Tiny Sapling

In the midst of countless faces, his eyes continuously seeking for her, everybody celebrating their graduation day but she was nowhere. He crawled into a chair and observed those lives which were going to be transformed radically. When it comes to matter of future, there was hope, trust, stability in their innocent eyes. The feeling of liberty can be trenchant and comforting at the same time. He glanced at that inscription DMU.

“MUD, One day I had planted my tiny sapling here for her blooming future.” He promptly strengthened his shoulders.

“Dad” She lilted.

Sudden happiness made him trembled.

Two Voices : A Poem

It was cold and tenuous evening

Moonlit scattered in the whole misty sky

While clouds gobbled up the warm sun,

Two voices standing on the sea-shore

Surrounded by mute silences

Brushing away the moments of feeble sadness

Restoring the beauty of life,

Reviving the delicate trust

So what if there are few mishappenings

Who told them life would be a cradle of sunshine?

Waves of hope tangled in their heart

No more tears No more sighs

Couple of lips with radiant smiles.

- Ankita Chauhan 

Her Oblivion - A Short Story

Happy Pearl : A Short Story

“Why are you smiling that way?”

“Summers must be nearby.”  He peered excitedly.

This elderly couple just came to Kerala and celebrating their wrinkled childhood on the house boat. They both reclined on the floor trying to grab the waves. They glanced at the pink-golden haze of sky and lost into nothingness for hours. Suddenly he snuggled her hand closer and recollected his vague memories.

“But baba! Why can’t I come with you?”

“Because they hired me, I’m not the owner of the boat.”  

He trembled with teary happiness “Dear, it took me 40-years to find this happy pearl!”

Lap of Words

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When world abandoned her,

She found herself into lap of words.

She read thousand lives, established indelible knots.

She enjoyed their ebb and flow of thoughts.

She struck a midst ocean of eclectic expressions.

How could an author interpret her, every reflection?

Sometimes she felt anguished, alone with silent screams.

There is a vague line between realities and dream.

- Ankita Chauhan 

Fervent Smile

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He was upset, feeling like a subject in this objective world. He had pissed of these transfers and friendless zones.

“To get a stable job seems filing an application for heaven.” He sighed and peered outside the window. He got numb with teary-eyed. There was a kid on wheelchair waving at everyone, laughing fervently, alive.

Ankita Chauhan

Hesitation

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That deep intimacy of eyes, flickering smiles and flirting of heartbeats. There wasn't blabbering but reflective silence fondling on their lips and here I was being left on floor, half-dead, relinquished. Love overpowered me again.

I, hesitation wandering for a heart who is naive, afraid of consequences before celebrating love. Their stupidity is my existence.

 – Ankita Chauhan 

Sequence

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As day was fading outside, he was actually ready to leave his room along with sequence of her floating memories. Past months were hard for him; he was completely unaware about his existence after her. By walking on silent road he glanced at the moon, a fervent version of love; remembered her, smiled and damaged.

- Ankita Chauhan  

Pankhuri

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1.
बूंद भर इश्क़
सुलगते अल्फाज़ सी वो,
होठों पर ठहरी दुआ
क़भी उर्दू की आवाज़ सी वो..


2.
ख्वाहिशों की बज़्म में
खामोश सी शरर
निस्बतों की भीड़ में
तेरा रूह-ए-शहर..


- Ankita Chauhan