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I pray lights go out again.

I could see her luminous eyes in candle-light. My mind went blank and heart skipped a beat. Her visage seemed lovelier now. Nature was speechless to see her like this. She was talking nonchalantly all the time. I had decided- she was all mine.

Thus began a magnificent tale……………


Amal Bose said…
nicely written.. ;)
Mayz said…
wow!!! the dude has a way with words...rather u make him have a way with words :)
Pooja said…
So nice written! :)
Tulika said…
I pray lights go out again.

Mush !

:) :)
Ria said…
wow!! lovely dear.
Vivek Nanda said…
Wonderful, those are the words you fall'in love as soon as you hear them....may it be a really magnificent tale.
Priya Joyce said…
I juss went on to visualize this...

so bloody well expressed!!
Thousif Raza said…
thats is so so beautiful....... loved it..,.. :)

take care and keep writing........
The thins candle lights can do to people. And then, men find no point in it. :P

Nikhil Menon said…
I recommend the Interpreter of Maladies,..It has a similar tale to say.. :)
Nikita said…
beautiful...u have described women's beauty as keats used to do..
Bikramjit said…
and they lived happily ever after ... mmmmmmmmm beautiful story...
Hemanth Potluri said…
words make expression and u make words which make the beautiful expressions..

ANWESA said…
Thanks !!
ANWESA said…
Thanks !!
ANWESA said…
Thanks dear !!!
ANWESA said…
Thanks girl !
ANWESA said…
Thanks !!

Welcome to this place !
ANWESA said…
@Lil' Priya,
:) That sounds sweet kiddo !
ANWESA said…
:) Thanks !!
ANWESA said…
Yeah,the first story....
ANWESA said…
That's such a great honour !! Thanks a lot !
ANWESA said…
Yeah,hope so....

Thanks !!
ANWESA said…
Thanks !
ANWESA said…

:) Felt great to read your reply ...
thus began a magnificent tale...

and lots of unkempt promises
ANWESA said…

Life is bitter-sweet,ain't it ?

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~Rabindranath Tagore
Note : This was one of  the earliest poems I read,loved and cherished.


Concealed by dark clouds
You keep shining.
Bright streaks of light
Dazzle me.
Enchant me.
And keep me waiting..
Waiting for you.

Amidst Soul-lessness

There is smoke somewhere. 
I cannot seem to figure out where. 
The lights are here, the music is here.
Has it been home here ?
Perhaps. Maybe when it did not rain.
Or maybe when it rained and it did not matter.
Maybe when I walked alone, smiling to myself. 
Or maybe when I realized I was okay.
Had it been always like this ?

Not really. 
Things clicked, took effort and blood. 
Did I do it ? Or the beasts did ? Maybe we both together,
Played this game. 
Amidst soulful solitude, it was love. 
Maybe appreciation.
Another journey, another dry spell. 
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P.S. : Penned at Candies, Bandra on 11th January 2017