My Friendship

This book gently caresses the stronger you.  Amazon Paperback The Blurb: It's a saga of pain where my heart aches and my ink bleeds every unvoiced emotion of life. So much I kept unsaid yet revealed my heart in words. It's been after years of cocooning till I gathered the courage to ink every pain I felt as a girl, lady, a mother. At last as a woman... About the Author: Karandeep Kaur- writing under pen name 'Fiona Kaur', born and brought up in the city of Taj (Agra) in a middle class family. Studies as usual were burden to her, till she got introduced to Shakespeare in Grade 9. It was a twister for her- the creativity, the display of emotions, as if it was happening right around her- it was fascinating. In grade 11, the Great Expectations happened and she was in complete awe of Charles Dickens. These were two major turning points in her life, which made a book phobic student, a craver for words.  She traveled to many places like UK, Europe, D...

agile and remorse    the flow of twinge within tears refuse to cease  Heartbeats goes agile adrenalin rush of wild when I think of you Written For  September Heights - Day07 - P#166 - Agile

No matter how far you are to me you are in my heart! A sacred place  where my secrets lay hidden in verses and tunes locked deep within You have that key esoterically From the time when you played  those tunes of love for me lastly everyday I engrave those  musical tunes on sand In a hope to see them ameliorated by you But all I see them vanished away with  the shrieking waves rush erasing evidence of my love and patience  Still I believe to see one already engraved set of tunes  before I come the next day In search of The Key Of My Heart.

''That evening I asked you to meet me because I wanted to propose you and to continue my rest of the life with you but ... When I was waiting for you I met my college friend ,Rashi to whom I loved immensely from the very first day but never expressed my feelings for her just because she loved someone else that hurt me greatly. I tried hard to forget her but still my love is as live as before somewhere deep in my heart and that day when we met again I couldn't control myself and told her how much I love her and it was a matter of surprise for me that someone else to whom she loved was ' ME'   he uttered with a zeal and turned his face away with hesitation.She was in tears. Listen, I know its a kind of shock for you. I don't think it would hurt you greatly at all. We just met 2 years back and I would not provoke you to be as just a friend. I am in engage relationship with her now. So, its better for you to forget me , our love and please its a kind request ...

Words in silence she wrote with the drops of water to make him read her heart but the shrieking waves splashed over those bubble lived words as the distances between them thrashed over scars of her heart once again! For How Long? And she was again lost in her obsessed obscure reverie.

Day 1 – February 1st – Theme: Freestyle Concealed pain within  rushing into vein and soul   blurring way I opt

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 .. Galvan...

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 ?

I n this beautiful rain my heart wants to forget it's pain and to let enter the shimmering pearls into my vein, Closing my eyes with an open heart and open arms I'm welcoming this beautiful rain to grasp it tightly within... In an optimism that it will ameliorate my sored heart and shattered dreams; Oh rain , I wish you come again and again; You pleases to my soul and makes me realize my fowl,  Though the drizzle makes vociferous sound but it assures me that you are coming to the ground! The hue of rainbow makes me feel the delight ; enlighten my hopes and the way of destiny's bright. In this beautiful rain my heart wants to forget it's pain and to let enter the shimmering pearls into my vein. Wet soil's fragrance enhancing my sensation more eternally ; I want to dance in this graceful rain and won't break this amicable chain, You are the one who heal up my pain; You are the one who pleases to my vein, Come rain again and again and heal up my broken heart and ...