Why its still Connected?

Minutes, hours, days have passed, an year .

A full circle of pain I am about to live again.

Like Fragrance of dried rose petals, gifted by you.

Your memories come to with tiptoe.

How can I break the bond, the soulful one we shared?

The little things that you did, still bind me to you.

My love!

You still bind me to you, my love!

Flashes of memories, hitting so hard.

Gorging away my peace. 

The memory of your finger tips, tiptoeing to mine.

The soothing touch, entangling mine.

The warmth of your embrace, beneath the sheen of the cold moonlight.

The lovely words of never letting me go apart.

Rings in my ears, aching shrill noise.

Camouflaging the laughter all around.

When things are over for you, then why you still bind me to you?

Like cupid's invisible thread you make me cling to you.

Let me loose of this pain! Please I beg.

Life is no less than a living hell!

I close my eyes to run away from the fear, of being alone.

Makes me see your sparkling eyes.

Sleep is also cursed as it take me to you.

Your ignorance like nightmares makes me shout, late night.

Do you feel the same as I do? My love!

Like a wizard you have spellbound me in a dungeon.

Its floor bedded with roses, yet thorns to my feet.

You so far away from my reach.

Like a captive I am now.

Chained in your ignorant love.

An ever growing frustration its now, that how could you leave?

Were all the ties meant to be held by me? Not you?

With chords that can never be wearied.

You still bind me to you. My love!

Why do you still bind me to you? Let me loose now.

Or return back to me? I plead!

P.S. A frustration at time lost love ties it is because you want to forget but the little things that they did for you, made you feel special at the time hold you back from hating them.


Shared with Romantic Friday Writers. 

You Hide That Sorrow

Cradled in her mum's lap, a short while.
Muddled up in her parents separation.
With a painful struggled childhood she had.
But yet dreams in her eyes.


A diva in her own sense.
Beauty in her to the brim.
Laughter hides her sorrows and past.
Lipstick red her smile.


Like every girl her aspirations were high.
A family and love is what she ever dreamed of .
The voids of childhood to be filled with some mirth.
Was her only desire.


She fell in love once, twice, thrice.
But never were they true to suffice.
Exploited was her naive beauty .
Sanctity of a women's soul sacrificed.


Bruises on her soul, tears rolled down her eyes.
Yet she bore that Lipstick red stretched.
To hold her poise.
With every blow she learned to smile.


Setting an example of "Beauty with Strength"
Boldness in her own sense.
Her rouge of struggled life never faded.
Still a STAR, Sparkling in the Night sky.




P.S.: years ago i came across a biography of Marilyn Monroe, a struggled childhood, prey of this male dominated society, her beauty exploited. what she ever wanted was a happy family and a little child, the love she was derived to be completed by someone special.


many women like her wish for love and affection, but unlike the lucky ones and like her few are left deprived, a prey to male's lust.


This is a dedication to the Diva.

Shared with Magpie Tales: Mag 97 and with Poets United: Poetry Pantry 81.

Winter Rekindling

It’s a bright sunny morning of a cool breezy winter.

Chirpy birds, flocking their colorful hues.

With their little mellow beaks they tickle each other.

Frosty dews sprinkled on grass are what they nipping.

Along with me is this beauty, full of life and merry.

And along is you, my blessing is what I count.

Holding hands with fingers locked, we strole.

The wind blows, along with bringing some mirth.

We halt beneath the shadow of this huge tree.

Spreading its branches like tentacles of cupid’s magic.

You pull me close, I try to shy away.

But your grip is tight, yet soft is its touch.

You caress my lips with your finger tips.

Then your lips meet mine, dewy warm its touch feels.

With Goosebumps of nervousness I try to free myself.

But you lift me high, in your arms feathered with love.

High up with the wings of your love I fly.

I slide down slowly on ground, from the height.

Happiness deepens, as dimples they reflect on my cheeks.

A naughty glow on your face is what I foresee.

You make me sit besides on the shimmering silvery grass.

Hugging me in a warm embrace, like never let me go.

With your exhale scent my neck, softly it tickles.
Dreamy I feel in your scented love.

I play with your hair, slight curls are they.

I blow your lashes, your eyebrows twitch grows.

Together we lay in each other’s arms.

With the winds feather your face with my locks.

It’s growing cold, but with you I find inner warmth.

A forever kindling spark of our romance and love.

Which you promised to never let it die.

And which I promise to always let be ignited in my soul.

Lost and Found People

Sitting in my niche.

I come across this bubbles of thoughts.

Few are rainbowed and few seem to burst into mere water.

These bubbles are lost and found people of my life.

At random I come across the figure,

Of my tuition teacher, Building up in my mind.

A man of substance, a genius, a bundle of positive vibes.

His cigarette smoke swirling up in the sky.

Blurred and suddenly appears my childhood friend.

Bubbly-chubby and gracefully stupid in her own sense.

Gay is her smile, with joy in her very style.

She whisks, she dances and gone is she.

