The coUrtyard green


The courtyard green!

How I wish you were with us

There’s a courtyard green

Tall trees in cool breeze they preen

We would have played with a ball

Never would I have let you falter let you fall

Running after you

Your laugh ringing in my ears

More important than all my near and dears

Your little hand in my hand

Which you place with such complete trust

I want to live be well for you

And never let you down 

Wind ruffling your hair

As we share a story a dare

My heart aches

I love you so

Never do I want to see you go

To care for you to tell you tales

To hold you tight see you laugh gales

Nothing else matters

Everything pales

You are slipping away

My hand is bare

See you in a distance 

Fading away to the brick mortar thing

As I wake up to a courtyard stark

It’s morning. Why is it dark?

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Veeru Chheda

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Veeru Chheda

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When I write I lay bare my soul. Amateurish attempts even if. That was my biggest dilemma when I thought of starting a blog. For when you open up deep hidden recesses of your inside, you are judged.

Sure you are applauded a little for what you did right but then the criticism comes in tons for your follies.

For the world is a cruel place indeed!

I have finally decided to go ahead with and post what has encompassed my life recently. Poetry. The words of exhilaration of anguish of tears of laughter of sometimes deep dark expressions waiting for a medium, for an outpour. Paths made of alphabets meandering through melancholy pain betrayal interspersed with brief bursts of bright and beautiful.

Poetry is what but a symphony of the pages with the writer wielding the baton making the words dance to a music that only he hears.

I am a man of contradictions, does that mean I say one thing and do the other? No! I do one thing and also do the other.

Middle age is when you look in the mirror and fret about what you see. At the threshold of old age with triumphs and regrets tucked in your holster You wait gingerly to cross over to the other fight.
When you look back with pleasure and pain and ahead with trepidation and hope.

So Dear Readers, let’s explore this beautiful world of words together. In my blog you will find poetry, short stories, travel reviews and tips and last but not the least Food. Restaurant reviews recipes and much more for I live to eat. For there is nothing more satisfying to soul than a good meal.

Get ready for a kaleidoscope of content but have patience for I have just started and will be posting as the write ups are ready. Please do express your thoughts on what is here anything from The Good The Bad and The Ugly for it will inspire me onwards and upwards. Jai Hind.