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the unlikelihood

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Be it a tiger or a lion

it is unlikely that I join

whether you send request

or you toss a coin

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the divine fire

O the divine fire of love and affection

burn me with flames of your power

Bestow me with scorching evidence

douse me in that passionate shower

treasure of love should never be over

as there is plenty to spend all around

humans are poorer than never before

deficient of love and affectionate ground

outspread of love is turning orthodox

takers and givers have a different genus

neither the men look to be from mars

nor women appear to be from venus

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Good bye to all !

Though it takes too much of determination to say goodbye to WordPress, I have finally decided to do so. In this one and half year of my journey on this beautiful platform I had just awesome experiences. It is worthwhile to mention few of them on this day of bidding the farewell.

I want to apologise my fellow blogger who thought and expressed that my words are too much dipped in the flirting sap. Though I do not own a ransomware I wan not very sure what for she was afraid of? Even there was nothing physically possible online? Till now I didn’t understand how the relations became that toxic. She even mailed and asked me not to come on her board and stay off. I did that obediently. 

I also thank my other fellow blogger who asked for my photo praising my word (though I never believed that from the bottom of my heart) . I was also surprised that after knowing much about me, how can one ask for the photo? So I didn’t give that personally but I posted it on the site. 

I want to ask my other fellow blogger who was so excited to converse with me and we did that quite regularly for few days and nights. Then she inquired about my background and other details. I asked her to search on the site as there is a tunnel that leads to real me. May be she got into it and then all her conversations reduced and finally stopped. 

I want to apologise few other bloggers who followed me and asked to follow back that I didn’t do. I want to thank all other blogger who have become like my family conversing either on their site or mine almost everyday giving their beautiful and valuable inputs and comments. I will really miss all of them.

Last but not the least I want to thank WordPress for allowing me to hang on here without a valid literary passport. 

Thank you all. Good bye!!!

And this one is what came to my mind when I came across the prompt Toxic

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my identity card

wrinkle wrinkle little scar

I always wonder why you are

are you the age on the skin

or a self time counter within

are you the measure of smiles

or extra flesh revealing styles

why skin is the culprit for you

shall I plan to perform undo

do you occur on the soul too

do you visit other creature too

whatever you are but I owe you

I have worked hard to grow you

you are my hard earned reward

my embedded prized identity card

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falling in love with a poet

the way words come together and bow to you

the way expressions liquidate and flow to you

the way your writings make the world crave

the readers surrender self and become slave

you are literary soldier of this classical space

the captivating exaltation embedded in place

I have not seen you yet I know you from ages

your literary image has filled my empty pages

when I confront you someday I may not recognise

but the smell of your literature will always suffice

this is eternal bonding that connects two hearts

thus the story of falling in love with a poet starts