Miss. Eloquent

  Recently, I created a poetry collection in Wattpad, which I titled as A Crisp Through Words. The book beholds my immense love for writing and showcases eight poems. I would request my readers to visit my book through the link provided down. Few of the poems in the collection are already posted on my blog but the rest are fresh. Hope you all enjoy! Feel free to tell me about improvements required. Have a joyful day😘 This is the cover page of my book. Let me know your thoughts regarding it! LINK:   https://www.wattpad.com/story/231527032-a-crisp-through-words

  Festivity with Mask “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times ." ~ Charles Dickens, A Tale of two Cities This line from the classic novel, A Tale of two City is  felicitous to describe the 2020 Durga Puja. On one hand, the pomp and glory of Maa Durga's arrival and on the other the  catastrophic outbreak of Covid 19. How can the people even retain the colors of this auspicious day?  This   different Puja episode with masks and maintaining social distancing was somewhat unexpected, but at the same point a new experience. I didn't expected to have such a lovely Puja with my parents and brother. We watched movies, had indoor photoshoots, played games, read plenty of books, did wierd food experiments and so much more.    The ten days of puja went in the blink of an eye with heartful fun and amusement. From eating sweets to praying Maa Durga, nothing was missed but done in a  cautious  way. I had video calls with my intimate friends and relatives, ate my favourite r

                                                  ESTRELLA   “What is that, Papa?” the child asked, pointing towards the sky. It was the illuminating beauty submerged under heavy dark clouds, it was the one who protected the child; it was one which always smiled when the child was happy and sheds “crystals of despair” when the child was upset. The child repeated his question. But the latter remained silent, and placed the child below his arms. Tears forming beneath his strong eyelashes. His gaze fixed towards that molten gold shine hidden beneath gloom. He stared towards that divine smile, which once filled his heart. The man, who once full of pride with his strong heart, now casted off those “crystals of despair”. The child now, pulling his father’s shirt, demanding for the answer. Tiny knot formed on his mouth and struggling, the words rushed out, “Stars, my dear”.

                        And The Leaves Came Tumbling Down And the leaves came tumbling down into my lap. The brunet earth covered with myriads of memories, Colouring up my heart with tint of departing recollections. Departs the leaves, departs the joy, and departs the room which holds aromas. In my lap sat the leaf, reminisces of the intimate folks. And the leaves came tumbling down, I framed them inside my withered heart.