The Boundless Pleasures of Love

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No words could ever describe,

The way I feel for you deep inside,

The warmth of your embrace,

The tenderness of your touch,

Your gestures have me nonplussed.

Without you by my side,

I would be no more than a wretch.

 

Your hypnotic voice and mesmerizing smile,

Has me frozen forever in time.

You bring light to the eternal darkness of my soul,

You bring delight in the most random of moments.

 

When you wrap your arms around me,

A great passion fills my inner being.

When your fingertips trail the grooves of my waist,

It arouses within me an enigmatic sensation,

Of boundless pleasure and flaming passion.

 

I drown myself into your deep blue eyes,

When you look right through me,

Even as I feel that forbidden dream come true tonight!

Memories

After a long drawn out and high-conflict divorce, Mahika decided to take things to the next level and go out and meet someone new. She had been single for almost three years now and longed to find a companion, a kindred soul. She would often go out on dinner dates with suitable prospects on the insistence of her friends, but no one ever seemed to tickle her fancy. She did not just want to be someone’s love interest, rather she wanted to be with someone who could make her feel secure, safe and protected.

And then one fine day, while Mahika was waiting for one of her cousins inside a hotel resto-bar, in walked the most handsome man she had ever seen. He had an air of elegance and intrigue about him coupled with a touch of sassiness and brashness. He did not seem to be like the many men she had recently met. She instantly started wondering why he was alone.

His intense dark eyes, hooked nose and a sharply defined jaw-line had Mahika entranced instantly. With his brutally handsome features, the mystery man exuded a sensuality that could make women folks cluck. Not being able to take her eyes off him, Mahika looked him up and down. He was immaculately dressed and very well groomed; surely he would have women falling at his feet, I know I would, she thought smiling to herself.

Mahika drew in her breath and let it out slowly and gently even as she watched him from a distance for a few more minutes. She wondered how she could possibly bring herself to his attention without being too obvious, she longed to be back in a loving relationship. She tried desperately to attract his attention; she even bumped into him hoping he would start a conversation. The mystery man just smiled and made his way to the exit. Mahika followed close behind just catching a glimpse of him getting into a red sports car.

Thereafter, Mahika would return to the hotel’s resto-bar each week hoping to see him but he was nowhere to be seen. Three months passed ever since and she had almost given up all hopes of seeing him again. Then in he strolled, he sat down at the bar and ordered a drink. She looked at his smart suit and well groomed hair, I am not letting him go this time, she thought to herself.

She walked over to where he was sitting and pulled out the chair next to him. The mystery man introduced himself as Nirav and offered to buy her a drink. Mahika was so excited at finally getting his attention, she could hardly speak. They spent the evening talking and she was amazed at how relaxed she felt in his company. As the evening drew to a close, she was delighted when he asked to see her again. She was quick to hand over her phone number to him.

On Saturday afternoon the following week, Mahika’s phone rang, it was Nirav. “Would you like to accompany me for a movie and popcorn tomorrow”, he said. Mahika gritted her teeth in frustration, it was her best friend’s wedding and she couldn’t possibly let her down.” I’m sorry, Nirav, but I really can’t make it tomorrow as I have to go to a friend’s wedding”, she replied. Nirav seemed disappointed, “Well, maybe next time”, he said and hung up.

Two weeks passed by and Mahika thought Nirav had forgotten her, perhaps he thought she wasn’t interested or just didn’t like him. Then on Sunday that week, her phone rang, it was Nirav. “Hi Mahika! Would you like to accompany me to the beach today”, he asked. Mahika couldn’t believe what bad timing Nirav had, she had been in bed for a week with food poisoning. “Ummm…  I’m so so sorry, Nirav, I’ve been sick all this week. Maybe we can meet next Sunday” she said.

The next week came but there was no call from Nirav and she became upset. She had started developing an interest in him. She so wanted to talk to him and would always stare at her phone to see if he had called her up.

Then unexpectedly, Nirav rang two weeks later. “Hi Mahika, would you like meeting up for coffee this evening”, he asked. Mahika hesitated, it was her grandfather’s death anniversary and she could not possibly go out on a date with him.

Nirav hung up and Mahika burst into tears, she’d ruined it, she never thought he would contact her again. A month passed by and as Mahika sat relaxing on the sofa the phone rang, it was Nirav. “Would you like to accompany me to the zoo this Saturday” he asked. Mahika couldn’t contain her excitement; she was free to see him this weekend and quickly accepted his offer.

