My Friendship

She was strong, thoughtful and independent lady. A professor of English. She was not an introvert but that compromise she did four years before ,her marriage lead her to be sequester rather to be open. She was not happy with the man she was engaged. In four years of their married life they never discoursed anything between like normal husband -wife ,never tried to know each other either. Both of them were financially independent. They were still stranger to each other.  One Sunday morning,when her husband was out for his customary jogging, there was a knock at the door. A letter with a label addressing her Smita. She thought it would be from institution and kept it on the table to read it after completing her household work but then the telephone bell rang up. Hello! Hi Smita ,I'm...  (from the other side) A well know voice ,she apprehends and utter surprisingly, '' Is it you Rahul?''  Wow! How are you? You know how much I missed you .. Galvanized Smita I&

Eyes are the reflection of heart… But what should I do when no one can read the bursting pain within my eyes? Actions are the reflection of thoughts… But what should I do when no one understands the depth within my thoughts? Smile is a sign of unsaid words… But what should I do when no one recognize that false smile I wear all the day? To help the needy is equal to feeding the almighty… But what should I do when people stay away giving a name of privacy? Kindness is the beauty of heart… But what should I do when people name my kindness as dual persona? Living in solitary ends up with a feeling of lost… But what should I do when I have nothing except the loneliness ?

कविता कुंठा है , Poem is frustration संवेदना का अक्स है, A reflection of feelings सूखे रक्त की स्याही है, Ink of dried blood कविता उदगार है , Eruption of heart  जीवन की तस्वीर है , Image of life व्यक्ति की अभिव्यक्ति है , Person's expressions कविता जुनून है , Poetry is passion भावनाओं का कुंज, Feelings of the arbor  कवी की उपाधि है l  Is the title of poet मेरी प्यारी दादी जी द्वारा - स्वर्ण कौर  From my lovely Grand ma - Swarn Kaur 

Post Written for the Romantic Friday Writers Challenge- 27  It was about couple of days before they were together embracing each-other with belief .For when, they stayed together no matter what's the day and night. They were friends since their childhood. How does the time flied they never realized .At tender age, words never mean a lot to her but very soon she come to know, words are the reflection of heart and feelings so every word was encountered by her now even after knowing his humorous nature she couldn't tolerate his bantering because she started loving him and he accommodated a special place in her fragile heart. She thought to let this reality within her and to let him read her eyes flowing love with every glimpse. But a little misunderstanding that bubble love diffused. Those few words spoken in few seconds broke a relationship continuing since their childhood. There has been not a single day that they stayed away from each other but today their lives wer

ओ भविष्य  तेरे गर्भ में मनुष्य की नियत है  O  the future man in your womb is assigned  तुम्हारे अंधकूप में उसके पलों की विरासत है  The legacy of his moments  is your ambiguity हर्ष विषाद के अनिश्चित पल भी  Uncertain moments of great sadness सुख दुःख की सुबह और शाम भी  Sorrows and happiness of morning and evening  चढ़ते उतरते जीवन के  पड़ाव भी  Also the climb and descending stages of life और अचुड आशा का दीप भी  And the lamp of hope still gleams तुमसे अभिज्ञ उछाह से भरा जीवन सफ़र भी  From you the festivity full of perspicacious life ...a journey कब किस पल मन का क्या होगा उसकी अचेतना भी  What will happen when the moment when his subconscious mind will assault with uncertain हे अदृश्यमान अरुपित अविचल तुम मानव की स्वर्णिम अभिलाषा हो  O invisible faltering desire you are man's gold   अनंत सपनो की तुम प्रभूतमयी  तृषा हो Infinite dreams you are नव शेशव की तुम अभिनव दिशा हो  Your are new direction of innovation of fantasy कर्म गति की तुम ही परिणीता हो  You are the t

That was just a meet, His smile and hearty greet, Together with his humorous talks and a little walk, Once again opened my heart's lock! The peacefulness within me turned to perky, Darkness within was now replace by lucidity, His presence ruined the emptiness with the ample of care and love.. I believe now time changes everything! As it changed the strings of my heart from a woeful ballad to beautiful tunes, He never left me alone in my thoughts! But do really was he still walking along with me? While an instant loiter glance my lingering steps stepped off pebble with a jerk! And I razed in his protective arms, But that was a road where I fell down helplessly... He was no where now, I was left there so lonely with turmoil thoughts... That was the moment I realized that he was in my imagination! His last word ''Adieu'' echoed in my ears again and again, A tear trickled down from my eyes as

