Miss. Eloquent

I had this conversation with my bestie. So I had to write. But yeah, I missed my blog too. She: You literally have written poem about a chalk to our teachers, but NONE ABOUT ME? And you still dare to use my Victoria Secret?! Me: *unable to process the magnitude of the sentence* Uho . I'll surely write one. *sprays some more in the bag too* She: *intense glaring..trynna be the sasta version of my mother* Better hurry up otherwise you can't touch that perfume ever. I  "literally" mean it! And weeks passed and passed. I finally wrote it. Not because of her, obviously for my precious Victoria Secret. Lame me. So here I present you that piece of poem which have every strings attached. The sun shines again after the storm outside the little apartment in Kolkata,  windows wide open, I stand in there, filling my eyes with first shower of sunrays,  I see that windchime making a soft tune,  “forever” etched lightly in it.  And memories flushed.  Do you remember it?...

This Women's Day, I thought of collaborating with a kindred spirit and a wonderful writer herself, Anurima Bardhan.  Two poets, heart beating with myriads words.  I hope you will love the two contrasting portion of our poems, one showcasing the eternal colors of women and another elucidating how darkness inside a women is a beauty too. Savor the poem, share it if you like and spread some love.  (Today my brain is all about positivity so expect less of positi-witty from me XD) *Drum rolls* I have seen the woman laden in lilac in the fields of lilac  vines cradled by the windy days      Unfurling her airy aura I have seen the woman decked with the red lacy dress scaling the lengths of the floor stealthily just as the bouquet of roses, maneuvered with care and not trampled with A mystery with the touches of bold sensualness surrounding her I have seen the woman flaunting her beauty in the hues of monochromatic pinks, cherished like the dainty pe...

 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 ...

  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...

                        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.