Through the mist of the wispy thoughts arise,

Is a fatherly guy, my dad is he.

Stout, managerial and humble.

With loads of love he has for me in a bundle.

Accompanying with him is this pretty woman,

Delicate smile yet strict eyes.

Keeping a continuous watch on me,

Seeing her daughter grow to feminism, my mother is she.

Lost in the words of thoughts I come across a poet,

Waveringly curly are her locks.

She seems to guide in my poetic thoughts.

Words are her wings, with rhythm she flies.

Thinking and muddled in my thoughts suddenly my phone rings.

Hello says a handsome voice.

He is a person who was lost and found by me later.

A friend to rely upon is always with a smile.

Smiling I suddenly fall so low.

Tears start sprouting in my eyes.

It’s the turn of my love, my man.

A tall handsome figure seems to walk out of the smoky thoughts.

I feel lifted in his arms.

Strong are they with a so delicate in touch.

With soft whispering tone are said those three words.

And then with a gush of cold air he is gone.

Knelt down I am, my arms in reach of him.

I try to shout, my voice doesn’t seem to stumble out.

He is a person who was found and I lost now.

In the darkest nightmares of my thoughts.

Regaining, I come across this lovely woman.

She is independent, blunt yet soft at heart.

A woman whose existence is there in my life though she is yet not found,

She is my loves mother, god’s creation she is named.

Carried on is one of my, used to be a special friend.

My loyalty was true to her, but yet she lied.

With every lie she said, our relation threaded.

Deep scars and wounds she has left, yet a friendly heart wants to see her smile.

Twisting and turning, bumping with each bubble.

I am hit upon this little bubble.

She wants to grow, out of the clutches of her misery.

With the wings of joy she wants to fly.

She comes and nibbles my mind.

And whispers, hey do you recognize me?

It’s me, your soul whom you have buried.

Release me out, let me breathe laughter.

She sits next to me, holds my cheeks in her palm.

Deep are her sad teary eyes, yet lips with a smile.

She gazes at me for a while.

And then speaks out in a mellow.

“You have found and lost people,

Lost and found them again.”

Life is all about discovering then why do you cry?”

Whoosh she leaves me with this thought.

"That amongst these found and lost, lost and found, people. Have I lost myself? Or am I yet to find who am I?"

Awaiting

I gaze at the horizon, the orange ball drowning in the blue.

The gulls on their flight,

Off to their nest, back to their love.

The ships sail off to their destination,

With aspirations and desires in the passengers.

Like brown blog they float and dissolve slowly at the fine blue line.

I stand there like a marble statue,

Engraved with the wait of your return.

Months have passed by you sailed in the blue.

Leaving me behind on the stony shore.

My feet have paralyzed,

My heart is growing stone old.

With every sail passing by I long to see you.

But gone are you so far from me, my love.

My hands are so meek to reach out for you.

Red satin wavering in the salty breeze,

Oozing out from my cut wounds.

The depth of which is growing with time like a gangrene,

A hole growing in my heart.

The salty breeze precipitates salt on my cheeks,

But, it mingles well with my lingering pain.

The pain of your ignorance,

I tried to stop, I begged but you were gone.

Sailed off from the shore of my heart, in to the misty morose of the blue.

Here I am standing still there like a women who can’t be moved,

Stone-cold to her inner core.

The breeze is still the same, the soothing lash.

In its moistly tamed touch which lingers to my cheek,

Accompanying the salty tears of mine.

Flowing in unity down the time rugged open wounds of mine.

I am still in wait for you,

Though my eyes seems to give up as it dint lash even once.

Since time you kissed them last.

My lips have dried, in the thirst of you touch.

Here I stand alone awaiting for you to return.

Dock back to the shores of my heart.

Until the blue keeps spattering me,

With the droplets of time filled memories of ours.

Giving me hopes to survive until you return.

Total words:327; FCA

This poem has been shared with "Bluebell Books:Short stories" ,
Also shared with Romantic Friday Writers under the theme "Heart Stopper".

They are my most precious Gifts

MY BELIEF

The most wonderful of all things in life, i believe is the discovery of another human being with whom one's relationship has a growing depth, beauty and joy. As the years increase the inner progressiveness of love between two human beings is a most marvelous thing, it can not be found by looking for it or by passionately wishing for it.
It is a sort of divine accident and the most wonderful of all thin in life.

YOU WITH ME

Every time we are together it becomes a celebration for me as that is the time when i can be myself and can share all my thoughts with you and you have made me understand that its not just about loving but to understand ans support each other in every phase of life.

You made me understand the true meaning of love, a love that is so special to me because i share it with you.

MY APOLOGY

I dint mean to hurt your feelings,

I said many things i wasn't willing.

By these lines i hope i can reconcile you,

But for the offence i have done the punishment is due.

In rage I lost control on my mind,

I know you will forgive me because your heart is kind.

WRITTEN ART OF LOVE 

 

Spoken words alone can't express the love I have for you,

The written art of love is what convinces myself,

That you are the one for me.

