Saturday, 26 November 2016

You made me fly!


Through the window pane,
Staring at the sky,
I used to wonder-
How it would feel to fly
like a free bird,
With wings opened, and the top straight,
Nothing to loose,
But everything to gain,
Soaring higher and higher in that azure heaven.
To this childlike whim
They used to hint,
Dream and love are wings
For creatures, like human beings,
No doubt, i had one
Until the latter came,
But you alone say-
How could i fly with one wing?
i swear, i dreamt of hovering every night,
Alas! nothing felt alike,
How long could i on a dream rely?
I badly needed some absolute
To feel
To feel the flight
Up to the extreme.
Now i am here,
Totally smitten with you,
Standing on this dun
Sensing the most sensuous string,
With arms outstretched, and head upward,
Nothing to loose,
But a Heaven to gain,
Flying higher and higher in your deep true love.


Thursday, 20 October 2016

Call me possessive


Listen love!
Stay away from all
Stay, just with me
You’re my darling,
Only I can love thee.

Reasons are umpteen
To be quixotic
Say, the abyss of your eyes
That feels exotic.
But their gaping glance slashes my heart
So, devoid them of chance
Be Invisible to all but me
Only I can love thee.

Your voice sounds sweet,
Musical and much more
Like the waves of water
Hitting the shore.
But their ever-attentive ears, injures my heart
So, devoid them of chance
Be inaudible to all but me
Only I can love thee.

Things are surreal
If done with you,
Every inch of your skin
Feels fantastic, my beau!
But their hankering fingers scratches my heart
So, devoid them of chance
Be intangible to all but me
Only I can love thee.

Pleasing to my palates
You’re uber tasty,
Just like a precise savory
Not-overly sweet, little bit salty.
But their betimely tempted tongues tears my heart
So, devoid them of chance
Be ingustable to all but me
Only I can love thee.

Your aromatic presence
As pleasant as petrichor,
A treat to my nostrils
Scent, working as a succor.
But their already aroused noses suffocates my heart
So, devoid them of chance
Be inolfactible to all but me
Only I can love thee.

Don’t take it as a vagary
Love, Am not that much whimsy,
It’s all that I love insanely
That’s why
My love, my monopoly.

Monday, 3 October 2016

Betrayal

Betrayed me
The door -unlocked
A better beauty was lurking in
For you, to  feed on.
Tempted.
And soon you were off.
Yeah, through the same
You came in.
Betrayed me
The door -unlocked.
But burnt once I dreaded the fire,
And feared to be a carefree.
So, for the next time
I played safe
And locked the door -properly
Still,
I could see her slant shadows
peeping through the slits of the door
'She cann't make her way'
I thought; and smirked.
Aha, How concealed beauty is a no-concern!
You and me;
Seemed- safe and secure,
But
Betrayed me
The window- unclosed.
Flashed a fairer flesh
and you, just like that
sodded off.
Oh, My bad!
the window- unclosed
Turned the table - Once more.
I now know
A love so shallow
Never sustains;
For a seeker of spring
The autumn is a mini-gain
Matterless how hard i try to stop!
For prettier one,
A way you will find to go
Of any sort;
At any cost.
So
The door and the window sans
Chains and locks
'Cause
Betrayed me
My heart- unmatured

Saturday, 1 October 2016

Aftermath

Now that you are gone I've started hating winters. The dry cold breeze on my moist skin sadistically drags me to the times when these wintry blows used to be the sweet cause of soothing shiver on my Love kissed lips.

Now that you are gone I've started hating nights, and also her stars for making me visit again and again those stargazed nights spent with you. Once so dear, now stars are only cruel luminous dots for me.

Now that you are gone I've started hating rains. As they ruthlessly flashback us under an undersized umbrella, walking without a width betwixt, and then drenching, and then splashing like kids. Prickly pours now!

Now that you are gone I've started hating romances. For their amorous actions, once a good ignition to our relaxing elements, now only give way to tears, and tears, and a deep heartache.

Now that you are gone I've started hating ice-creams. For after one bite I habitually get to you, just to find a void, just to be informed that they are now too 'cold' to have alone. They are no longer sensual in texture and taste, and there are no more love possibilities.

Now that you are gone, I've started hating love-songs. For their lyrics have grown harsh enough to rend my heart. Once so relatable, now just a rapid reminder of your absence. That's all.

Now that you are gone, I don't love my porch swing anymore. For it has turned stone-hearted, ever steering back my memories to the full swing, full of us, my head resting on your lap and your hands rolling in my hair, and a heart-content laugh to complete.

Now that you are gone I've started hating the sunrises and the sunsets, and the walk along the shore; and trips and tours, even my biological clock I hate.

Now that you are gone I've started hating everything. Everything that we used to do together, everything that instills you within, everything that you were a part of. And that is why I hate myself more. Because I'm the place where you are profusely. And profoundly.
But the irony is when i loathe everything and everyone then why you are alone there in my love-list. Will you do me favour? Just for the last time. Please. Teach me how to unlove you, how to hate you. Just like you do.


