*iRead*

I am the hungry reader.The one who reads and wants to read continuously...why do I love books is easy to answer ...perhaps as easy as breathing or easier...books have changed my world and life..I still remember when
daddy would come from his business tours armful of books for me...and how I would get lost in the wonderful
world of fairy tales...the giants,magic castles,the prince charming....

 I read because I feel  that is the only thing I can boast of being skillful....I just read...To come back home
after a hard day's work...when I feel unsure of the very meaning of life..books come to my rescue. They
teach me that there's so much to live for...they are my companion for life....a worthy lover who doesn't judge
me,will never criticise me...but will always be my side...I love you dear daddy to give me the love of my life.

The authors they  make me shed tears ,laugh,be angry ,they make me move a thousand ways....they provide me the much
needed sanctuary...a safe haven...where I read about people but I do not deal with them...I just need my cosy corner to get immersed.

Books and a cup of chai is a pleasure only known to those who read...I read because words they speak
to me in all possible emotions...words that listen and make you think....I am in love with books..so I read because that is all I need....

My Daughter's Wedding Card

My Best Friend :*

The red kumkum smeared card

means nothing at all  to those invited .

I know , it is just a card...

perhaps it will be thrown away

or used to swat a fly.

To me,it means....

the girl who came to me

when she was thirteen.

I couldn't enjoy her infant days,

her pigtails and pink cheeks.

Her baby steps and toothy gurgles

were sorely missed by me.

She would soon fly away

to her new found nest.

To return perhaps some years later

with a pink or blue bundle....

And I will then relive

the days I could not...

So,

the card means  ...

my 13 year old baby

with her temper flaring

and her skirts dragging

will not come to my bedside

to wake me up from my afternoon naps..

nor will she resent even a fly

that comes near by.....

Our Mountain

Years will slowly roll by,
We will never visit the road taken..
We knew it in our hearts,
Memories were thus collected..

Shadows of our mountain will grow bigger,
Cutting our flight...making us meager.

I held steadfast to our broken dreams
I kept my promise...
You?....
You held them in open.

Alone in darkness
I pick the pieces of broken heart,
Your careful wrong steps
Shall live inside me forever
till death do us part...