Series of Micropoetry-VIII

I

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Her glance

Led the world

Into a trance

Fleeting moments

When all were absorbed

In a divine romance

II

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The incense

Of his words

Fill her heart

With the fragrance

Of the poet

Well versed


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This was dated 7/1/2015. Publishing today - 25/7/2020.

Series of Micropoetry-VII

I

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meandering

hither and thither

to flow

by the flat plains

of desires meagre

II

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His voice calls out to me

Makes me despair

Am I at the altar

Losing myself

Without a care 

III

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Those same wolf eyes

That looked for blood

And found peace


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This was dated 7/1/2015. Publishing today - 25/7/2020.

You and I

You and I,
Have been one,
Since I don't know,
When.

You and I,
Have been We,
Since Immemorial
Time.

Lets hold hands
And brave
The sands.
The winds.
The tides.

Lets cross the seas
Scale the heights
Of ecstasy.

And become
Complete,
As one
Entity.

For now
And forever
One,
In dreams,
And reality....

Source: http://titaniumwarrior.deviantart.com/art/Just-You-and-I-119624782

Utkalamrita : #OneThingForLove

If you could do one thing for someone or something that you love, what would it be and why? #OneThingForLove

 

I love Odisha. This state has the best of everything- beaches, waterfalls, wildlife, minerals, heritage, history, art, architecture, music, dance, food, clothes- yet remains a backward, poverty-stricken state. History records how Odias have been the most enterprising traders and sailors, going as far as Bali and Sri Lanka to trade before Ashoka's time (3rd Century BC). That's why 'Bali Jatra' is celebrated to this day during Karthik Purnima in November. Yet after Ashoka's war and subsequently over centuries, Odisha then known as 'Kalinga' or 'Utkala' (Land of Utkarsha Kala or Exquisite Arts) started declining. Subservience took over, leaving enterprise behind. 

 

Courtesy

5 Ways to Manao* your Special Someone!

Sometimes a "sorry" is not enough... Then what is? #sorry

 

Right. "Sorry" is an ubiquitous and taken-for-granted word. Unless you back it up with some heartfelt action, you have no chance to win the other's heart.

So what are my five big ideas to achieve more than the effect of 'sorry' and indeed mend every crack in the relationship?! Here they go:

SURPRISES 

 

Hearts Tweet, Kiss: Micropoetry

I

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Hearts melt

Hearts meet

Angelic

Divine

Hearts tweet

II

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Overclouded

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 50; the fiftieth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. In association with ​Soulmates: Love without ownership by Vinit K Bansal. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton.

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I

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And then I could see him no more.

Just me in the mist, on the mountain top. Around me, as I blindly moved my hands, I could feel nothing.

Just dampness.

I was overclouded.

I feared this day.

That I would look for him.

And he would not be there.

Secure Pearls

I miss you,

Your care,

Your smile,

Your love,

Your warmth,

Your softness,

I miss you so much that ,

Learnings

A new day,

New hopes,

New feelings,

New learnings.

Open your eyes,

From the dark,

To the light.

Look forward to the day,

With cheer-

With the abandon of a bird,

The passion of a conqueror,

The innocence of a child,

The engagement of a soldier.

Just about Finding Fanny

Finding Fanny is a movie released yesterday starring five great Indian actors. It is about a quest for Love. A quest for your Self really. A mad ride of five people in a vintage car to look for the beloved of one of them. How their lives get enmeshed deeper, how they face their long-buried tragedies after their car's petrol gets over, how they find refined versions of themselves, starting from the small village of Pokoli in Goa, can be seen from the movie. One of the five, Angie (Deepika Padukone) is the narrator and tells us not to 'find Pokoli' coz we won't even get it- it's such a small non-descript village! Still I tried using 'Google Guru'- and found it looks like name of a hispanic video game...:P...with an image like this:

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Well, so it IS a fictional village, yet so real as the movie portrays it! And of course, the controversy surrounding the use of the word 'fanny'. 'What's in a name?' Shakespeare said. And I say- it's artistic freedom. Glad the Court held this verdict too!