Friday, 26 August 2016

loss & Gain

  Attraction. Appetite. Approach. Attack, and right then you Attain. Attain her by all your force and might, then you emerge as a victor, as a all-powerful being, believing that you have won her, and can easily win anyone, thinking that you have quenched your thirst, and she is now all empty.

 I know beauty tempts, and it tempts like hell. You loose your control and get ready to slay and stain. But, Rapist! Do you ever think what you lose, or what you gain?

 If you think you had all of her by merely getting into her, then you are miserably mistaken. You could not even touch her micro self let alone the-whole-she. Her soul, her true self, her internal beauty, and the abode of her abundant love remained untouched and untrodden. Your hands could only reach to the icing, not to the inner cream.

No doubt you enjoyed her flesh but could not engage yourself in her feelings. You surely made her shriek, but sorry to say you failed to make her moan. Of course, you got her kicks, but alas! Her heavenly kiss. Yes, she was under your power but you could not get her on you. In your haste to possess and prove you could not taste those sappy slow moves. So, Only a nanosecond could be yours out of the infinite.
You just had a fleeting joy. You just satiated your sexual urge on the stake of spiritual love. Your triumph is a trifle one. Because you are stick to lust. And love is beyond that. Love is vast and deep. Love is something to feel, And you deliberately ruin it by raping.
Woo, do not violate. Solicit, do not snatch. If you fail than simply accept that you both are not meant for each other, and let her go, and wait, because your companion is yet to come, with whom you would not have to force yourself, with whom you would not have to steal, with whom you would make a dream-world, and with whom everything would be easy and happy. So wait. Don't let lust win over love. Wait, do not forsake your daily bread for a day's pizza. Wait, wait for your lady love, who will like you , love you and of course lust you, not for a day but for ever. Wait, because patience pays, and it pays fairly well. Wait, but do not rape.

Saturday, 20 August 2016

Y For Yes


I'm approval of your ambitions,
That lets you work;
In the gloomiest time,
I'm remover of the murk.

I'm prospect for your proposal,
A confirmation in the church;
Working as a catalyst,
I'm the answer, you waited much.

I'm eager ears' exaltation,
A kind heart's word;
In those extreme needs
I'm the help,that is offered.

I'm the pure proof of presence,
A students's cry;
I'm the vain proud of an owner,
A slave's forced aye.

I'm the permission you grant,
To your beloved beau;
Three alphas are enough,
To make him move.

I'm the tick on marksheet,
Indicating their success;
I'm the +symbol on test-stick,
Confirming her pregnance.

There is a simple rubric
To comply,
Wherever I Am
There is no 'deny'.

Friday, 13 May 2016

Desire.

Dear Desirer,

Every now and then,
You keep me within;
Sometimes i'm strong and stout,
Sometimes just thin.
There are times when you harbour me
For long,
And also i come up with a term
So short.
Dear! I dont mind
My dwelling and duration,
But it pains when I'm pinned up
to a wrong notion.
How easily you believe,
That i'm alone enough,
Man Ho! Be mindful
I dont bluff.
I admit, i am the stepping-stone
For your utopia,
Only if you forget not
my companions, my panaceas.
 I have always depended
on your performance,
And always will;
Just remember,
Determination and Diligence.
My two fellows
I work with.

Your desire

Wednesday, 27 April 2016

Dumped.

Hey friend! I'm not jealous,
nor i hold any malice;
happy for your success
though,
you won't see it in my eyes.
The gloom of my unfulfilled dreams
overpowers my sight
just before, they can glow with delight.
No, not your fault,
here, fate and family have played their part,
Or
say, I'm a chicken heart.
Call it their overprotectiveness
keeping those narrow-minds wild;
or may be,
I'm not God's favourite child.
Ohh yes!
second one seems most sensible,
as people got feasible, with time
now younger siblings cater their dreams
can it be possible otherwise?
Alas! Their altered attitude
will be of no help
since my dream was born
with an expiry date.
now the time has taken flight,
and why should not?
it waits for none, like tide.
But i'm left behind
Like dregs in a bottle of wine
Disabled.
Disarmed.
With a void in my heart.
Every now and then
i reck my mind.
Why am i subjected to it?
Why am i victimised?
Was being hearsome a crime?
Or
Did i obey like a fool?
Or
Destiny dumped me making my dears a tool?
Whatever be the cause,
The dream has deferred.
Or rather died.
For good.
For sure.

Friday, 18 March 2016

Forbidden Desires

     
        I was drawn towards 'Forbidden Desires' by its inviting cover. Though a book should not be judged by its cover only, still i did (for the first time). ;-) And i am not at all disappointed at my-love-at-first-sight-pick. Because, the window you've created in the guise of this book, to the world where so many marital-committments and misconceptions suppress long-nurtured desires and inborn talents is worth peeping into. And you have perfectly played to give wings to those Hidden-Desires.
      Besides, a lucid view of modern married life, your story writing style and speed (as in- four possible full-fledged novels neatly folded in one) and the ease with which you have maintained all those suspenses & secrets till the last page are incredible. Like really incredible. With the each move in the plot you were subtly unleashing one or other dern to keep us hooked.
     Thanks for such an inspiration. Am sure it'll surely help women to speak for themselves.