Nirav picked Mahika up in his sports car and as they walked around the zoo, he picked a flower, “This is to remind me of you”, he said as he placed the flower in his pocket. As they walked among the birds in the zoo, he picked up a feather, “This is to remind me of the place we visited” he said and popped the feather in his pocket with the flower. They had a lovely day together and as Nirav dropped Mahika home, he ran his hands across her cheek to her diamond earrings, “They look beautiful on you, they will always remind me of your beauty”, he said smiling.

The next day Nirav called up Mahika again, “Would you like to come over to my place and we can have a meal and maybe a glass of wine”, he asked. Mahika jumped at the chance, she could see herself becoming closer to Nirav with each date they went on. As Nirav drove up to his house he leant over to Mahika and said, “I think you should stay with me forever”, and laughed. As Mahika entered his house, she could smell the incense burning, the smell flowing throughout the rooms.

Nirav sat Mahika on the sofa while he entered the kitchen “Would you like a glass of wine while I prepare things”, he said. Mahika stood up and walked over to Nirav, “What are they?”, she asked as Nirav pulled out three jars and put them on the table. “They’re my memory jars”, he said. “Mahika looked puzzled. “Memory jars?”, she said. Nirav pointed to the first jar, “You take a jar and fill it with things from the past that you want to remember and keep forever”, he said.

Mahika looked at the first jar, it contained a movie ticket, popcorn and a pink button. The second jar was filled with sand, seaweed and a small gold bracelet. The third jar contained a few cookies and a coffee mug. Then Nirav smiled, “I have a present for you”, he said, holding out a delicately wrapped gift. Mahika started unwrapping the present, it was a glass jar filled with a flower and a feather.

“What is it?”, said Mahika putting the jar onto the floor. As she bent down a dark shadow covered her, she looked up to see Nirav standing over her, his arms raised and in his hands a blood stained axe. “It’s your memory jar, but it’s not quite finished yet”, he said snatching a diamond earring from her ear and throwing it into the jar.

Mahika screamed as a wave of fear swept over her, she covered her head to shield herself from the blows, even as the axe rained down on her. With her heart pounding right out of her chest, she let out incoherent piercing screams. The axe soon cut down deep into her throat severing her larynx. All that escaped through her lips was a gush of blood.

As her blood soaked body finally lay on the floor, Mahika could see Nirav pick the jar from the floor and put it next to the others in his collection.

Nirav showered and dressed, he put on his best suit and combed his hair in the mirror. He smiled at his reflection,” Immaculate”; he said as he picked up his car keys and headed for the resto-bar once again.

The Lovers’ Verse

On the sweet March 15^th, an angel wore down his defense,

Waiting for the elf’s love, he gave up on himself,

With passion smoldering in his eyes, he looked up to the elf.

 

Certain that he was falling in love with her,

The elf returns with love, care and deep emotion,

And the love struck angel with his elegant rhythm,

Wraps his arms around the elf’s sleek waists.

 

The angel starts off with a sweet and gentle peck on her cheeks,

Even as he traces the elf’s face from her forehead to her chin,

Pulling her closer to him, the angel grins wickedly,

And scoops the elf in his protective arms to kiss her deeply.

 

Happiness settles around them like a warm cloak,

Even as he places his mouth over hers and brings her close,

With their tongues tied and bodies intertwined together

In the purest form of love, the two are chained forever.

2012 in review

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Freedom

Sixteen year old Tanya sat quietly in her bedroom; she chewed anxiously on the end of her pen as her new storyline flowed through her imagination. She quickly picked up her notepad and began to write for fear she might forget something. She began writing.

The night was cold and as Ayesha stared at the window from behind the rusted bars, the moist condensation trickled down like a sad tear. Ayesha sat on the floor with her knees bent against her chest and her frail white arms hugged them tightly as she tried to stay warm. The hard grey tiles that she sat on were cold and uncomfortable.

Ayesha stared down at the floor and in the barest of light she saw a small black beetle scurrying beside her. She held out her finger and the beetle crawled onto it, as she laid it back onto the floor, it scurried off seemingly unaware that she had set it down in the same direction as it had come. She smiled briefly as it went on its way, wondering if she too would ever have the chance to taste the freedom to come and go as she pleased.

For three long years, Ayesha had been living in the basement of an old derelict house in the country. As a thirteen year old girl, Ayesha had been abducted from the street where she was playing by a masked man who pulled her into his car, bound and gagged her and forced her into the basement, locking the door behind her.

