Love Hurts

Love
Hurts
Shove
Darts
In
Heart
Being
Smart.

Can’t
Smile
Rant
Pile

Spry
Cloud
Cry
Loud
On
Knees
None
Sees
Seize!

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Tried to write a Sonnet. A Bit Sized Sonnet, as showed by Pratibha. However, A Sonnet has only 14 lines and this poem exceeds that. So, it cannot be called a Sonnet. Hmmm... Will try again sometime... Till then, enjoy this :)

Crossposted at: The Writers Lounge

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Meeting in Future

In a chilling evening of Jan
Somewhere in Japan
The sky was red with a hint of cyan
She called out to the blind man
She offered him her flan
She said, “I’m your fan.”

He turned to her span
And stretched his hand.

Tears in her eyes – out they ran
As she looked at the man -
One of her own clan
She could very well scan.

Zoom passed a yellow van
It ruffled the old man.
He fell down and screamed again
As the time when he ran
Away from her, as far as he can.

Her hands trickled the bran
As he fell on the lawn
She whispered aloud, “Tan!”


... thinking of a meeting, sometime, somewhere in the future ... would love to do that, but then, if I can't even see you??

Crossposted at: The Writers Lounge on March 17, 2009

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Amazing you...

Its amazing when you speak to me
Its amazing when you make sense
Its amazing because I can understand
The meanings of your words, so dense!

A step or two, when you take towards me
I can see my world converging in
As you hold my hand and walk around
You make my blue world so green!

I talk to you, in puzzled words
You respond with puzzled looks
You try to learn, and you try to share.
Your smile proves a thousand brooks.

Come, my child and hold my hand
Walk with me into the world
I’ll teach you now, I’ll teach you how
To lead a life with bliss unfurled!

It’s a situation where the father is talking to his baby. The baby tries to talk, but could make no sense; but the father still finds that meaningful. The father talks and the baby cannot sense anything; but the baby tries to find its meaning. Both of them are in the same state of mind, the difference is that we can understand what the father can say and what the baby does, we can just gaze and guess! The above words are of a father!

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ANything FOr U..

Life has been so short
I could do all I needed
But could not love you
As much as I wanted to.

Wanted all for you
I wanted to get you moon
Would bring world to you
Whatever else you want, too.

Alas! I could not
Do anything for you, love
Could not make you dance,
Could not make you smile for once!

Love it was, throughout
Only that you could not see,
Wanted to be yours
I wanted to heal your soars.

I know I have failed
To stand by you in distress
But I would be there -
Now, here, there and anywhere!

Those times were such, and
Life had not been too placid
Told you my notions
I had my limitations.

Come back to me now
Its time, we make our own
New world to live in
And accept all with a grin.

Hope, concur my thoughts
Smile, run back straight to my heart
Come, leaving the rest
Love, for that’s what we do best
Together we’ll touch the crest!

Crossposted at: The Writers Lounge on March 13, 2009

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तेरे दोस्त हैं यहीं

अपनी ज़हेन में झांक के देख
तेरे दोस्त हैं यहीं

अपने आप में ढून्द्के देख
तेरे दोस्त हैं यहीं

हवायों में देख
फिजाओं में देख
हर वो आइना, जो टूट चूका है
हर वो पल, जो बीत चूका है
उन लम्हों में देख
तेरे दोस्त हैं यहीं

अपने उम्मीदों से पूछ
अपने दिल की गहराईयों से पूछ
हर वो धड़कन, जो धड़क चूका है
हर वो जाम, जो छलक चूका है
उन खाली पय्मानो से पूछ
तेरे दोस्त हैं यहीं

और अगर फिरभी ना मिले कोई
तो ए यार मेरे
मेरे पास आ, तेरा भुला हुआ वो दोस्त
यहाँ है... यहीं पर है

Crossposted at: The Writers Lounge on March 18, 2009

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है तुझे कसम

है तुझे कसम
तूफान में घिरके ना खोना अपने आपको
हर रह तेरी होगी बुलंदियों की और ।

है तुझे कसम
अपनी मौत ना बना लेना अपने खौफ को
उम्मीद से बांधले अपनी जीवन की डोर ॥

है तुझे कसम
काँटों को करने दे अपनी राहों की हिफाज़त
काँटों से घबराकर चलना ना छोर ।

है तुझे कसम
ये जीवन है सुख और दुःख की बनावट
दुःख से घबरा कर अपनी रहे ना मोर ।।


Crossposted at: The Writers Lounge on March 18, 2009

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Scissors

It cuts
Beautiful.
Gives new identity
Makes lovely dresses out of cloths
Scissors!

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As prompted at: Weekend Wordsmith (95. Scissors)

Crossposted at: The Writers Lounge

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Send-off Question

She rushed out and ran to him and stopped him by his collar. She always knew he loves her; but it was important that he spells that out.
“Do you have a reason that I should not leave?”
Silence!
He got into the car and popped his head out.
“No.”
The car zoomed past her.
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Learnt of this form of story writing at: Rocky Road
Words Count: 55

This is a new style of writing stories. Happy to have tried this. Will write more in time :). Thanks to Rashi for teaching me this...

