Friendship

I was not satisfied with the First poem that I wrote here. A few thought, I felt were unexpressed. So, I wrote a new one and this time, tried to follow a Monorhyme form too. Hope you like both the poems.

Feelings so deep
Real they are
I want you to know.
Every step I take
Nears me to you,
Deciphers your thoughts
Silently, my love!
Hope you’ll stay
In all the storms of life
Pleased and by my side!

...=(ôö^ò^öô)=...

Forever and a day
Rule my heart, if you may
In every possible way.
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Eager to know what you’ll say
Needless to allay!
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Don’t go away.
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Silly it sounds, but hey
Hear am I to you, all the way
I love you, and again I say
Pal, please stay!

Written as prompted in Acrostic Only (Friendship)
Also linked to: Monday Poetry Train Revisited #22

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Contract

The Email:
Dear Miss Swarnalatika,

Hope this finds you in good mood. I am writing this in regards with the contract that we both have signed a couple of years ago. Hope you remember all the terms and conditions in the contract; I guess you do. Well, this email is to re-mention that the contract is over now and I am sure we do not want to renew the same. So, here I call off the contract. I have paid you enough, in fact more than what was decided upon. Hope you have no grudges (at least) on that now.

Well, it was a wonderful year and I enjoyed your company a lot. Wish I could tell the same about you. You can tell about that better. Your dedication towards your job was admirable and enviable.

I wish to take this opportunity to thank you for your commitment and the level of tolerance and patience that you showed while you were alongside.

Wishing you all the best for your future,

Mr. Rashaal


The Reply:
Respectable Mr. Rashaal,

Thank you for your email. I was about to write about the contract myself, but I did not get enough time these days. Also, I was not sure if we will renew the contract. To tell you the truth, I always felt that you will want to renew the contract yourself, but then, even with the amount of devotion, loyalty and affection that I have shown during the period (that you have also mentioned in your email about), I could not make a niche for myself in your heart. I feel I was always a contracted worker to you; more after receiving your email. Thanks for opening my eyes.

Yes, I enjoyed your company too. I wanted to thank you for that too – for choosing me to be in your contract. The two years of being a contractual wife has given me a lot – a lot of money, a lot of togetherness and of course, a lot of emotional attachments too. I would not forget it in the rest of my secluded and insignificant life. I have done whatever I could do to make everyone feel like I am your real wife. Even your Dad did not question me – neither did your relatives. Everybody knows me as your wife, as Mrs. Latika Rashaal Mukherjee. Hope you have a good reason to tell them, of our separation or of my demise! Whatever!

Anyways, I will not take more money than what was in our contract. I have calculated the amount and I am returning the excess amount in form of a cheque. Trust me, there is no emotional attachment with that. For, money has not been my weak point anytime. I did not come to you for merely money; but I guess you would never be able to know what I came here for. I have given it everything I had – everything, only if you could understand!

Thanks for everything that you have given me. I was wrong in asking you for anything else, as you do not have anything else to give me too. I understand all of you now, as always.

There is one more thing I wanted to tell you, before I say goodbye. I have no hard feelings for you. Nothing in particular; nothing in general!

Have a prosperous and love filled life.

Yours ever faithful,
(Swarna)Latika

PS: Say my 'Hi' to Sujata and please mention that I do not have any hard feelings for her too. Whatever she has told was all correct; she showed me who I am – I seemed to have forgotten that of late. And I did not take her diamond necklace; you know that the best. Anyways, hope my cheque helps you.

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Inspired By Some Movies...

Written as prompted at: Weekend Wordsmith: Prompt 94. Contract

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An Appointment

“I had a crush when I was in college,” she said as she was cleaning the morning dishes.

He did not notice. He was too busy browsing through the morning paper. It looks like the market was to go down further. He sipped on his juice and looked deeper into the editor’s column.

“He is here today; on a business trip; wishes to come down. I called him for lunch.” She pulled the chair next to him and sat with a bang and a futile frown on her face.

“Did you hear that?”

“What? Oh! Yes, I did.”

She smiled holding the last end of her sari and trying to chew it. He stands up throwing the newspaper on the dining table and looks busy.

“Ok, I’m off now.”

