Welcome moment

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The room is looking rich
From outside
Sparkling lights are
Like white roses.
It is the
Welcome moment
To celebrate the time.
It seems that
Spawning pink roses
Are in,
To bow
On the both side
With the fire flames
And bubbling sound
For the craziest world.

In moonless night


PIC CREDIT: +Saroja BS 


I'll see you

No other day but

In moonless night,

Your blue eyes

Would look

Sparkling bright,

I will walk 

In the garden of silence

Hold your hand tight

I look 

Perfect for you and

You are my Mr. Right

No the sign of day

Not even galaxy in way

But showering milky white.

O my soulmate

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I was mewling badly,
You hooked me 
from Cannon's mouth.
My perils vent up 
when felt your breeze around,
Assumed myself 
not an earthly worm 
but made up from 
mud of your feet.
You gave me reason 

To breathe
O my soulmate.

Sow what you want to reap....


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A mother had taught her child that the relationship between Radha and Krishna was an extramarital affair. One day, the mother questioned her child's "disgusting" actions, asking, "Did you not know how much pain I tolerated to give you life?" The mother was silenced when the child retorted, "I was the result of your sexual recreation, not solely of pain."

Coffee with you

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Coffee 
is assumed 
good 
to regulate 
blood pressure 
but 
I experienced 
side effect also. 
Heart palpitates 
more than 
usual 

while coffee with you.

I have to stay here.

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Nature has also feelings
Like us
It draws own image
An image of glitter
Like snow on tree top
No smile can attract the charm
As fluffy cloud,
When the wind verifies
The significance of laughing leaves
It dances on the rhythm
Of floating snow balls.
Its tenderness
Speaks so soft
As the rising of sun and moon.
I have to stay here
To hold the hand of breeze
To knock the shiver of warm
Till the decay of my breath.

Googly


The silence..

 
 IMAGE CREDIT: My dear friend +Joanna 
 
The girl is weaving
The words of her fate,
She wants to know
Where is
The angel of destiny?
Her pain 
Is barking on her
But she is
Unable to do
Except to listen
The silence of screaming.

My inside pain

PIC CREDIT: @Gel Poetry Garden


The beauty of nature
Erupts whole the magma
Of extinct volcano
As pain
Inside me
To heal genuinely.
It balms gently
And kisses
On every inside blisters
To make feel blossom.
The tall trees
Covered with snow
And green mountain
Makes me feel happy
And free of worries
Like a baby in cradle.
I'm not alone in my home
Because
It all
Heals me on every breath.

Luck is my fetter


PIC CREDIT: @Malay Mondal
No fencing can bound me
Not a height
Can stop
I've an air gun in my legs
To cover distance
My vision is too strong
To eradicate
The vicious cycle.
I'm a feel of insight
Luck is my fetter
Paradise is my stable
My strength is inside.

Love is dying...

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My breath 
Is choking
Inside.
Nothing
Has to feel
Only the
Dreadful memories
Because
Love is dying
To love.
A faith 
A bliss
A belief
What I have
But 
You're still far
From the dense
Of my thoughts.
My spirit
Is surviving
In my body
To regain hope.

Is the relationship only for need?

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'Papa I'm getting late, don't wanna miss the bus.', papa turned toward her daughter looking like an Almirah. 
Both the shoulders were tugging with school bag, bottle, socks and hands with lunch box, shoes, comb.
'How untidy you're looking papa?
'Come, dress up hurry'
'Papa, please call mumma.'
'Yeah I'll. We need her.'
'Only need, don't we love her?'
Papa is in silent mode, finding the difference between need and love.

Love till Eternity!

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I said to love.
He allowed.
I have been loving him 
Since autumn of my life
To grab eternity.

How I fed in womb?

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The moment, when my mother came to know about conceiving, poured immense pleasure to her. She became indolent and addicted of glee. Her amusement fed me through amniotic fluid for nine months.


Clew of my dream



I had a dream 
To save my whole dreams
In my very own eyes.
I wish to fly 
Having my feathers
Not to hold
The hand of destiny.
But alas!
I'm a girl
I'm everyone's dream
Having no dream
Of myself.

Cerebral Palsy' child

The smiling face of the mother when she came to know about the progress of her child within a month.



