Sunday, January 24, 2010

My little sister..

It’s going to be a boy... when all the elderly voices were heard in the house,
one soft voice curtly said 'I want a sister' and there He heard me.

Too plump to handle
but still carrying her in my arm,
after all she was there on my demand !
Call her Nanu, call her Gotu,
plz don't call her Kruti,
She might not hear you..

Youngest in the family, dearest to all,
pampered to the core, loved more...

Didi nu puchdu.. my little sister
Stopped eating Bhindi
coz didi did not like to..

Like a Gunda raj at home she orates
but crying while fighting with classmates...
Not a single day in school goes
without meeting her in recess break,
not only me... but even all my friends,
looking for my biladi with two pony tails...

Never knew how to smile for a picture,
but now those pictures,
brings a broad smile,
on every viewer's face !!

Ironing her uniform,
preparing her plates,
being her little mother,
seemed more like my own traits...

Playing blind man buff and
getting caught while shouting out of fear..
Will those days come back ever !

Sobbing together while watching a movie,
otherwise tying to prove ourselves nervy..

Dancing like king Khan on darde disco,
shooting the act, knowing that it is psycho !

My best friend, my best companion..
Didi nu bachchu..my little Nano..

Healthy fights with dad,
lengthy chats with mom.
Reading for long hours
remembering her C.S. Sir

Trying to groove, moving her sleek finger,
struggling to the rhythm of her dear Dharmesh sir

Talking to buddies for long hours on phone,
telling long stories all full of fun..
oh ! but back of her mind, the bills she can’t shun..

And now that u are on earth ! away from your heaven,
remember that all the angles that you are given,
will always stand by your side, just have that gut,
will protect you, trust me, no matter what !

Everybody loves you :o)

From a Friend

One bright morning I met her on my way

She surprised me hard and made me quiet

But life is long and it took a turn

She held my hand when I needed one

She listened to me, She gave me time

She surprised me again and made me quiet

She is strong, She is tender

She is smart, She is crazy

She laughs at me, She laughs with me

She is mature, She is fun

We are different, We are alike

I am lucky to have her around

I call her my friend

She held my hand when I needed one

Love

-- and i called her self centered ! SORRY friend..