She suffered daily violence and abuse at this alcoholic’s hands and her frail bruised body shook constantly with fear. Now that she was sixteen, her captor turned to sexual abuse as well as physical abuse. As night approached, the metal key turned in the lock and Ayesha’s body started to tremble uncontrollably, she knew what was coming; it was routine now.

Her captor was always masked and his piercing eyes looking out from the torn mask burnt fear deep inside her. Ayesha could smell the alcohol in his breath as he approached her in the darkness and her heart beat so fast she thought she would pass out.

He grabbed hold of her long hair and twisted it tightly around his fist, he laughed as if to mock her futile attempt to pull away. He pulled her up onto her feet and dragged her through the door and into the bedroom and locked the door behind him. Ayesha’s eyes squinted as the light from a lantern was placed on the table beside her. He threw her onto the bed and raped her repeatedly.

After hours of violently abusing and beating her, his rage declined and Ayesha was led submissively back to the basement. She sat on the floor and cowered as he handed her a plate of food, she held out her hand hesitantly as he gave her a cup of water.

Day after day Ayesha’s life ebbed away as her abuser used her frail body for his own pleasures. She prayed that one day the police would find her and she would be free of his abuse forever. Another day dawned and another day she was beaten and abused by her captor.

The bubbly thirteen year old girl that had once been had now become a frail and pale faced unemotional shell. Ayesha sat on the floor in a corner of the basement, her eyes glazed vacantly as she stared into space.

At 11 a.m. Saturday, 12th of December 2012, armed police officers surrounded the house and forced their way in killing the kidnapper who had captured Ayesha. They entered the basement and called to Ayesha to confirm she was safe and that they had come to rescue her. The officers’ torches scoured the basement floor. They could see a small body curled up in the corner but to their horror as they approached they could see there was no sign of life left in little Ayesha’s body.

Ayesha had smashed her plate and used the sharp edges to slit her wrists. On the floor police officers could make out a message that Ayesha had written in blood as she lay bleeding. It read “In life, I had death but in death I shall live”.

Tanya put her notepad down and smiled smugly, that’s another essay out of the way she told herself. She lay down in bed and snuggled up under the duvet and went to sleep. When she awoke the room was in darkness, that’s odd she thought. She felt for the edge of the bed but was surprised to find that she was on the floor.

She began to walk cautiously towards the window, she tripped over a broken plate on the floor and as her arms outstretched to break her fall she found herself holding onto bars in front of the window. The windows were misted and a slow trickle of condensation slid down like a sad tear.

She jumped as a loud clank hit the door beside her, she held her breath with fear as a metal key slowly turned in the lock and the door creaked open. Standing in the doorway was a drunken masked man, she let out a horrific scream from the depths of her soul as it dawned on her that Ayesha was only her dream and she was still at the hands of her abuser.

Sometimes.. Somewhere

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Sometimes in life we feel so blue,
But someone somewhere is not as happy as YOU..

Somewhere far across the border, when a soldier sleeps
Missing his loved ones, he silently weeps..

Somewhere a mother painfully sighs,
Because her new born did not open his eyes..

Somewhere a poor dad silently cries,
When he sees his son begging for a bowl of rice..

Somewhere in an orphanage a little girl is sad,
When she misses her Mom and Dad..

At times, a reason to smile you may not have any
But always be thankful and don’t crib, don’t worry

Because life is beautiful and it’s not always blue,
And someone somewhere is not as happy as YOU!!!

Life Post Happily Ever After

Maya woke up long before the sunrise today and quietly crept out of her bed. She opened the windows of her bedroom and put her elbows on the window ledge to watch the sunrise. As a kid, Maya had always loved the beauty of the breaking dawn. Watching the sun rise had always cheered her up, no matter how she felt. She just hoped for the same now.

As the noise from the street hailed the beginning of the day, Maya walked along the empty hallway of her house, which was now filled by an eerie silence. It was that same old house, which once used to reverberate with the stifled giggles and roaring laughs of her children. But today, amidst the breathtaking stillness of her house, she could clearly hear the hum of the fridge, whirr of the compressors behind the air-conditioner and the tick-tacks of the giant wall clock. Her footsteps echoed through the house with a ferociousness that tore her ears apart.

Ever since Shekhar had left her, Maya’s heart had known only to bleed. It had bled when he had gone abroad, it had bled when he had refused to acknowledge her as his wife, it had bled when he had called her a useless rustic housewife whose hands only smelt of spices, it had bled when he had insulted her day in and day out and it had bled when he had uttered those ghastly words over the phone—”I don’t love you”.