Monday, 29 February 2016

Review: Pandora's Box by Tushar sen

   
      So the 'Pandora's Box' opened and surely opened with loads of surprises in it. Though half of the topics touched upon in this anthology are not my cup of tea, yet it had something that kept me adhered to it and the adherence grew stronger with each approaching story.
      Unmatched knack of narrating stories, unpredictability of climaxes, mind-trapping twists and salute-worthy imaginative content are clear manifestation of his brilliance and ofcourse .....of his painstakingly done observation and research work. Throughout the read, you will have to keep two different perspectives. Just when you are certain that the tale is about some 'xyz'.......then wait buddy, 'Coz he has some 'zyx' to tell.
       And if i talk about its literary aspect then i would say ..... long time later had a look of literature-y language. besides this vocabulary is standing out everywhere. Hence, not at all a bad read.
Rating----4.5/5
PS. - Its author's debut work, if thats it then it is worth wondering what is more there in his 1400g weighing world. Best of luck for his future.  

Friday, 22 January 2016

DIVORCE is D'worst when


          Our life is kinda Fast and Furious. I mean, just look at where we are finishing up today…….either at fast or at furious…….or sometimes at both. In the era of fast food, the so-called ‘fast’ word is getting attached with almost everything. Be it data-speed or car-speed, we always long for the fastest. Love-startups and break-ups both are executed within a blink of an eye. We get infatuated in a jiffy, while loathing for the same begin to lurk in shorter period than that. Even, these days ‘normal-datings’ are being replaced by ‘speed-datings’. And thirsts for swift career-suits are no longer behind the curtains. The whole scene sights like we are playing the ‘rapid-fire’ round of life’s game. No?
         Amidst all these speedy occurrences, we should not forget the fastest performance of ‘Divorce’……….actually, I should term it as ‘Quick-Divorces’. Abusive husbands or demanding wives, marital discontent or adulterous disposition, ego-problems or trust-issues…..whatever be the reason, it takes only one ignited moment’s thought to break that B’ful bond, let alone second thoughts or afterthoughts. I am not seconding the idea that you should suffer any domestic violence or you should keep suffocating in a relationship when whole situation is over the brim. No, it’s not just. Rather, in lieu of hurting yourself everyday in every way, you should crack that thread. But still as far as your problem-solving skills can be applied please apply because Divorce is not the solution to a troubled marriage, it’s just a runaway, a remarkably bad one that blockages almost all future prospects. And it becomes the worst when your youngs are involved in it. Because ‘Divorce’ may seem a little word, but it brings drastic effects with it. The dreaded ‘D’ introduces a massive change into the life of a boy or girl no matter what the age. Though children and adolescent suffer differently, react differently, but they do suffer, they do react. Academically, financially, emotionally and psychologically, Divorce devasts their lives. Leaving aside some ordinary outcomes like crying, clinging, whining, bed-wetting, there are also some-not-so-ordinary ones that keep telling upon their lives. Dropping out school, poor school grades, less participation in extra-curricular activities, social withdrawal, irrational behavior, frequent frustration, increased inferiority complex, poverty-ridden life, addiction to drugs and alcohol, deviation from right path to name a few. However not every child of a divorced pair commits crime or drops out. In fact some do well in school and even become great achievers, but still we know that even these children experience deep and lasting trauma throughout their life.
        Daily absence of one parent while living with another is something that we intact couple’s children are unable to understand. Finite choices, emotional scars, pitying eyes and stark questions from friends and society are enough to tear them up inside. In addition to that, some children are burdened with the responsibilities of their parents while they are still in their growing ages. They feel forced to look after their mothers or fathers as the relationship breaks down. They have to be much responsible because one or both parents are not functioning well as a parent; …..And mean whilst they lose their childhood, they lose their adolescence, they lose their blessedness ……..they lose one major ingredient for life-making. The split leaves such a stigma that their virtues are suspected during their marriageable age, they are feared of being turned out like their separated parents, sometimes nicer marriage-proposals slip away from their hands and they have to adjust with it………….with almost everything. Each day rises to supply a new adjustment. Each moment happens only to enhance their single-parent's love-lorn life, their loneliness....and that loss of love in their parents' life really rips them apart. Even at the happiest moment (such as graduations, celebrations, marriages, child-birth) life itself reminds them of their loss, brings up the loss created by divorce.
     Though some are in support with step-parenting, but in true sense the impact of father or mother's loss is not likely to be diminished by the introduction of virtual parents. No one can replace biological mom & dad, .......and secondally not every step-parent is Yeh Hai Mohabbatein's Ishita. So parents should take a long pause before choosing divorce. While it may seem like a solution to you, its not an easy way out for your kids. In this time of 'quick divorces' believe in the magic of love and its power to heal even the greatest wounds. Don't let your differences breed and kill your relationship. Talk and resolve your issues. Be the first to forgive and forget.