THE SICKLE-SHAPED

How familiar must it be
that you put the horizon to sleep
and welcome the silent skies,
like babies lulling,
and adults guarding time!

You are a prayer
O' sickle-shaped cursed beauty,
a smile on starry turfs
that comforts farmers,
ensures no fiery storms
over their just sown crops!

You are sincere poetry...
see there, O' Moon,
again I write this,
perhaps shall I write more,
for I love to read you:
you age with my conscience
and are born again
alongside my romance!

You define my longing for the Hills,
those uncivilized lands of intelligence-
I vouch for your sight amidst the snow
but you wouldn't just be there, would you?

LUCKY ICE-CREAM, WARM BROWNIE

Seldom are there certain happenings which begin with uncertainty and end with bliss! There are, however, a few thumb rules to these seldom events of life! First, these are sudden plans. Second, they come with silent joys...I mean, joys with that high dose of maturity coupled with childlike jokes. Third, people won't believe if you narrate to them. But, I shall try to keep this note as true as possible lest people start doubting my narration!

After I had joined this institute in Pilani, I have, to my credit, made a number of friends who are good, both at heart and on plates. In fact, it is now something like a gourmet gang. At this moment, while I write this piece, I have a scheduled self-cooked dinner on Friday. So, this is evidence to prove that everything happening in this piece is real, perfect to a T.

I had never expected that the place has such beautiful eateries. Thanks to my gourmets, we reached at a place where the ambience was proper and it smelt good. After finishing a number of Indian dishes, we decided to go for a brownie blast with ice-cream. I had average expectations.

After ten minutes of the order, the plates arrived. The warmth was already filling the air, and the humidity arising out of the hot dripping chocolate was in classical romance with the air. The ice-cream toppings on them subdued the smoke, but, juggled between the burnt aroma of hot chocolate and cake crust now and then. The temperature outside was quivering at 18 degrees, and the plate added more to the conscience's impatience. It was soothing!

We had it. Oh! Believe me, it might not have been the best brownie ever, but it was worth the best moments, taking into account the place we live in, and the other variables that never could have supported such wonderful food! The chocolate drips kissed the coldness of the cream, and the result was one spoonful of bliss! I ate to my foodie conscience's content, and so did my companions of the 'night brigade'!

We just said, "Lucky we, we got the ice-cream atop warm brownies!"