Thereafter, pain no longer pained Maya and she had grown numb to pain and sorrow. The sharp stab that she felt when she saw Shekhar walking in with another bride, the pain of seeing another woman claiming her husband as her own, the unbearable agony of seeing another woman shutting the door to be intimate with the man she loved more than her life, the wounds of the numerous abuses and insults from them reminded her over and over again how worthless, how undeserving and how vermin like she was.

Maya had craved for it all to get over with the next dawn. How she had wished this was just a nightmare! Her disheveled hair and bloodshot, tired eyes that had not slept for eons narrated a horrific tale, which her lips did not utter; a reality that she had struggled hard to evade.

Soon after getting married to a foreign national, Shekhar fought for the custody of his two kids with Maya and the court agreed with him based on the false testimony of a psychologist that, “Children need a normal childhood, and it is not normal with a mentally unstable mother.”

Maya felt as if a thunderbolt had fallen on her. She vainly cried in the court, yelling that the evidences indicating towards her mental illness were not true and persuaded the magistrate to not to execute the order. She almost had a nervous breakdown and was seized with a violent hysterical fit. Like a tornado that reaps devastation in just a second, Maya found herself standing amidst a heap of rubble. She let out a blood-curdling animal like scream before darkness overtook her and she fell into a sense of oblivion.

Five years of Maya’s life had since been spent in an abyss of darkness and unknowingness. She was constantly plagued by the undeniable sense of not belonging, of having no roots.  Maya was always gripped by a subtle irritating feeling of deep aloneness that could never be satisfied no matter how many people she used to be with. Life seemed to be empty and meaningless to her and no comfort or sympathy could ease her pain.

Though Maya had already died as a person, but she was born again when she started working as a social worker for an NGO. She started working selflessly towards the betterment of the poverty stricken and down trodden. Though it was still painful for her to address her own emotional scars, yet she had now come to appreciate life’s complex tapestry.

From absolutely reveling in being married to being separated from Shekhar and the kids and healing herself by helping the needy and the destitute, Maya had come a long way. Her vacant eyes would often sweep through the barren past and for an instant they reminded her of Shekhar. However, she would shrug off the uneasy feeling and wear it with an attitude of indifference. Indifference was not her choice, it was her lifeline now. Not hate, but the remnants of love unrequited and indifference had frozen her soul.

Love is

Sometimes love is true..
If it’s for you..
It will surely be so..

Love doesn’t grow on trees..
It makes people go weak on their knees..

Love is happiness..
Love is sorrow..
If you believe in it..
It will always be here and there
today and tomorrow..

Love is like a rainbow
which comes after a rain
To feel it..
you will have to go
through some setbacks and some pains..

Love is like sun’s rays
After dark..
You know you will get it
Till then
you just have to walk
that lonely path..

I Dream…

I dream of strange horizons,

Where the sun never sets.

I dream of strange lands,

Where the sky is strange to me.

I dream of landscapes,

That are new and strange.

I dream of lands,

That only I have ever seen.

I dream of travels around the globe,

Looking at a new sunset every day,

And at a new sunrise every morning.

I dream of crawling through tiny spaces,

And looking at the small beaches no one ever visits,

At the pristine white sand no one ever treads on.

I wish to wake up every morning not knowing where the road will take me,

Not caring about where I might end the night.

I want to live every moment as if it were my last.

I dream of stars and their secrets,

Of the millions of stories in their bellies.

I dream of the pristine planets around them,

I dream of the strange rings that surround them.

As my mind’s eye wanders the night sky,

Rushing through space, escaping earth, escaping.

I float away, imagining the brilliant beauty that surrounds us,

The comets, the meteors, the lost planets that may have thrived with life once.

I travel to dead stars, I sit and ponder on their glorious lives.

I attend supernovas and big bangs, look at a new star being born.

I see gas clusters, I see planets forming, I see the beginning of life.

I dream far and wide, my body floats away,

Trying to gauge the length to the other galaxy, yearning to know its secrets.

I dream of a place far away from here, a place for me, a place to where I belong, where the sun never sets, and where the sky shines blue, where the beaches have no one’s footprints but my own, where the world stands still as I lie down, where I can be quiet and listen to my heart beat, my breath, where I can sit and not notice the time pass me by.

I dream!!! PERIOD.

All Alone With My Broken Dreams

The night is dark,
The night is young,
The night hides me away from the sun,
Yet I find peace in the night, When am all alone,
That’s a place in the dark, All of my own,
For when the sun will be shining bright,
All my follies will be coming to light,
And I will be left for all to see,
A broken person with all my broken dreams.