Be A Writer

“….yea!”

“So what do you want me to become in life?”

“I want you to become a writer.”

“Writer?”

“Yes! Why not?”

“C’mon..! Do you think I’m a good writer who could write down on kinda dramatic story plots, anymore?”

“Yeah! Trust me. You’re good at it. But you don’t know how good you’re at it.”

“To my knowledge, a writer is someone who copies ideas from what he’s been observing from the infinite nature, regardless whether it’s true or not, and explain its meanings thoroughly with the help of any words which are entangled to his insights and fantasies to make it readable for others. Do you really think I’m good at it?”

“Yes! I do…”

“I don’t think I’m….. You know, it’s not that easy like you think.”

“Of course, it’s not that easy like you think. But it would easy for you. Don’t question me further. Can you do what I said? I really wish to see you as a writer. Think how would I feel to be known as your love- as a writer’s love.”

“…may I know why are you saying so?”

“I’m saying so because you know how to write about me. Our love. Our memories. Our feelings. Our emotions. Our experiences. Our life. You don’t lack any words to express it; you already know what you’ve to write down. Why’re you thinking too much then?”

“Are you asking me to pen down about us and get it published for attracting others to share our story? Did you actually mean it?”

“Nope! You’ve mistaken. I told that I want to see you as a writer and hence you must be…. Will you?”

“What if I say NO?”

“If you say NO, then it’s your decision. It wouldn’t change anything happening in between both of us. It doesn’t matter whether you become a writer or not. What does matter to me the most is your love on me. You would always remain as the wonderful hubby of mine.”

“You’re my sweetheart. And I know our life would be more happy if I become a writer for you. But I dare to write on anything other than you, My love. It’s just your thoughts in me that keeps me moving forward. It’s your love on me that makes me alive. You’re my Eve and I’m your Adam, who live to love for each other in our world. We have had faced a lot of topsy-turvy situations and overt chaos holding our hands together in life. Our bond of love still preserves a charisma of that same passion to be alive together. Die together. We’ve been like this…”

“…..lost in love for?”

“I don’t know, My love! But we haven’t shared our story to anybody else within this 49 years of succulent life. I want you and you want me always in our story to make it refreshing for our love to cherish till it ends on that final day of happiness, on our bed, crossing our hands together, kissing you, like I always do, staring at my innocent eyes and dream under our polar star’s sight”

“I love you”

“I love you more”

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She. He

She lies. Over me

I see. Another me

She cries. Eyes fade

I smile. Kisses shade

She thinks. Time stops

I wink. Word gasps

She writes. Ink’s chow

I read. Rhyme’s flow

She loves. My Owl

I love. Her soul

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In A Marina

As I stood there to exchange my thoughts,

In a peaceful marina, for a role-play

Together with the gigantic ocean,

Cunningly looking at me;

The cluttered waves ponder their feelings

That I unwillingly wish to listen to them.

A subtle confession reckoned my ears,

And afterward, a soul,

I’ve which has an ideal contrast

Of the other phase of my life;

The one I have yet to find extinct.

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The Vibrant Bliss

TheVibrantBliss
I stay in front of the door so long,

Waiting for my love to open it
With utmost eagerness and temper.
When she opens it in her new outfit,
I’m fully beyond the control
So that she can control me with her spells.
Her beautiful lips strikes on my sight,
And compels me for a passionate kiss.
Our hands crosses together in its flow,
Breath and feels like we’re in heaven.
Suddenly I notices the shyness she has,
But it disappears so magically
When I keenly look at her eyesights.

With every heaving, breathe
His tongue flickers for more
His every caressing touch gasps my soul,
His body trembles with every desire,
And My feelings are too strong to brawl.
I knew this wouldn’t be the last
A flame ignites in raging fire
Our passion rises in warmth
As my body quivers
As each beat quickens

As our moans whisper in night
You can feel me quiver
Wanting for more

She certainly kills me slowly with her love
But by taking in the whole breathe from a man,
With whom she had been sharing her dreams.
A moment where 2 souls crossing their fingers together,
And the glory of nakedness spreads all around them.
The strong bond of attraction on her makes me insane,
That too with a beautiful passion and love for my half part.
I linger and subdue the whole her,
Looking at the innocence in her vital body,
Gasps so strangely at the moment.
Our fingers and eyes crossed again,
But this time for a few more…!

Tonight, Oh my special one!
Like the cherry on cake
May your taste be on my lips,
May your touch yearn for more
You may lose control
But I want to feel your love
Like the way you utter
“You are mine “
Warming up to blazing fire
Lost in ardour of dance
Falling on his ardent arms
Like heaven unwrapped.
For he is mine
Now and forever
Our veracity of love-
That we are bonded with hearts
And that sensual kiss
That seals our minds in love!

PS: Once again, here is another romantic group blogging post that I did together with the girl with the scorpion tattoo, a brilliant blogger and a BDS student from Mangalore, India. Click here to find the person who had written the femine portion of this awesome composition, that too in a most romantic and loving way. We had already made one before, and hence we thought of sharing an update which can bring some additional random natural human feelings and emotions for the readers. Hope ya all will enjoy this. Have a good day. God bless. xoxo

The Dreaming Soul

As I got down from the Train
I saw so many new faces
Every person had a tale to share
Every person had something to tell
I stood there trapped in the lane
Looking to hold on to that
Which silently slipped again and again

I tried again, tried real hard..
But there was something that was not visible to my eye..
Something that I could feel was there.. Somewhere near..
It called me in many ways..
And I went among the crowd.. To a direction unknown..!

Finally, I found him there
With a completely new face
And a much better outfit.
He is not a kid anymore,
Though I loved the way he looked like.
It kept me standing there for a few seconds,
But with a hope to understand who am I?

There was something surreal about the reflection
I couldn’t pin what it meant
Was he a part of my inner soul
Or was I dreaming with open eyes
With so much to ponder
With so much to think
I got lost in the thoughts
As I forgot to blink

Several memories flashed by..
I didn’t know which one to relate..
I was lost in my own thoughts..
Lost in my own world..
When suddenly somebody pushed me accidently..
I got a little confused..
Coming to reality with a sudden knock..!

Gosh! Where the hell am I?
Either in a dreamy or real world?
What happened to me?
Where is my inner soul?
This was not an unexpected reality,
But a painful alarm I had been waiting for.
My identity was hidden behind his shadow.
Perhaps, this moment has a few more things to tell about myself.

PS: Another group blogging post I had written together with Shruti Fatehpuria (http://ashadeofpen.wordpress.com/) and Swati Jain (http://simplyswatij.wordpress.com/) from India, with whom I always do try to keep in touch whenever time permits. For me, these 2 girls were perfect strangers, but they already knew towards each other since their childhood onwards. Those who have been looking forward to read a number of heartfelt pieces of poetry and personal thoughts, please do stop by their blogs and have a fantastic reading time there. Have a great Sunday ahead for all of you. God bless. xoxo

Loneliness


When everyone laughs at him,

He stings at one corner of the room.

No one knows what happened to him,

How can he deal with it,

Nor the reason behind his edgy mood.

He is a little odd,

With a battered attitude,

Unsociable contacts with others,

And, hence, more shy today.

Even in this agonizing situation,

I personally do wish for a positive change for him.

Come on! This is the right time for your madness.

Don’t scream like a common man.

If you can,

Judge yourself for being a part of a strange world.