He prepares to leave. She extends his briefcase as he fastens his tie. She came till the door to see him off.

“What should I wear?”

“Anything!”

Her eyebrows came closer. He could perceive it.

“I mean, anything that would look great on you. After all, you are my wife and moreover, you two might be meeting after a long time, isn’t it sweetie?”

“Yes, after eight years almost!” she exclaims.

He moves towards his car, but stops before getting in and comes back to the door, where she was standing.

“You look good in anything you wear,” he extols her. She smiles at him; her eyes were dreamy.

“Ahem! You did not ask me to come back early today.”

“Oh! Yes,” she says as if she wakes up from a dream. “Come back soon darling. I will ask him to stay back till you come so that you can meet him. Try to come early.”

She tells all these in haste. He looked at her wistful eyes and grinned; and moves again towards the car and stops and turns back.

“What is his…”

“Hmm… Mainaak. Mainaak Sutrodhar.” She almost shouted the name.

He smiles; turned to the car and drove away to office with varied thoughts in mind.

It was almost noon. The environment was frozen and silent like a desert. The main door was closed as usual. The windows were unusually closed too. He came back from office abnormally earlier today. He walked up to the main door and raises his hand to press the calling bell; but then he thought to take a peep in if possible. He checks the windows nearby, but they were closed. There was no chance of him to have a look in. he left the idea and came back to the main door and pressed the door bell.

Ting tong! Ting tong!

Absolute silence! No one attended to his calling. He pressed the bell once again. Same result. His wife has this knack of sleeping in the noon; but then, today she was to be busy with her friend.

“Did she get too busy?” The thought itself startled his mind and he pressed the calling bell a few more times, when the door flung open.

His wife comes out with a dreary face, wearing a bath gown and the weirdest dyed face pack. He almost fainted; but was relieved too, for unknown reasons. His distress and reprieve were both visible on his face.

“Come in,” she smiled and moved away from the door.

“I forgot my meeting…”

“…files?”

“Yes; my meeting files. These are very important, so…”

“So you thought to return home and take them yourself.”

“Yes, absolutely! How do you guess?”

She bursts into a huge laughter, as if she is in a circus and he was the best clown in the town. Rather, she was looking like a clown herself and he was looking like a lost kid. He did not know if he should laugh, but tried to join her in her mirth. She could see all of it in his face.

“Darling,” she says as she hugs him, “you are the best husband in the world and the cutest too.”
He is still speechless; trying to avoid the face pack and hug her.

“Where is your friend? He was supposed to…”

“Wish you a very happy April Fool’s Day, love. I love you.” She keeps on laughing as she utters those words.

“I love you, too.” He hugs her tight; her face pack was all over his face now, as they kiss.
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Written as Prompted in:
1. Tell a Tale: Week # 3
2. 3WW CXXXI (Crush, Knack, Varied)

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My love for you

My love for you
I want you to see
Its more than true
My love for you
It feels so new
When I speak to thee
My love for you
I want you to see
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Written as prompted in: Heads Or Tails! (Week #84 - See)

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My earnest reminiscences

Layers of life unfolds
The reactive moments of glory
Realized, loved and forgotten
MY EARNEST REMINISCENCES
Realized, loved and forgotten
The reactive moments of glory
Layers of life unfolds
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As prompted in: 3WW CXXX (Earnest, Layer, Reactive)
Also linked to: Week Seven of The NaisaiKu Challenge

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Pain is Addictive

Pastel was the sky, when I woke up
And the clock was timing nine
I rubbed my eyes and sat on the bed
Nothing seems to be fine.

I looked around and felt the angst
Smoke – was all I could see
Aloft the ashes hovering
Descending and resting on me.

Deliberately enough
I tried to move
Cautiously out of my room,
Titillating the fire
I evoked it more
Vigorously, it brought my doom –
Exasperated and dead!
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Written on Prompts at:
1. One Single Impression: Prompt 57: Smoke
2. Acrostic Only: Pain is Addictive
Also Linked to: Monday Poetry Train Revisited #21

It’s a saga that would actually never been spelt. Someone thought of it, moments before/he dies. S/he wakes up and finds her/himself in a smoky room. All around her/him was fire – ready to guzzle her/him up. The poem talks about the last feelings of that person.
A Question for the Acrostic Guru, Amias: Does it show the pain? Does the poem say that its addictive?
Well, when I asked myself, I said, “the pain must be addictive, otherwise, the person might not have been able to write/say those lines seeing cruel death up front!” (lol)

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Common (Let the storm Pass)

Chill and let the storm pass
Or shed tears as it pierces your heart,
Move beyond the common acuity
Move on with your life, o deprived
Or cry and equal the common man.