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Every virtual relationship has a definite end

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She started to following me. I liked her profile picture. It was a cute doll. She liked my all the status. She made some repetitive comments on few of my pictures. When I liked her comments, she send me messages immediately. 
'Hello, how are you, will you be my friend... Blah..Blah....Blah...' I had no reply so left her on the time.
Second day when I logged in, I saw she had earned more than 2000 friends. They all passed the comments, liked the status. The most irritating thing which I had noticed, she was available whole the time and we had more than hundreds of friends were common. I never replied her messeges, she stopped. Sometime she looks kiddish but varies sometimes looking like a mature character. 
Suddenly she disappeared...Last seen was increasing by the duration of time.
Today I was somewhat disturb to see her profile, the last seen was a week ago. I made an approach to one of my friends. I was shocked to know that she committed suicide. She appeared with a facebook id for her fiance, who left her after 6 months relationship. Then came in touch through facebook. After 3-4 chatting came closer to each other, started to meet and decided to make a bond of love. He promised for a traditional marriage and all the ceremony but after the completion graduation. She accepted and they both slipped the rings on others fingers. They had been in relationship for six months. 
One day she found that her fiance had been gone totally from her life. She felt badly disturbed and got depressed. She had no excuse to heal herself. Her virtual feelings were fed up. She was searching him through Google and Facebook. 
I was very unsatisfied. Every virtual relationship has a definite end.

A letter to a friend

Dear Lovey-dovey
I never wished to be a part of your life but an aura behind you, an aroma to essence you, a voice to make the universe speechless, a loneliness where you meet with yourself, a height of your deeds.....
I would love to hide in you because you want to have myself till your last breath. How can I leave you? How can I grave myself? I'll succumb the every drop of pain.
I'm here for you forever till Eternity.

My wish to stay with you

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I'll never say to stay
In five-star
But wanna hillside
Gazing spread horizon
Holding your hand for hours.

No gifts from you
But wanna grab 
Something in your eyes,
Which wished for 
in balcony Last night.

A Letter to MOM

Mummy,
I'm brimming over with pain. There is a vacuum around me even though having a high profile status.
I'm squeezed, wanna come to you, wanna stand firmly.
Call me as a child. 
I don't wanna see the word 'busy' in my dictionary again.
I'm yours only yours.

It's your ink.



 
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I poured it 
Through the pages 
For the years,

My words 
Your gleam, 

What do you think 
It's your ink.

Coffee with you

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Coffee 
is assumed 
good 
to regulate 
blood pressure 
but 
I experienced 
side effect also. 
Heart palpitates 
more than 
usual 
while coffee with you.

Wanna feel you In my arms

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Miss you at the same pace.
To grab your murmuring voice,
To collect some tranquility 
Of love shore.
You are use to 
Tease me,
As I
Use to miss you.
Wanna feel you
In my arms 
As offspring is over.
My pen is inking
Because somebody is 
Use to smile
On my kiddish love.
I'll come
When you get free.
I'll come 
When you need me.

2 October

No armour,
No weapon,
We all are as safe as can be.
We all have to put
The word of non-violence
In our quiver
To avoid unpleasant moment.
Bapu is not still here
But his values are alive
To make us strong.
We should keep our spirit up
For the sake of ourselves.

Pencil as Missile...


What if...

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What if 
I don't have the money 
To dwell in heaven 
With luxuries.

 What if 
I don't have the time 
To waste in pub 
With buddies. 

What if 
I don't have a heart 
To show off Time and money. 
 Feeling proud myself 
To be a creature Of virtues.

Cerebral Pasy: Not a curse but a different way to live.


How an engineer made a poetry?

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An engineer 
became a writer. 
They started 
to screw the words. 
When got collapse, 
decoded all, 
passed it 
through a tunnel 
and made an amalgam 
of whole the chemicals.. 
love, hate, compassion, 
obsession and so on. 
Now they constructed 
a wonderful structure of poetry.

Quote on my wish.


