Yes. I am thinking of making in the Guinness book.'
'Don't forget to give credit to me. The idea is mine, remember.' He said, suppressing his laughter.
'Yes. Don't worry, I won't take your copyright.' I replied back.
'You know what to take... ' He bit his tongue as the words slipped.
'What?' I asked innocently.
'If you want, you can take the copyright. I won't hesitate to give you.'
'I will not even ask you once I have the full copyrights.' I left the ball in his court.

I longed to see you

O beloved,
I longed to see you.
O beloved,
I longed to embrace you.
I longed to go on a ride,
Through the highways-
Into the valleys,
Where nature would garland our love,
O beloved,
I longed to hold you tight-
From the back,
I longed to close my eyes,
Resting my head on your back
As you rode me into the valleys...