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मलिका-ए-हुस्न

मलिका-ए-हुस्न
तेरा चर्चा आम है
तेरे दर पे भटकना ही तो
आशिकों का काम है...

खामोश तू रही
कभी कुछ भी कहा नहीं
चाहती तो तू, जिन्दगी दे देता, पर
जिन्दगी अपनी तो अब और रहा नहीं...

तुझे धुन्दने को अब जी करता है
तुझे देखने को अब जी करता है
जबसे तेरे होटों पे नाम आया है अपना
तेरे होटों को छूने को जी करता है...

ये मिलन की रात है आखरी
इसके बाद का कुछ पता नहीं
याद रखना या भूल जाना
इसमें होगी तेरी कुछ खता नहीं...

मलिका-ए-हुस्न
तेरा ख्याल दिल में ही होगा
जब भी चर्चा हुस्न की होगी
तो सिर्फ तेरा चर्चा ही होगा
तेरे जाने के बाद तेरा ही इंतज़ार होगा...


बहोत दर्द होता है जब कोई छुट जाता है दर्द और भी ज्यादा होता है जब कोई अंजना सा ये कहके बिछडे के आप उसके लिए बहोत मैंने रखते हैं कोई कहे और कहके चला जाये, और आपको तनहा, अकेला, बेकरार, बेचैन और परेशान छोड़ जाये, तो दर्द तो होना ही है... ये ऐसी ही एक दर्द भरी कविता है...

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And celebrate love

The flower in your hair
Makes me to stare
Makes me want to smell you now
AND CELEBRATE LOVE
Makes me want to smell you now
Makes me to stare
The flower in your hair

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Written as Prompted in Sunday Scribblings #157 - Celebrate
Also written for: Week Eight of The NaisaiKu Challenge

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The Last Meeting

That was the last time I saw him. He was almost breathing his last, when I arrived. His family was waiting outside his suite in the hospital; crumbled and broken. Ismail came to me and I could see it in his eyes.

“Sudipto, he is…”

I held his hands tightly. He was about to burst into tears; but then, he was the eldest male in the family now. The last thing he could do was to cry. I went to his mother and bent down near her. She saw me and looked away; holding the end of her sari and biting it she started to weep. I glanced at Dolly, Ismail’s sister. She looked at me too, more in distress. I wanted to go in and meet him.

“Ismail, may I go in and sit near him for some time?”

His mother looked up at me as if she wanted to tear me apart and kill me. She still thought it was my ploy and I was responsible for whatever has happened to Md. Haroon Anwar Nawab, her husband. I looked at her too, but I had nothing to say more. I was helpless. If she does not let me to enter, what would I do?

“Yes, you can go in. The doctor said it is fine if anyone goes in; but, don’t make any noise. He must be sleeping.”

Ismail told all these staring at his mother. She was weeping all the time; she did not utter anything. I took out my shoes and got in to a pair of hospital sleepers and a gown stacked in front of the suite. I opened the door and moved the curtains with minimum of sound and got in. It was a stunning sight inside the suite. Everything was so marvelous. The atmosphere was covered in white marvel and the pearly look inside was so pensive. There was only one window and the soft afternoon sunlight was coming in like rays from the heaven! The light rays were flirting with the furniture and the other medical instruments in the room. The tree outside made it look like they were playing hide and seek. I wished if it was not his hospital suite!

I tiptoed towards his bed and sat beside him on the stool. I did not make a noise, but somehow I knew he felt my presence there. He was motionless. The Holy Koran-e-Sharif was on his chest, and his hands were folded over it, as if he was praying to the Lord in these last few moments. The sunrays were falling on his head and his white hair was shinning like white marble. I sat there, listening to the silence that wrapped me from all around.

The sunrays on you
Calling me so much,
My hands shiver
Dying for
your touch.
And I am listening
To the silence in here,
Your sight
invites me
To come more near.
Will I ever know again
What you wanted
to say?
I don’t know this even
If you want me, this way!

Suddenly, his hands moved. I felt so, but I was not sure. A couple of fingers tried to rise as he extended his hand. I went close and caught it.

“Father, it’s me, Sudipto!”

His eyes opened a bit and from the slightest of the aperture he looked at me. I was all tears when I saw him that way. Probably he tried to smile – I would never know if he smiled that time.

“I have come back, father. I will take care of Ismail, Dolly and … and Amma too. You can count on me now.”

I could feel his hands strengthen the grip. I knew he wanted to tell something, but I never heard anything.

“Father, I’m sorry for all what I have done.” There was a long gap. “Please forgive me.”

I held his hand with both my hands. I knew he was taking his last breaths and I wanted to call out to his family waiting outside, but I could not leave his hand – not again – not anymore. His eyes were closing, but he was able to move his fingers. I wanted to hear him speak, but perhaps I never would. I could feel that these were his last moments and I was short of words. A renowned wealthy writer, who has published so many novels and poems of himself, was now searching for words – mere words with which he creates so much of fan following and fame, were not enough today to talk to his own father!

