Let the Words Get Freedom & Thoughts a Stage
the silence, the loneliness, the poems of mine all're same all're wired. Even if I try writing a love poem I'll write on the warmth the bed holds after love; I'll write dryness of mouth not the taste of lips. vacant, long, blank, they're my moxie, they're my alias. bear with me readers. I write, … Continue reading Confession of a Poet
--1-- Twenty-nine... This street knows me very well; has seen me grown up. This street had taught me to cross the road and to learn varied car brands. This street is what I adore; where I walk lorn when I need a shelter from all humdrum. --2-- The school that I had studied is not … Continue reading 29 (A Birthday Post)
Hmmm....I want to say few things...actually, two....so let start it... Last few weeks, I had been nominated for two awards--one was Cramm Award by The Flittering Soul and another Versatile Blogger Award (I had lost the track who had nominated me for this). I had thought many words, many comments to write the acceptance … Continue reading Award Free & Guest Post
Sometimes we cannot feel self...we question self...
Sequel to Chocolat The drop of chocolate on your cupid bow is enchanting as if dew has dropped on grass-- In an autumn morning and the sun glistening on it... But, I'll not make the move unless you order me my priestess; please recite the words To be close to you, to coagulate me … Continue reading Chocolat II: Summon & Plea
Daily Prompt: Solitary After a time a Haiku I wrote... cloud sail star sea moon smile solitary diamond shine maiden tremble Anamika means Ring Finger. Can't resist to write on the today's prompt
The night unfurling silence As the beast tore off clothes Of its victim to be satiated; As the husband made love From his right to his bride. I saw it, at this moment, Sitting at my southern window. I asked being scared curious Of its identity. It sipped the breath hardly As a baby breathe … Continue reading Hemlock
Lieng in the dark thinking jigsaw The swirling winding road beckoning me It leads to some where, actually, no where except to you. Can we remain awake tonight? Can I just put my head on your bosom? For the night sake can you just leave your husband? Can you rub the norms off elders dictate? … Continue reading Sometimes Midnight
