Love-struck!



Stolen and preserved,
I kept your heart,
Inside my rib cage,
Closer to the place,
Where once,
Mine would beat.
I wish I could,
Rid the world,
Of it’s.

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Ticking clocks,
At least,
Only then perhaps,
I could still more nights,
I would spend
Watching you sleep
Right next to me.
Sealing moments
With a slender kiss
On your placid cheek.

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About the author:
Shreya I am pleased to announce that my blog will have a post regularly by
Shreya Chatterjee who is a writer by profession and a poet at will, apart from inventing newer ways of experimenting with creative expression. When not writing, she prefers traveling, reading books by fellow writers and reviewing the same and catching up with friends. Her debut book "Musings of a Wanderer" has been reviewed, appreciated and featured by qualified professionals. Get a glimpse of her writing on her blog at “A journey called…” or “A Vagabond and A Wizard

Blessed is the heart that can wish; it will never be broken.

Hi !
             Sorry, but do I know you?

You stopped singing?!
             I.. I am..
 
I know you don’t sing anymore, but why won’t you?
             Umm ..probably, I am not left with reasons to sing for!

Reasons?
             I am just a shallow person, with a broken voice now..

No, you are wonderful as always.
             Forget it! You won't understand..

Yours music comes through your soul. Don't let someone take it away. 
             But it hurts and kills to sing, anymore..

Unbreakable singer painter love voice

Your music keeps you happy and wishing. Do you want to push your savior away.
             Trust me, I can’t…no, not anymore.

Your music that makes you the charming girl with those dreamy eyes that make us smile and love. Don't let your gift go.
             STOP!…Please, I ..

Your music is your love, yours faith!. Don't let it get killed.
             Can I explain?

Your music has life, and so many others when we hear you sing your heart out. Don't let us be lonely without your voice.
             Are you joking? I am too helpless to help anyone!

What? NO..
            Yes, he told me I am not lovable as I fell apart so easily.

He was stupid, he couldn’t know you. It was his mistake.
Sorry, what?

Because who you are, who you always were or are and what is so wonderful about your soul, your music, is the truth that you are lovable.

What if, men could menstruate?

 

Sometime back, I read a note on this topic on my friend’s Facebook profile. This question was too tempting for me to avoid. Like always, I had an opinion, and this is what I said :

At the first instance or thought, we'd declare war with whosoever's scheming idea it was while living with it, may be while watching that cricket match on Television, we would be keenly looking out for those new car commercials and the 'Ads for Pads' !

No, not just any pads, not al all, these would be super-sized, and manly, with racing stripes and diagonals, with that Old Spice or Axe fragrance or with a Harley-Davidson logo; so that we can flaunt it as well!

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And we’d have sizes for all occasions and ‘figures’: Large, Xtra Large, and for the bigger babies 'Hung-like-you-can't-imagine!' :D

You see, if only Men could menstruate; it would be something we men would brag about ‘how long and how much’ since we’d count it as an enviable, boast-worthy, masculine event!

PS: Females would have to put up with men PMS, irritable and cribbing behaviour, ridiculous demands, unpredictable mood swings, etc and etc and etc..

Love will never die, you are a part of me..

Dear guy-that-I-never-wished-for,
You make me think, that if I ever love(d) you!
Sincerely, a-girl-who-pretended-she-didn't-bother
P.S. Isn’t this your birthday, do you want something?

Dear girl-who-I-always-wish-for,
And that makes me think, that if I kiss you ..would you realise?
Sincerely,that-boy-you-never-gave-a-chance
P.S. All I need is the girl who probably doesn’t love me!

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Dear guy,
Okay, let's just be straight, guy.
I would've noticed you, if I loved you even a bit!
P.S. A very Happy birthday to you!

Dear girl-I-can’t-stop-thinking-about,
Remember, you asked me to give up an year ago!
Do you still think that works?
P.S. I'm as young and restless!

 

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“The love game is never called off on account of darkness.”
~Tom Masson

I miss being careless!

 

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12:15 PM : It rained today in New Delhi. During the free time me and my colleague came down for coffee and were watching these kids play and enjoying the rain. It was as usual, and I clicked some pictures. Usual, isn’t it?

12:50 PM : It stopped raining and we moved back to office, and now when I have all the time to think, it made me realize that how we miss being ourselves, how we can never dare to NOT bother for the world and be happy and how responsibilities takes over and we miss out on all the life!

1:30 PM : Henceforth, I’ve decided to take out more time for myself and all the silly things I have missed doing over the past few years, since the time I started working.

Do you love rains as well, want to share some thoughts or the drops of such pretty crystals?

And his spirit returned..



When the walls broke,
When the guns roared,

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He held her close,
Closer Still,
When a bullet
found a hole
In his heart,
Holding her tighter
When more bullets
Gave birth
To many streams
Of fresh blood.
His spirits still
Haunt the charred house
His ghost
Missed the muffled cries
Of a dishonored woman

Tied for pleasure
In the barracks
Downtown.

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About the author:
ShreyaShreya Chatterjee is a writer by profession and a poet at will, apart from inventing newer ways of experimenting with creative expression. When not writing, she prefers traveling, reading books by fellow writers and reviewing the same and catching up with friends. Her debut book "Musings of a Wanderer" has been reviewed, appreciated and featured by qualified professionals. Get a glimpse of her writing on her blog at “A journey called…” or “A Vagabond and A Wizard

Isn’t she beautiful?



Those eyes
Are like waves, rippling as they blink,
Might shed crystals, as they’d sail through
Her riverbank cheeks
When she is in tears.

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Isn’t she beautiful?

Those hands
Softly they caress
To feel you on
Her chest,
Like soft curves in a stretch of sand.
 
Isn’t she beautiful?

Those lips
As seaweed flow across you,
Your arms
Your chest,
Your neck.

Isn’t she beautiful?

That body,
Lets you rest against her silken,
Being the lover
She always wishes for you.
Always trap you.

Isn’t she beautiful?

Unearthed, she will be
Unloved, he still is
Without the love of one
Ohh yes, indeed..

She is beautiful !

Beautiful in white - Shane Filan (Westlife)

Google Plus, you are such a ‘wanna-be pervert’ !

Dear Google Plus (+),

Please get a life, why would I like to have fun with ‘all my circles’ on a webcam. I am not such a virtual despo, better luck, next time!

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Yours sincerely,
People, who still believe in real life sex!

A single man’s letter to Facebook !

Dear Facebook,

Stop suggesting things I may "like". You are not my girlfriend!

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Yours sincerely,
Comfortably single!