Midnight Musings

Gratitude Mr. Fernandez! Mr. Fernandez!" Lisa's voice blared into the room, as she struggled to jog in her six-inch high stilettos. "Oh come on Lisa! How many times have I told you not to hyperventilate?" Timothy questioned. "Pardon me sir, but our shares have fallen in value by fifty percent! Moreover, all the new construction projects have been given to a new company from Brazil!" That was news enough to shake Timothy out of his fantasies. Lisa silently kept the file on the table and walked out, cursing those Chanel heels. Timothy looked out of his window, over the Manhattan skyline, thinking if he should take that big a step. But as they say, some decisions need not be pondered that much, but executed at the earliest. Soon, Timothy was rummaging through his drawers for a visiting card. A few days later, Lisa knocked at the chamber door, wearing a triumphant smile. "Yes Lisa?" "Sir, Mr. Arthur's secretary has confirmed your a...

The Man of My Dreams He is winsome yet delectable, His little devil, I’ll always be, He taught me to laugh out loud at myself, We discussed biology over a cup of tea!   Stayed up at night, with sleep filled eyes, He fueled my fire to learn, He made words my strength, Implicit meanings, he helped me discern !   He held me close with strong arms When tears rained down from my eyes, A smile of his is seen in mine, That he smiled when he heard my first cries!   Weak was a word, I thought he never knew, He is patient and determined, Has pet peeves, very few!   Calls himself ‘old-school’, the Man of my Dreams, He is a husband and a son like no other, It’s high time he knows, he is one of a kind, In the life of his millennial daughter! Wishing a very happy Father's Day to the superhero of every girl's life. Thanks to all the dads for making their daughters believe in themselves!  

Love of All Seasons   A million feelings, A thousand thoughts, A hundred memories, This love has brought!   But when love is perused, From two points of view, I cannot help but think, About me and you!   I know your soul imagines still, How things would be and forever will, A unique love that was ours, Before the streetlights stole the stars!   A cold, starry winter night, And a silent walk with you, Had left me awestruck and tongue-tied, I couldn’t keep my eyes off you!   A warm breezy spring morning, We talked of proclivity, You gifted me love, all wrapped up, In verses of poetry!     A thunderous monsoon evening, You left, tearing me apart, The clouds and winds wept in grief, For a wounded, broken heart! A sun-kissed autumn afternoon, You see me across the lane, An exchange of apologies, And then we meet again!   A bewitching summer day, I greet you with a winsome smile, We laugh and tease as if, We’d longed for each-other all the while!  ...

The Weapon “I hate to disagree Frank, but money does buy you happiness. Money can buy you  everything. I’d rather cry in a Mercedes than weep sitting on the sidewalk. Anyways, I’m home now, see you in the morning,” Bill said, walking up the driveway. The mansion was dark and silent. “The demerits of being a widower,” Bill thought to himself. One tends to become self-dependent in situations like these. An hour later, Bill savoured the freshly-baked lasagna at the dinner table with a goblet of wine. Pink Floyd played in the background of the candle-lit room. He definitely wasn’t going to savour the stench of two roughly built men closing in on him. Bill was on his toes in a flash, but the men were faster. One of them grabbed him by the shoulders, while the other stood pointing a gun at him. ‘‘The merits of being a widower, Mr. Roberts, is that you don’t have to share the wine,’’ said one of the men, gulping down the Merlot. “Who are you, gentlemen? And min...