Night games :D

sultry evening, sexy attire
biting lips, burning desire
loving hearts,talking eyes
let's give in to the vice
forward steps, inches between
soft whispers, caresses umpteen
passion and fire
pent up desire
soaring temperatures, searing emotions
enter into the valley of seduction
shed the duds, dim the flames
time it is, begin the games:D

Aila...Yeh Kya Kiya:(

No, the Sachin patent lingo bug has not bitten me:D

Aila is the name of the super cyclone which paid Kolkata and it's neighboring districts a visit...and what a visit it was.
It was the proverbial "came like a hail, went like the wind" sort of visit leaving everyone reeling behind in it's wake.

Kolkata roads were suddenly all green as more than 1800 trees were uprooted, yes I repeat 1800.
Approximately 300 deers were washed away from the Sunderbans region...More than 35 reported deaths...thousands homeless with no roof over their heads...just a summarized description of the newspaper reports of the destruction, of what Aila gifted us...Of course, what they didn't report is that Aila gifted more, it gave countless tears, an uncertain future, mental trauma, lost loved ones and what else not.

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What's with this weather mirroring my inner self...is this a way by Allah to tell me am not alone in this despair...is the whole city masked in a gloomy sky to make me not feel unwanted...does the storm rage out there to make me feel less despaired...are the trees crouching about to tell me am not the only one afraid...if that is so, I thank you Lord for this generosity but to tell you frankly, even all this is not working.

The senses are still dead...numb is still what I am.
I still cannot feel the drops of rain on my face
The strong billowing wind still does not sting the eyes
I still don't know why this is so
I still don't know why I am "Comfortably Numb"
Am not comfortable though...and yet I do not mind this
There is a certain magnetism in this state...it is appealing and alluring
It pulls me ever so close to it...and I can not help but get drawn to it
I wonder whether this is a choice I unwittingly made
I wonder whether I sort of like this
Tough questions all of these...no answers to them
None that I know of at least

There Will Be Blood...

A glass of red wine in his hand and a cigarette between his lips, he was lost in a reverie...of moments spent together under the night sky...of waking up and watching the red of the new dawn in embrace...of bare foot walks on unnamed beaches hand in hand...of the incessant whispering of those inane sweet nothings...of the crimson red of the blush which formed on her cheeks when he praised her beauty...of that dazzling red gown which he had gifted her on their first anniversary...of that breathtaking sight which she was in that gown...of that first night together in the throes of passion...of those countless bunch of red roses which he always brought for her...of the red of the blood which oozed from her hand when she pricked a thorn...of those promises made of togetherness forever...of protecting the flame in face of thunder...of keeping the flame of love alive forever.

Of awards and poetry

I have been awarded...not once, not twice but abso-brilliant-lutely three wonderful times...all in one single go:)

By whom....u ask?
As if you don't know...the pink orchid blooms across the length and breadth of blogsville and her petals adorn most corners:)
If you still haven't got it...the wondrest of wonderful souls who has bestowed this tremendous honor on moi is Kajal aka The Pink Orchid:)

V-day:)

It's V-DAY out here today in Kolkata...not Valentine's Day u mushy dumbos:D, it's voting day...the last phase of the biggest democratic exercise world over takes place today and am all set to exercise my franchise...Nopes, it's not the "Jaagore" effect, I was very much awake before they came up knocking to wake up offering tea...I refused, had they been offering Cappuccino, maybe I would have been tempted to attribute my awakening to their campaign:D

Ammi...

Gave me life

Brought me in this world

Held my hand

Taught me to walk

Wiping the tears

You have taught me to smile

When the world was dark

You were my light

By your side

I faced my fears

In your lap

Fell my tears

You are the strength

When I am down

Yours is the hope

Which is all abound

Dedicated to the best mother in the world
Have I told you lately, that I love you Ammi:)

Bait Baazi

Him:-Khwaab aksar dhundle par jaate hain

Sacchai ke aks mein oojhal ho jaate hain

Her:-Sacchai kya hai...aur kuch nahin

Bas ek khwaab jiski tabeer ho gayi ho

Him:-Har khwaab ki taabeer na ho to accha hai

In aankhon mein aksar bure sapne bhi baste hain

Her:-Sapnon ki duniya mein kho kar kahin aap

Apnon ke ehsaason ki ghaflat na kijiye

Him:-Saamne khade hain jo unse hum puchte hain

Sach ho ya khuli aankhon mein khwaab base hain

Her:-Haqeeqat hain hum....fasaanon mein nahin

Apne se hain hum...begaanon mein nahin

P.S. Concept plagiarized from Kajal:)