||Cold heart in that grey tomb what remains? Only skeletons and bones Life grows on lifeless stones. ||
Augers of betrayal drilling deep down your crimson lungs Ostentatious Blossom is dead Deluged and swamped in grief and pain You crowned refusal o'er my head
/They say/---- your obtuse brain has no acute heart and my obtuse heart has no acute brain Philosophers, but muggles to me to the world they are 'Earth is Flat and mountains have wings' Expected Vista all in vain For the umpteenth times
Caterpillars want to fly Broken hearts prefer to die Thirst running within my veins Not a love embedded with satisfaction But an alibi to get your love
Let my love be the bridge of your lost love just as the present connects the past and the future in the colourful divine
Take a halt at that moon Aren't some Magnificient words covering you up right now?
My Selenophile soul now descries at the scars Relating Syzygy ,a sudden buoyancy plays with a poetic tune of sorrowful Nights
Give a flashback to those days when you were convinced there is an old lady waving on the waning Moon Where's the lady now ? who knew the boy playing his flute after the lamp had slept That orbed Queen who restlessly weaved stories all night for the children who are lost Where's that lady who promised me a magical stick if I remained a good girl throughout the day?
Where is she now ?
Tears dripped down my cheeks nowhere she is Grandma's tales perhaps now a myth I can see only the scars of the Moon now Innocency is dead, Temptation crowned o'er my head puberty playing in heavily
Marsh : Mood off? Mallow : No Marsh :Yes Mallow : No Marsh : Wanna have some chocolates? Mallow : No Marsh : Wanna have some tea? Mallow : No Marsh : Coffee? ☕ Mallow : No Marsh : Then me? Mallow : yes please Here stands the love of Marsh &mallow together they makes a sweet relation Marshmallow @bhavani_
To, someone (once who was special) It has almost been a year since we have not exchanged a single word ,yes I have deleted your phone number but you will be shocked to know that I still remember that number. It's the only number I memorized and still it's in my memory book . Still now I cry when I think of those days. Do you still remember the first day when you proposed me but I was too afraid to accept it. The days when you used to narrate me the dreams that you have dreamt of me all night and I used to listen them carefully with great interest. The way you cared about me, the way you scolded me while I used to focus more on you than my studies made me feel for you more as days passed by.
Thanks to God that day I didn't give an answer to your proposal, thanks to my inner self that I controlled my emotions and stopped myself from wasting my first three golden words on you .whenever you use to compel me to say those three words I neglected the topic saying that its might be a puppy love in my teenage years.
How beautifully you used to weave poems for me and those poems never gave me chances to think anything negative about you rather reading them I used to worship you like a holy divine.I still remember how beautifully we used to touch each other through the screen of our phones and the most interesting part of our story is that we used to dance together that also through chats and imagination. I want to live every moments once again, once more .
What went wrong that everything shattered ?.Can you point out a single mistake of mine that I had made, but I can finger out all those mistakes you had done .Although I never confessed my feelings as you did but you know that I was completely headed over heels in love with you. Those midnight calls,giggles and chatting at late night under the blanket everything now proves to be as fake as a mere dream lake. I would have never stepped back to give our love a second chance if that day you have said something, but what all you did was that you didn't say anything and remained quiet and proved that you were the devil.
I am really shivering now out of an inexpressible pain. I wish I could turn back to those days to try everything we were and we were about to become . But Lord knows how much I started feeling for you and you broke that within a wink of an eye but still I will give you a million of second chances chances if it meant my heart wouldn't have to be homeless anymore From, Megha (Once upon a time your's Meghabalika)
All these chilly winter nights the city sleeps under the blanket of Mist some couples are making love on the bed while some broken hearts are howling and crying like beasts The birds are sitting close to each other And jaggery sellers are passing by far away somewhere smell of nolen gurer rosogolla is melting our hearts and the Flies are flying by A bit of sunshine and a cup full of Tagore poems the village boys on the dusty roads are playing Hide and Seek games
Winter is all 'bout Nolen gurer rasogollas. Sometimes standing near the sweet shop with not a single penny left with me, I feel envious seeing the flies which always are roaming around the Winter delicacy, and sitting on them. Nolen gurer rosogolla will melt all your angers, it will drain all your pains. Close your eyes and feel every bit of it, you'll feel you are in the heaven. What can be a better replacement of Dairy Milk Silk than Nolen gurer Rasogolla....? ? ?
The rippling of waters astound. I did not throw any stone around. It's hard to see my reflection the waters crystal clear to perfection. The winds are strong, but they touch the surface with affection. Am I dreaming? Or the surroundings have changed. Guess my logic has estranged.
May be I am so confused that my senses have simply refused to help me in justifying. Still I am vaguely trying As I lay on the ground with closed eyes. And feel as if I am flying in the skies. May be it's all a dream and I am sleeping. I just have to wait when dawn break And hopefully I will wake.