Now chill, and let the storm pass!
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Written on Prompts at:
1. Heads Or Tails! : Week #83 : Common
2. One Single Impression : Prompt 56 : Equals
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Nostalgia

Nothing can make me forget
Of that time, when we met
Sitting as one, with oceans apart
Talking straight to each other’s heart
Anticipating the looks of this new friend
Longing for her over the weekend
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Grudgingly so, I remember again
I gave her so much of bliss and pain
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As she returns, more I feign!

As Prompted in Acrostic Only: Nostalgia
Also linked to: Monday Poetry Train Revisited #20

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Just Drive On

People have their own take
On things that they partake
I too have a point to make
Note, just for heaven’s sake
There is no time, so don’t press the brake

Pull up your socks and be awake
Our own world is now at stake
In whatever we do or fake
No time to cover any more mistake’
Time to carry on, so don’t press the brake!

Written as prompted in: Heads Or Tails! Week # 82
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Ubiquitous Life

My life
A natural burden
STILL UBIQUITOUS
A natural burden
My life

Posted at: The NaisaiKu Challenge: Week Four
Written as prompted in: 3WW CXXIX (Natural, Burden, Ubiquitous)

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The Death

It was cold
Too much
She could not do much either,
She parted from her man’s body
And moved away.
It was still – moving not
The ice cone she used to stab him
Was melting slowly in his chest.
Blood was all over the floor
Blood was all over her
She looked around and shivered
Her vision now, was so blur
She removed her gloves and
Threw them in the fireplace.
Banged the door, as she left.
The man?
He died his death
For he trusted, and was betrayed in love!

Written as prompted in Weekend Wordsmith

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Courage

Could have done more for you
Only if I could be strong
Unmoved by the changes around me
Raising to the cause, of loving you
And giving away all I had.
Gallant, I am not, that you adore
Ever wanting for some courage more!

Written as prompted in Acrostic Only
Inspired from Rashi's poems at: Rocky Roads

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Farewells

Feelings of sorrow
All around me
Retrospection of olden days
Everlasting, those will be
Will never let your memories
Escape from me.
Leave, if you may
Leave, if you can’t stay,
Stay, if you still love me!

Written as prompted in One Single Impression
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I will move on

My years of passion
That I spent writing for you
Have cajoled spirit
To go on devoid of you.

Of years reclusive,
Nothing again I would talk
Even if you ask
With you love, I may not balk.

Loving the same you
Being with the same old clique
But it hurts a lot
When you want to but can’t speak.

I dealt with all that
But I lost to your temper
You asked me to love
But then, I failed to concur
May be I am still a cur.

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Written for 3WW CXXVIII (Cajole, Recluse, Temper)

Tried to follow Choka here; however, the length of the poem may be a concern here.

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Conversation

Cover my face, I don’t want to see
O my friend, what’s happening all around me?
Neither can I sleep at night in peace. Nor
Visualize the agony in the eyes of the broke
Every now and then when I looked around
Rivers of blood are what I found
Sailing on them with flags of terror
Are those brutal who’re killing the hour,
Taking lives of millions of innocents
Igniting upheaval between sister strands -
Organized criminals are enjoying bliss!
Now is the time, to put an end to this.