A last few words came out of my mouth, “I love you, father!” and his lips moved. This time he smiled and I could see it. My prayers were heard. Perchance, he had forgiven me. I was so happy. I pulled his hand near me to kiss them, when his hand dropped! It was all over. His hand dropped on the Koran-e-Sharif and I thought, maybe this was how God wanted me to be close to Ismail, Dolly and Amma. I never called her ‘Amma’ like Ismail and Dolly, but I always felt her to be the same.

I stood up and walked towards the door to call them in. It would be hard for them to hear it, but they must have anticipated the same by now. I was sad that my father died, but somehow, I was happy. Was that weird? I still wonder! While I was opening the door from inside, a quick thought came to my mind:

A moment in love is worth more than an entire loveless lifetime.
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Written as Prompted in:
1. Tell a Tale: Week # 4
2. One Single Impression: Prompt 58 (Listening)
3. 3 Words Wednesday: CXXXII(Flirt, Ploy, Stunning)
4. ABC Wednesday: Round 4: L is for.... Last Meeting

A footnote: Writing short story is fun and I really like it. But at times, the words fail to convey many things. A person from my part of the world will understand that Sudipto is a Bengali Hindu name while Ismail and Md. Haroon Anwar Nawab are Muslim names. The story is of a person who comes to see his dying father. He is a Hindu, while his father and the family is Muslim. He might have converted to a Hindu or may be off a different Hindu mother. This is the backdrop, which was not much clear from the story. I think it may not be clear to people reading it from different parts of the world. So, I wanted to mention this here.

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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.
~
Eager to know what you’ll say
Needless to allay!
~
Don’t go away.
~
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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I will be what you want

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She says I need to grow up.
Now, how do I know if I have really grown up?
I don’t know how was all well earlier. So strange!
I am as I am now but she asks me to change.

How long should I walk
To become a man?
And after I reach
Will I remain Tan?

Will you still love me
If I really change
Or will still search for me
In my exchange?

How long should I live
To have lived long?
Will you be with me
And walk along?

How do I love you
To have loved you right?
Should I be the patsy
Or a burly knight?

Will you ever tell me
How should I be?
I will be what you want
In loving thee.
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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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काश, you were near!

तारीफ़ क्या करूँ, ए हुस्नवाले
जब से पाया है तुझको नज़रों में
तारीफ़ क्या करूँ, ए हुस्नवाले
दिल हुआ तेरे हवाले
अब चाहे तू हमे भूले
हम मिलेंगे तुझे हजारों में
तारीफ़ क्या करूँ, ए हुस्नवाले
जब से पाया है तुझको नज़रों में

If you would have had a few more moments for me
If you could just wait for long
I would paint my love for you to see
If you would have had a few more moments for me
I could have brought the whole world to thee
I would have sung you a beautiful song
If you would have had a few more moments for me
If you could just wait for long

ये हमारी मुलाकाते
कितनी अधूरी सी है
तुमसे कहनी है जो बातें
ये हमारी मुलाकाते
काटे कटे नहीं ये रातें
पास हो कर भी दूरी सी है
ये हमारी मुलाकाते
कितनी अधूरी सी है

In a world so small
I wish to live with you
In a world so small
Together, we stand tall
And after all
I wish to die with you
In a world so small
I wish to live with you

क्या तुमसे कहूँ
दिल में जो तूफ़ान है
मैं कैसे कहूँ
क्या तुमसे कहूँ
या चुप ही रहूँ
दिल में जो अरमान है
क्या तुमसे कहूँ
दिल में जो तूफ़ान है

There's no one here
Just you and me
There's no fear
There's no one here
We are so near
Nothing else we could see
There's no one here
Just you and me

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A Different Letter

Dear Love,

I don't really know how to tell you this, but I wanted to say how much I love you. I think I realized it that I care for you more than anything else, even the brightest of diamonds and I saw you staring at me too, at times when we were not alone. I'm sure you're explicable enough to understand how I feel for you. I'm returning your stares to you, but I'll keep your thoughts as a memory. You should also know that I like the way you talk with your b-e-a-utiful eyes and I will wait for the day when you will come out of the swathe and spell all that you have in your heart.

Hope I need not wait for too long,
Yours Lover
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Written as prompted in: My WoRLd iN WorDs
Visit the link to know about the Different Letter and feel free to write something similar and post the link there. You may like to share it with me too ;)

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तेरी निगाह

तेरी हर बात में मुझे प्यार नज़र आता है
तेरी हर मुस्कान पे जान निसार करना चाहता हूँ
तेरी होटों में मुझे इकरार नज़र आता है
तेरी हर बात में मुझे प्यार नज़र आता है
तेरी निगाह कुछ बेकरार नज़र आता है
तेरी हर नज़र में मैं प्यार भरना चाहता हूँ
तेरी हर बात में मुझे प्यार नज़र आता है
तेरी हर मुस्कान पे जान निसार करना चाहता हूँ ...


I tried to write a triolet in Hindi here. I always try to experiment with different forms of poetry and story writing. I enjoy writing in all the languages I know. I started writing in Bengali and English and later on, I moved to Hindi too. I will try to write a few more Hindi poems following different styles. Let’s see if my readers like my trials.

Well, enjoy reading me!

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