Stefanie 'Fanny' Fernandes is a girl Fernando loved 46 years ago and still loves- he's still in a time warp- seeing her exactly the same way in his thoughts and dreams.

Puppy Love

A funny thing happened on my way to school- a fluffy puppy came yelping and squealing to me!

I could not resist myself from picking up the cute thing and caressing it lovingly!

Sometime later, as I continued to play and jump with the sweet pup, I saw a litter of fluffy puppies coming...towards me!

They looked anxious, yet were fearless- in search of their missing brother.

He and Me

I was angry and sad. Just because I had not given his favourite office shirt and pant for ironing, he screamed his lungs out at me.

And then he thundered that he won't have his bread and butter, with steaming hot omlette which I had kept on the dining table.

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He simply wore his socks and shoes and left hurriedly in his car ...without kissing me goodbye.

I was so dejected and annoyed- at myself, at him. At myself more than at him. What right did I have to give him a bad day at office?

I took out a paper and pen and started writing. Furiously. Crazily. It was the only way to keep myself sane.

I don't know exactly for how long I wrote, but then probably after fifteen minutes I heard his car screech to a halt.

Go Further To Get Closer

I asked God, "How far do I have to go to look for him and be close to him? After all, in a way, the whole world - now twenty-five strong countries...are looking for him...."

God said- "You have to go till the end of the world for him...."

Amazed and confused I said- "But I don't know where is that..."

With eyes shining like a billion stars, God said- "So find out...."

Blogging

Blogging is an expression- of the depths of our souls. My blog is like my closed empty room- where I shout. I scream. And the echoes come back to me. But wait…isn’t that so boring? Hearing your own echoes all the time…? So no. That’s why the room was made with large windows and doors so my voice reached out to all who were near and far. Best thing is many of them cared to respond back, to tell me I am not alone, to make me feel that we are all together- in this roller coaster ride called Life.

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Sharing My Most Loved Blogs!

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I love so many blogs and want to share each of them with the world for which a series of such *share the love* blog posts by me will be needed! Starting off with sharing the awesome ones given below!

Love is in the Air...and in the Sand! :)

Do you know about "The International Sand Art Festival" organised by Odisha Tourism every December by the golden sands of Chandrabhaga Beach in Konark, Odisha?! In case you do not know, please read my previous post in which I relive my enchanting experience of this unique festival.

On the day I visited there, amongst the exquisite thirty sand-art exhibits, I encountered a beautiful sand-art by a French Sand Artist. 

Let me tell you at the outset that I've always associated France with Romance! What with the French Kiss and all that! And Paris is the City Of Love after all!

So, I was not at all surprised to see the theme of the French artist's sand-sculpture! It was L-O-V-E all the way!

Little did she Know-2

On Valentine’s Day eve, Sneha was busy selecting a heart-touching card and an apt gift in the giftshop for Akash, her soulmate of two years, to surprise him when they met. She narrowed down on a heart-shaped crystal showpiece.

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Love

Feeling particularly drained after office that day, Seema retrieved her old books and Oxford English dictionary gifted to her in Class VII by her father, to soothe her taxed mind.

As she opened the dictionary, out tumbled a most-touching love note written to her during school-days for the first time in her life, by Avinash, who now was the leader of a prominent new political party of the state.

She had lost touch with him and was smiling due to the train of happy thoughts in reminiscence, when the doorbell rang.

I don't know what U mean,

I think U mean U'll miss me.

OK, but don't be bitter,

It's separation- only of physicality.

Transcend the stars,

Go beyond the sky,

Beyond the edge of the Universe,

And all other Universes....

And U will know-

What 'tween us for ever was,

Forever is....

For you

What had you thought?
That you could raise a tempest in me,
And then disappear?
That you could once lend your shoulder,
To dry my tears?
That you could create a sweet turmoil,
And make me your dear?
That you could give me all the happiness,
And evict all my fears?

That you could fight anytime with me,
And consequences I would bear?
That you would stay far away from me,
And expect me to be near?

Sorry, that's not done.
I'm free, independent.
I'm not the Doll you want me to be,
Neither the Trophy your world wants to see.

I won't leave my entire world,
Just to be in yours.
I won't give you my soul,
Just for the claim of 'love'.