Miss. Eloquent

 NOTE:  This post is inspired by Cadbury and from it's tagline.[I said inspired, not sponsered] CONTENT WARNING: If you suffer from the jolts of CHS(Cold- Heart Syndrome), consult your doctor before reading this post. It has an overuse of love fuel! (don't worry, it won't pollute our environment) which can vex your jolts to the extreme.  In this post I'll talk about all the things I'm blessed for. All the things I  love.   “Dear old world, you are very lovely, and I am glad to be alive in you.”      Ah! you see, Anne Shirley just expressed my thoughts in these beautiful words. (Um...okay! I used her quote to express myself.) We all are blissful to be a part of this world, to be humans who can express their thoughts, imagine and submerge themselves in the blanket of togetherness. Happiness creates s tories and we share our happiness through stories. We live upon stories and breath the words. I love my eyes twinkling over the empty screen, yet to ...

Yesterday, I stumbled across a huge pile of notebooks. (Seriously, that hoard of notebooks was capturing my space for keeping a few newly arrived books).  I couldn't make head or tail of most of the writings. But at the time those were written, my heart pumped with pride. When, the girl got back her sixth sense pride collapsed like a pricked balloon. After a lot of "I-want-to-keep-them", I picked each of those and stacked them in my storage room. (My mind fluctuates a lot!) Later that afternoon, when an image of those beautiful notebooks flooded my thoughts I decided to have a sneak peek inside them. After all, they once accompanied my gloomy hours. So, my dear viewers, INHALE. EXHALE AND BEHOLD.

My 2020 Album: Twinkle with Reflection   Side by Side, Hand in Hand, we reached to the end of another year, infact another decade. Living with dream, unlocking the road to tomorrow, striving for bright future we arrived to a new chapter.    This year was brimmed with uncertainities. We all were cocooned inside the four     walls.  But reflecting back to this wild year, I find a lots of thing which came to me as a boon. As we are human beings, so our life must go forth every moment with a positive loom.This situation has surely brought a new aura with unexpected changes in lifestyle. Stepping out, we have found that earth has regained its lost treasure.    I am not very dissatisfied with this year. I found a new way to enjoy amidst gloom. I call it: "365 Goodness". Whether you killed a fly or accomplished something, put it down in your journal. Few of  which I wrote were:  1 I atlast found my post-it notes inside the gum boots, hence...

  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 an...

                                                  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, “St...

                        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.

                                                                                                                                                    In  this poem, I elucidated gale(wind) being a symbol of difficulties and hardship. As  you progress, reading my poem you will percieve that malicious gale can't gain victory all the  time, our intent can blossom us with colors and euphoria. I crave to know your thoughts about my  poetry. Sprinkling love and cheer! ENJOY                                         ...

Nature is not just a mere beauty, it is the most beautiful teacher. If we can get aquainted with nature, there preachings will shower us with luxory and victory. Trough my this poem, you will unravel nature in its powerful phase, an instructor. My poem also depicts a moral about time, and using it efficiently. Hope you will be inspired by this free verse poetry. Spreading love and happiness, Enjoy! Dead Rose     Myriads of beauties, bloomed upon the green blanket. They laughed, after receiving the mellow rays. The blossoms made the ambience gaiety & their ageless vibrancy remained in my heart,                      Their vivacious colors contrasted the eyes, The sweet aroma penetrated my nostrils, how luxurious it all seems! An unexpected smell erased the beatitude, The beauty turned into beast! Haunting my vanity, This unconscious spirit bought me to wretchedness....

THE GARDEN OF EMERALD In the summer of sunlit green The brown woods, drenched with light. Afar, little bugs hovers upon youthful grace And those innocent eyes shines with mischief.  As the playful legs traverse, far to the shining green,   The juvenile trees baths in profuse delight   As the wind makes his way, far afield  Serenity twirls, making the spry leaves descent.    Long gloom knocks the doorstep  Withering ages welcomes the yellow heaven Upon lie all the spirits, once fresh The Garden of Emerald, so named, feast our eyes on bliss.