Love. Valentine. And some more love.

 

 

 

 

 

Note: this is a guest post by one of a reader, Sovik. You are free to write for a guest post!

My first valentine week was not that awesome.

I’m sad that I didn’t make it a big celebration.

Rose day, propose day went bad.

Which I thought to make large.

On chocolate and promise

I was not so well and wise.

Hug and a kiss day

Went same as each day.

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Actually I’ve never been

Through all these days

I’ve least knowledge about these

And so how I could I celebrate?

But I will let you feel special

And it might be the best gift for you

With my rhythm divine

And feelings wrapped within

It was my dream to live with you.

And enliven my love again

Singing song with my dear

It was a perfect scene. In my dreams.

A perfect couple there.

You and me.

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Refreshing the very beginning

With a feeling of love

Loving you from the heart

Giving you a A

Asking for a date

And some moments from you

I want to make it big

And propose you

I put my hand back

To hide something from you

You love dairy milk.

And that’s for you

Another surprise to enthuse you

Eager to open it, and spellbound

After seeing that white teddy

You smiled and jumped

Giving that silk I hold your hand

“I will love you and always will, and

Never will back off from our love”

Swearing you all happiness

And make you stand

Drops of tears fall out

And you hug me

You dwell in me

Like a river in ocean

Wiping those tears in that lonely night

I draw near your lips

You were reticent,

Still a desire to kiss.

And now it’s time

For you to leave

You were happy and

And blushing inside

I asked if you want to be

My valentine if ever

I was awestruck by your answer

“No, not if ever, I want to be forever”

So I’ll give to you this Valentine,

But I want to let you know,

It’s not just today, but always,

That I will love you so.

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I think you have got every missing gift

You see in others and hope more than those

I know your lips are widen now and eyes are wet

If I would be there. I would have capture this moment

Let us freeze this moment. Store it safely away

So it remains. Even if we leave this place

Written by: Sovik Mishra.

Image courtesy: Surya Narayan Mishra.

 

 

 

 

 

The Scars

 

The matchsticks, defining aspects of life.

Almost all. Some rightly, some with flaws.

Yet they emit a silent gleam.

A gleam of unspoken words and strange mindsets.

Strange in the sense, unthought off.

Life is all the same.

Everyone will feed, merrily

When in dire need.

No one will bother, once done.

Life, intensely vague.

vaguely deceptive.

The master. Will protect you, safely in a box.

From rains and flames.

But set you to the fire, when needed.

Throw you down, when used.

Crush you with feet, Ah. Life, the matchstick.

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Written by- Ajinkye

Photo by- Prachi.

 

 

*THROWS COLOR*

Photographs copyrighted by- Faizan Patel.

Happy Holi, it’s a great day to live, great day to have fun. Bringing color to your life and washing away all the scars of worries, that’s all holi is about. Spreading colors; colors that depict happiness, joy, best wishes and camaraderie. Each color speaks volume about life and beautiful elements in it. Explore it, spread it and enjoy it. Bucket full of water, bunch of balloons and packets of color; close friends and plenty of bhang; FULL ON FUN. With each balloon we throw joy plashes in the pit of worries; spreading the droplets of smile. With each bucket we pour out on others, a fountain of fun and happiness rises. With the color that we throw on others, love and care makes its way. So, let’s enjoy this Holi to the fullest, capture the laughter and have fun of lifetime in a bit. After all, that’s what life is all about.

P.S- Girls, bura na mano holi hai! And do forgive the perverts, who play little more than just Holi with you :p. Just kidding; no offence.

Claptrap

Little hope, amidst all darkness.

One of the very few times when I tend to find the reason behind that gloomy feeling. I just can’t think anything as my thoughts stop over you, but it leaves me with an answer. Answer is you and my obsession for you. I forgot you don’t care for me and got carried away with few sweet words of yours. I forgot there is nothing beyond pally relations and dreamt of being together. You regaled me with few moments but that’s it. It’s the end; where all the hopes and feelings die. It’s good they die rather than staying within and keep pricking. Its better they die thus living some ample space to ponder over other craps. But I forget, hope is immortal; no matter how dark it is, a little vacuity and hope will bask in the pallid limelight of your thoughts. Whenever I asked ‘how’s you?’ I really wanted you to be fine. For you it was just a regulation, wrapped with bit of sweetness. Whenever I said you mean a lot me, you really did. Though you never said but your mannerisms expressed that others mean a lot to you, even more than me. That made me take back, think over and give up. I gave up coz I believed myself, not in nagging behind you. I gave up coz I’m a loser. Yep, ours is a land of heroes and I play a loser. I tried many times; each time hope overcame my insecurities and pulled me back. This time though, I won’t let hope overcome. I’ll hold it and cherish it instead, rather than getting pulled back by it. There are lot other things to hope and desire for. I don’t want you back in my life, maybe I do but I don’t desire anymore. Instead I want you live happy with regrets and qualms. Not because I want you to come back and rest in my arms, I want my heart come back and rest in happiness. I want to wipe the marks of affinity but I guess it is not that easy. But nothing seems easy here. I will try, fail once or twice, stand again few times but in the end I’ll manage to do it. Take care, I really mean it. And try to find a subtle hint of ‘good bye’ in it just like I did.

 

Photo courtesy- Ranvir Deb.

Bas kuch aise hi!!

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Sometimes, I want you to say something to me. Sometimes, I want to say something to you. But then I just keep quiet. After all, that’s how life is!

Sometimes, I dump my desires into the unruly world of insecurities. They remain forever there while I just get used to. J

Sometimes, I just let it go. Sometimes, I just keep staring. With a hope, that dies eventually.

Sometimes I just want you, no matter what. But then, I’m sane enough to sense your feelings; maybe not but I just let it go.

Sometimes, my opinion changes about you. Sometimes I carry away my mind. But in the end, it just comes and stops at you.

Sometimes, I’m messed up. Sometimes, I’m just happy. But in the end, I just pour it out and make myself feel better.

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Written by- Ajinkye Koshti

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