As I gaze into your eyes,

With every moment of your listless ways.

The warmth of your heart,

I believe that love was once a fable,

Configured in mind, planted by others.

Then there was you, like a flower in bloom,

What a dream come true.

There are at times when you make me happy,

There are at times when you make me blue,

But what is even worse is when i do not get to see you.

FEELING DIVINE WITH YOU

Come closer to me, my love.

I want your heart next to mine.

Hold me close in a warm ebrace.

You caresess my face with your fingertips,

Then slowly our lips meet mine.

I can feel those exotic erotic feelings,

They feel, so simply divine.

Come closer my love,

I have so much love to give.

Want to keep sharing it with you,

As long as we both shall live.

Why My Melody Was So Chocolaty

This post written in lilac because this was truly 'girly thinking' going in her head when she was chatting with her friend whom she had a huge crush and she somewhere knew that he too felt the same for her.


she was having a chat through text messages and along with it she was watching the Movie "The Notebook".
The messages goes this way. Where Preppie is a cute chocolaty boy who is tall fair and handsome and a bid introvert and Petal is a stubborn yet sensitive, extrovert girl short height-ed.


Preppie: hey you finished with your dinner?


Petal(with anxiety): hi! ya ummm well finished with my dinner and doing nothing much except watching a movie called "The Notebook".


Preppie: oh! you girls.


Petal(with false anger): whats so there to tell "oh all we girls?"


Preppie(flirting): ummm nothing.


Petal(aghast): what?? :-o


Preppie(shy): nothing. hey can i ask you something?? will you reply me truly??


Petal(expecting to be proposed now. heart beat so fast passing up and down a staircase): ya say?? what you wanna ask??


Preppie(teasingly): why is the chocolate "MELODY" so chocolaty. :-P


Petal(tearing off her hair.angry and depressed of not being asked the quetion she had been waiting for months): well i don't know(snappy). may be it has two layered chocolate coating. :(


Preppie( happy to tease the girl he loves and now getting serious to ask her about the question he always wanted to put forward to his lady love): okkkiesss.....huh! can i ask you something more???


Petal( upset and not expecting anything more than a prank): ya telllll....


Preppie(nervous): Petal! do you love me??? :)


Petal( excited, happy and nervous): ummm.....how would it matter??


Preppie(nervous): you tell me.. just tell me...matters a lot to me...


Petal(shy): ya i do...


Preppie(happy): Petal! even i love you....now and will always do forever...
so are we a couple now??? please???


Petal( wants to say yes but gets her chance to tease him): umm....look i really don't know...i have a huge friend circle of boys...i don't want a possessive boyfriend....and moreover i did try hard drinks and i am a non-vegetarian and you a vegetarian...


Preppie( sad but not giving u hope): i know you have a huge friend circle of boys and i won't be possessive. i love you and trust you and have complete faith in you....and you just tried hard drinks you aren't addicted :D....and i am a vegetarian, not my family....you will surely fit into it....and wont have offending dinner...:-P


Petal(teasingly): well i need time you see.....


Preppie(sad and hopefully expecting a yes but then confused): fine....:/


Petal(sleepless): goodnight..


Preppie:Goodnight to you too....:-*


This whole incident took place around 10:55pm to 11:30pm....
Now its 3:30am...Petal is awake thinking what to do.she knows she will say him yes but should she make him wait and tease him or should she simply say a yes and give him peace to his anxiety.


Petal(shy and super happy): errr......Its a "YES"....you may feel peaceful about me having many male friends but i am going to be a possessive lover for sure...ready to live with it??


Preppie(aghast to find her awake and all so happy): Petal you dint sleep yet..???


Petal: as if you did....dumbo....and i said a yes respond dude??? :-o :-(


Preppie(happy to have his lady love in his life): yes baby i am so happy.....i love you my life...and i think had you said me a no it i would have been all so incomplete without you....i love you:-*


Petal( shy and in tears): oh! i love you too... :'-)


Preppie(surprised to feel her cry and happy too): hey baby don't cry...they aren't meant to be wet by salty tears...they are meant to be kissed by me...your deep eyes...:) :-* now go to bed my love...i don't want to see dark circles underneath the pretty eyes of my love.....goodnight baby...:-* from today i guess you gonna dream about only..me...:-P


Petal(smiling): dumbo its not just today i will dream...i have been dreaming of you since i understood you...:-*Goodnight...:) :-*


Preppie: goodnight my lady love...:-*




This is how she found him as the new horizon of her life.The soul support she always wanted.The love of her life, the one who would wipe away her tears perhaps never let her cry.Will always make her smile and take away all her her pain.
The one who would complete her.


I hope you enjoyed this short love story.May be i am a narrator here but i felt this to the core of my heart..;-)






This story has been shared with "Romantic Friday Writers" under the theme "new horizons".

Total words:625; FCA
P.S.: The idea of the name Preppie is from the book "LOVE STORY".And this was the name by which Petal used to call him.