The itch to write

GUEST POST A poem by Serene Sarah Zachariah (my sister) WIPED OUT DREAMS I lay back down and close my eyes It has been seven years I realise The days have passed The dreams have crashed I look back again, not in despair I turn back again, for just a glare It was a day,my wedding day Just as I had dreamed, the day would be Laughter and joy filled the air Preparations continued with no time to spare. I looked at the sky with hopes of tomorrow It smiled back at me without any sorrow The morning light had filled my room My heart was glad without any gloom I looked at my face And i had began to praise For the day had come My wedding day,the most awaited one I stood there in pure white And my parents looked at me with pride Their daughter, oh so dear Will leave them, in time oh so near The moment was nearing There was no point in fearing Then a sudden phone call Changed the mood the church hall In an accident, groom had died Shattered and heartbroken ,the

When I lived in Kottayam I usually went by bus to work. It takes around thirty minutes to reach my bus stop. This particular day was filled with countless amusing incidents in a span of half an hour. I couldn't stop myself from penning it down.        I was sitting in the window seat when I saw a middle-aged couple pacing in a scooter beside our bus. At first I thought they wanted to overtake and go ahead of our bus. The lady waved hands and screamed for the bus to stop. So I told the conductor to stop the bus. That man stopped the scooter hastily near the bus door and boarded the bus in a hurry along with his wife . He did not realize that he boarded the bus with his "HELMET" still securely seated on his head. He sat in a vacant seat along with his wife. Even after a good solid ten minutes he did not take the helmet down. It was too funny for all of us to see him sitting in the bus comfortably with the helmet still on his head .    The wife noticed many people sta