47 Days of transformation...



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Almost four years have  passed, I never forgot not even a single moment when my lips touched your deep love brimming over with a cup of tea. I joined my new job. It was wonderful because my life went as planned. Times were happy for me. I was really impressed with your personality, way of talking, sense of listening and so on. I fell in love, the love beyond the limits. I felt sorry and while confessing in front of you filled with eternity.   We had a little more time together. You were more than that of I assumed. I was truly madly in love.
The days were passing in hours. The nights never matter. We carried on the journey. All of sudden you had to go to your home town. You asked for only two days leave but you couldn’t come on third day. Then I decided not to go to the office. I was badly upset for three days separation. I wanted to see you at any more.
On the very next day I was lying on the bed on my tummy, your phone call vibrated my whole body badly. You can never imagine my happiness. Your words are echoing so far,
“ What’s going on…..take a bath, dressed up… there would be a big surprise at the office”
“ No way, I wouldn’t go. I am missing you badly. Please I can’t wait at any cast. “
“ As you wish. If you don’t come, you would miss the surprise ever “ . After saying this you disconnected the phone.
I got up, took a bath and went to the office without having a tea. As I entered the corridor, my surprise was in front of me. There was endless happiness in the tears running out from my eyes. I turned back to stepping up for the first floor in my cabin. As pretended to be unknown you didn’t come in my cabin. I waited for you for an hour. Then I stepped down in your cabin having an excuse for demanding of drinking water. Everyone was laughed at me because I had a drinking water bottle already. You knew all the things so kept yourself silent. I pushed myself outside from the cabin, you followed me secretly till the cabin. You sat beside me on the sofa. You expressed a lot of love without lipsing. My sentiments kissed you as were saying. “We are not made for each other but my virgin feelings is only for you forever.”
You broke the silence, “What did you eat since morning?”
I nodded my head. As you knew it. You left me alone just a moment and came back with a cup of tea. You offered me but I denied. You insisted again and again then I offered you half of the tea first. You were not agree but after my request your lips touched the cup then mine. It was your sweetness, your love, your gratitude and my very first and virgin kiss to you. That night, I expressed my words of love to you when you said to me, “ There should be the right of only my wife on this virgin kiss.”
I was speechless but fully dedicated to your love. I said you nothing except this thing, “I never expected anything from you only remember one thing that I can’t live without listening you. Your only presence around me is like an oxygen. Please be my best friend forever.”
You promised to keep in touch forever.
We were going on a journey of fanciful life. I loved you a lot and you always respected my feelings.  After three years warm relationship, all of sudden I felt that I was being avoided by you badly. I started to find out the reason and it was damn scaring to me. The mistrust took place between us. You were on the love track but wanted to do all the things behind the veil. Because of lack of confidence or whatever it was. You started to minimize the volume of conversation, started to rebuke me. And later after you barred my calls. It was the extreme of my pain. I tried all the things to hear even a single word from you. You didn’t show compassion. You didn’t talk for forty seven days to me.
On forty eighth day, it was your birthday I badly depressed. My world was collapsing around me. I’d never known such a pain. It was hard to breath and hold myself. Barely I could connect to you, I poured out whole the grief to you. Perhaps you could understand my pain, you talked to me after such a  long duration.
Now I am cool and calm. Because that was the day of my transformation. I still love you a lot but my feelings are no more.

Longing for tonight

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Your presence near my soul 
While body is 
feeling you warm, 
longing for tonight. 
I'll lose my presence, 
nothing with me 
except your charm, 
longing for tonight. 
I'll suck your gravity, 
no relationship 
without any norm, 
longing for tonight.

When the conversation turns into meeting.

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A long telephonic conversation
Turns into meeting finally.
No place was chosen,
Took a ride ultimately.
I enjoyed driving
Because of my pillion rider.
Wondered several places,
No parking, no sider.
Emotions were in full fledged,
I was overwhelming.
The boat of my passion,
I was sailing.
......
You questioned my expectation,
I took jerk and brake.
My senses were numb
That love is not a cake.
Nothing was left,
Except coming back.
Pushing body in a black hole
Played a zig zag.

Feel me as ever..


You are parallel to me.
If I'm earth, 
you're my sky,
never meet 
but for each other always.
Feel me behind you
as I'm here 
to pat on you back 
for your deeds.
Feel me beside as I'm here
putting my palm on forehead 
to suck your warm.
Feel me as ever
till Eternity.

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