What if?

What if? What if things we love can be paused for as many hours as our heart wishes to hold on to that moment? What if love is always honey? What if your favorite Scent never leaves your soul? Isn't it soothing? What if…

“Bouquet Of Forgiveness”

“Bouquet Of Forgiveness” Offer a bouquet of forgiveness when weeds of lies grow around, It's hard to be You than changing with the changing shades, It's hard to stay the same alone between the woods of silence & Solitude but nothing more powerful than the light You lit by b…

eyes of the light

Hey Backspace, I wish to have you in my life too. Like my companion, Always there to reroute me back to the good memories When darkness melts in me like a candle that burned enough to spread the light! I wish to be unr…

You're the mirror

You're the mirror that I touched, I felt, I kissed. You reflected me in you & like a butter, I melted into you. You sho…

A little story about AURA & aura.

She was the mother of aura, Took every pain to keep the air calm & beautiful. Everyone moved around her and adored her presence with more love. They kept spreading words describing her beauty with much regard. She attracted more love than hatred and Aura became the reason for love like honey. She took care of her in her womb &am…

~Happy Mother's Day~

~Happy Mother's Day~ Beautiful pain taken by you out of a beautiful mistake gave birth to the beautiful pearl in the strongest nest of the world decorated by you. Is it your beauty or beauty that you consume? Your warm kisses are the soothing light to my eyes. Your tender hug is the soothing shelter to my soul. Love you with everything & ever…

I'm the King and I'm the Minister

a reference to the king and minister (queen) pieces in chess The film is a political movie that shows how an ordinary moneylender named Jogendra enters politics and then what he does for power. In the meantime, it shows how he is affected by emotions. The film also has a love triang…

Small Talk

It started with a small talk,  Which lasted till nightfall.  However,  Those days are long gone,  Now, its just a lone walk.  Not that; my life has stopped,  But you still bring a happy pause.  Your memories just don't drought,  Sometimes,  It simply precipitates like a  Raindrop.  Our togetherness which was once Thankfully photographed.  Is the souvenir,  With …

Anjaly Sangeeth

Looking for you  in all the eyes I meet,  to find the heart  that promised to  stay behind.... - Anjaly Sangeeth.

Momentary Escape

Your Rhythm,  In my freedom Has us dancing in light Of the moon night.  No words spoken,  Our hands wide open Not even a speck of spite In your eyes.  I am a fire cracker,  You held me like calm winds Our laughter echoes,  In our silly grin.  My head on your shoulder,  Your head over mine,  We gazed endlessly,  With our hands hold tight.  "Enough with your endl…

NOT heat flames up and consumes,    Not sea-waves hurry in and out,    Not the air, delicious and dry, the air of the ripe summer, bears          lightly along white down-balls of myriads of seeds,    Wafted, sailing gracefully, to drop where they may;    Not these--O none of these, more than the flames of me, consuming,          burning for his love whom I love!    …

MEMOIR

Memoir is the most personal form of writing longer forms. It is an immersive dive into your own life where you reflect on your life, your relationships, and your decisions. Even though memoir is non-fiction, it reads like a novel and novelists and autobiographers often use it as a form that reads like a diary but a public one.

a letter to a purist

That grandiose colossus who Stood astride The envious assaults of sea (Essaying, wave by wave, Tide by tide, To undo him, perpetually), Has nothing on you, O my love, O my great idiot, who With one foot Caught (as it were) in the muck-trap Of skin and bone, Dithers with the other way out In preposterous provinces of the madcap Cloud-cuckoo, Agawp at the impeccable mo…

Falling in love was like falling down the stairs

Falling in love was like falling down the stairs Each stair had her name on it And he went bouncing down each one like a tongue-tied lunatic One day of loving her was an ordinary year He transformed her into what he wanted And the scent from her Was the best scent in the world Fifteen he was fifteen Each night he dreamed of her Each day he telephoned her Each day was…

Dead

“ON board the Petrel, in St. Lucia's bay, Of yellow fever—agèd twenty-nine.” “Who did you say, my lady?” drawled the Earl. “The duke—what duke?” “I did not speak of dukes,” Replied the Countess slowly, white and grim, Pressing the rustling sheet between her palms, The while her diamonds heaved upon her breast, And sank and heaved, and glitter'd like her eyes—…

Craven Heart

Those anguished voices in the air! Oh, I could shriek and tear my hair In rage, rebellion and despair. But what is one, amid a throng So vast and merciless and strong, To make attempt to right the wrong? What ear would hear me if I cried? And who would rally to my side? What could I do to stem the tide? Though I should plunge in flood and flame, And suffer every sham…

Contentment

Is it a virtue, as the sages say, The 'trivial round and common task' to ply, And for no wider walk of life to sigh Than we were born to; sweetly, day by day, Our meed of lowly reverence to pay Our high-placed 'betters'; never to defy The powers that be; never to kick or cry, Or think, or question - simply to obey? Then vice be with us, although blood…

By the camp fire

Ah, 'twas but now I saw the sun flush pink on yonder placid tide; The purple hill-tops, one by one, were strangely lit and glorified; And yet how sweet the night has grown, with palest starlights dimly sown! Those mountain ranges, far and near, enclasp me,— sharply pencilled there, Like blackest sea-waves,—outlined here, like phantoms in the luminous air, Between…

Here's a 6-word story by Ernest Hemingway. For Sale: Baby shoes. Never worn. The conflict here is why are baby shoes for sale. The last two words very subtly reveal why. Because they were never worn, which means the baby died before or while being born. It's a tragic story but so meaningful.

Called Tomorrow

"Life always offer you a second chance. It's called tomorrow"