Visit Acrostic Only for more such Acrostic Poetries...
Dedicated to the Sri Lankan Cricket team; after what has happened today in Lahore!
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Good Bye My Friend

As I say good bye
I love you, but I am shy
I hope this is no end
GOOD BYE MY FRIEND
I hope this is no end
I love you, but I am shy
As I say good bye

Catch more awesome posts at: NaisaiKu Challange II

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Heads Or Tails #79 - Case

You can try this at Heads or Tails - Home of the Tuesday Meme

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Shona was bathing in the pond near her house. It is not their own, but since it is in the neighborhood, everyone in her house used to bath in this pond. A fishpond, but habitually used for bathing and washing. Where else would everybody go? They had only two ponds in the village and the other one is strictly used by the fisheries. She dipped in a couple of times and came out. She was about to keep the soap on the rock near her and it just slipped out of her hands and fell into the water. She dipped in again and searched for a long time, but could not retrieve it. She cried, but no one came to her aid, for it was noon and everybody was busy working in the fields. No one had time to search a soap cake in water for this 7 years old kid. She was alone. She was helpless and she was at fault. This is the second soap in two months that her father bought her a soap cake and she lost it. A soap might cost a huge sum and that was the reason father never used to get her one that frequently. Father will be fuming on this and may not buy her any more soap in the future. She has lost her soap now – probably the last one! Her bathing was over.

She cried for a couple of minutes more, but once she realized that there would be no one coming towards her, she stood up. She gathered her wet cloths and started walking back towards home.

“It’s not my fault at all,” she told to herself. “I asked father to bring a soap case along with the soap. He did not bring it last time too. I warned him about this. Maybe, I did. Whatever, but it’s not my fault. It’s his fault that I lost the soap today. I would not cry anymore. Why should I? Even Lailee lost her soap the other day and she borrowed mine. And this time, it’s not my mistake. I’ll ask father to buy me one more soap and this time and a soap case as well – the pink one!” She was confident now and had all the answers to father’s probable questions.

Shona talked to herself all the way home. She was convinced that it was not her liability that the soap was lost. She was even prepared to face her father now and was sure to scold him for not buying her the case. She would not let him escape by scolding her for no fault of her own. After all, the soap was lost for the want of a case!

She looked around as she crossed the fencing around their house. There was no one there; probably the ladies were all asleep and her father was obviously in the field. She crept in silently. She went to the hanging lines and hung her cloths. She paid her regards to the Gods in the small temple and went inside the house. Everybody else was asleep, as she thought. She went to the kitchen and had her lunch. It was almost time to go to play now and she did not waste a single moment to reach Lailee’s house. She had forgotten about the soap totally by now.

She came back before dusk, cleaned herself and took out her books. She sat on the mat with a bowlful of puffed rice mixed with onions and some mustard oil. It was almost dark and she had to use the lantern. She has just started learning the alphabet and it was fun for her. Everything was so new and funny. No one in the house could read any of those symbols there. If it would not have been for her selfless teaching, her father would not have been able to recognize anything from that book. She was proud because of that and used to put a lot of effort while studying and teaching. She had almost finished the alphabet now and would start learning the digits in some days. She was very happy. She took out the book and started to read the letters on top of her voice.

“Shonaaa…” Her father called her aloud once he entered the premises of the house. She ran out of the house and leaped on him, as any other good evening. The very touch of her father sunk something deep inside her. She remembered the soap! Oh! All her happiness disappeared. She felt vanquished. All her thoughts of self confidence vanished. She was in her father’s arms – the safest place in the world she knew; but that could not stop her from howling out! She grabbed her father with both hands; as tightly as possible and broke into tears. Father kept on asking what happened but did not get a reply. She kept on shedding tears as he was holding her close to him. She cried and cried more and when she was tired, she slept – all the time in her father’s arms. After a long time when there was no more sound and no more tears on his shoulders, the father realized that Shona was asleep. He shook her a little and got no response. He took her to the bed and slowly but carefully laid her down. Just before he left her, two words came out of her mouth, which made no sense to him, “Soap Case.”

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Shadow Dancing

She stood there in the cold
Hiding her shivering hand,
All alone, by herself
Digging down into the sand.

On her mind there is me
Whether she likes it or not,
Deep down inside her heart
And in whatever she has got!

Now tides were touching her feet
Cold, as cold as it would be
In the middle of nowhere,
Nelly was standing, thinking of me
God! That’s where I wanted to be.

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NaisaiKu: Will You Love Me Too

I cry my heart out
Can you see me crying, my love
Will you hold me close?
WILL YOU LOVE ME TOO?
Will you hold me close?
Can you see me crying, my love
I cry my heart out

Learnt this style of writing from NaisaiKu..
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