Love. Valentine. And some more love.
Note: this is a guest post by one of a reader, Sovik. You are free to write for a guest post!
My first valentine week was not that awesome.
I’m sad that I didn’t make it a big celebration.
Rose day, propose day went bad.
Which I thought to make large.
On chocolate and promise
I was not so well and wise.
Hug and a kiss day
Went same as each day.
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Actually I’ve never been
Through all these days
I’ve least knowledge about these
And so how I could I celebrate?
But I will let you feel special
And it might be the best gift for you
With my rhythm divine
And feelings wrapped within
It was my dream to live with you.
And enliven my love again
Singing song with my dear
It was a perfect scene. In my dreams.
A perfect couple there.
You and me.
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Refreshing the very beginning
With a feeling of love
Loving you from the heart
Giving you a A
Asking for a date
And some moments from you
I want to make it big
And propose you
I put my hand back
To hide something from you
You love dairy milk.
And that’s for you
Another surprise to enthuse you
Eager to open it, and spellbound
After seeing that white teddy
You smiled and jumped
Giving that silk I hold your hand
“I will love you and always will, and
Never will back off from our love”
Swearing you all happiness
And make you stand
Drops of tears fall out
And you hug me
You dwell in me
Like a river in ocean
Wiping those tears in that lonely night
I draw near your lips
You were reticent,
Still a desire to kiss.
And now it’s time
For you to leave
You were happy and
And blushing inside
I asked if you want to be
My valentine if ever
I was awestruck by your answer
“No, not if ever, I want to be forever”
So I’ll give to you this Valentine,
But I want to let you know,
It’s not just today, but always,
That I will love you so.
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I think you have got every missing gift
You see in others and hope more than those
I know your lips are widen now and eyes are wet
If I would be there. I would have capture this moment
Let us freeze this moment. Store it safely away
So it remains. Even if we leave this place
Written by: Sovik Mishra.
Image courtesy: Surya Narayan Mishra.
The Scars
The matchsticks, defining aspects of life.
Almost all. Some rightly, some with flaws.
Yet they emit a silent gleam.
A gleam of unspoken words and strange mindsets.
Strange in the sense, unthought off.
Life is all the same.
Everyone will feed, merrily
When in dire need.
No one will bother, once done.
Life, intensely vague.
vaguely deceptive.
The master. Will protect you, safely in a box.
From rains and flames.
But set you to the fire, when needed.
Throw you down, when used.
Crush you with feet, Ah. Life, the matchstick.
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Written by- Ajinkye
Photo by- Prachi.