Withering blossom Awaiting for the cool sensational touch of silver dotted threads of heaven  To make them pure and refreshing once again Such is your love! Come and quench the thirst of my heart Season has been changed by the time of spring, Replenishment of leaves sprouts and blossoms renewed... Such is your love! Come and overwhelm my broken heart Trees are standing still and calm Waiting for the breeze to hold them  And pass by to let them dance and reflexive -repulsive rejoice Such is your love! Come and embrace me tightly in your arms I need you and your love This huge world seems to be have failures and full of hurdles But it runs on hope that even enlighten the dark pathway Such is your love! Come and re-fill this hopeless lover's black heart to  pink loving heart  once again Oh my love! I still remember that Conversation we had in silence Preaching each other’s unsaid words Those fast heartbeats Warmth of your touch with caress Our meeting lips to quench the thirs

I 'm sharing here so late almost after 3 months about my so special gift I received from my Special One, Saravana !. There was a Grand Patriotic Poetry Contest   organised by dear friend Mohinee. In this contest I submitted my Sweet Granny's poem   हित अपने देश का  . And when the final result declared me and my granny started dancing with excitement because her poem was selected the best by Someone Is Special ! And then I lived that moment brought happiness to her. I saw something that I'd never seen before ..tears in her eyes! But they were of joy, excitement and satisfaction. She has been writing poetry from so many years but they were compiled in a diary with no reader until I publish them on my blog. But now she has great talented readers here so she get so eager to make me post them as soon as possible.   All of yours appreciating and encouraging words have made her to pen down poetry again she skipped years before! I want to give a big thanks to Mohinee for or

It was a Sunday afternoon.Lara was doing painting.The cell phone beeped,the screen flashed as ''Message received from Rhea''. Hey Lara, What are you doing? She quickly replied her ,''I'm making a girl's sillihoute ..What are you doing?'' After 2 minutes again Lara received a message from Rhea, ''I'm selecting a dress for tonight's party..Aren't you joining us?''. Lara replied her while holding the paint brush in her hand , ''Yes, Of course I'm coming..'Lara loves parties and parties loves Lara ' , Well I'm gonna be the show stopper tonight'' . She teased Rhea. Again she resume to complete her sillihoute. Suddenly the door bell rang..She chuckles ''Who's this now?'' keeping the paint brush besides the canvas she briskly walked towards the door. She get so happy to see the man from laundry holding her most prestigious and beautiful dress. It was a sea green colored

Thank you  Thursday Poet Rally   for honoring me with  Perfect Poet Award    Stagnant perspex Glistening dark Savoring spark Muttering musing  Thought of New Day New Hope Surrendered mistake A promise to remake the break Stardom to ponder with elegance and ahead way

The beauty of hairs Attracts and capture the attention of every stare, But it is hard to nourish and to give proper care Busy schedule and outings makes them dull and shiny rare, My beauty is evading away... I'm aware! Nothing is with me that can sooth me or do fair justice with my thin hairs Then I recapitulated the famous saying:  ''Love is a two way street: Love your hair and it loves you back'' Searching all around I found the trustworthy Dove, I pampered my hairs and said, don’t worry now it's Dove for you to love, And the day I started this beautiful journey of Dove's Love, I found a brand new day waiting for me to see my true colors of pulchritude  Embraced me within its charm and defined me with a unique personality! Restoring the softness It nourished my dry hairs, Now my hairs fall very rare, They can feel the fresh air, Dove lengthen my hairs  With eternal shine and strength  Though I don't have much time for my hairs But having Dove alo

Thursday Challenge Week #78 The theme this week is  “POWER” An acrostic is a type of poetry where the first letters of each line spell out the theme of the poem (in this case, POWER).P oem of 5 lines, with 5 words in each line. P erky heart with soft spark, O verwhelm the pain of rejection, W onder others by fighting reality, E xtraordinary decision and thoughts prejudice, R eaping germinated crop of unity. 

Welcome to the Romantic Friday Writing Challenge, started and hosted by L'Aussie Denise and Francine Howarth, where participants share their own 300-400-word text on a given theme & current theme is Haunting! and here it comes.......... Hey Shirley, I turned back with a broad grin on my face sensing the voice well known...It was Jemmy, my forever love. Seeing him I forget the heartache groaning within me. I hugged him tightly to feel secure within his arms. He sensed the pain reflecting through my eyes and asked ''Is everything OK, Shirley?'' No, I've called you here to tell you something that is disturbing me from so long. He stared me with confused glimpse and asked with worry...What's that? ''Honey, I'm getting anonymous letters from 2 weeks and all is about our love. That person don't want to see us together and so that someone is sending me warning letters to leave you forever otherwise you'll be killed''