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Sep 2020 · 175
Loveless
Saumya Sep 2020
People whom I loved,
I don't wish to love em' anymore,
Friends who were once my throb,
I don't wish to talk to em' anymore,
People who were fond of me,
I don't wish to smile at them anymore.


A pride that I once had in me,
I've no more,
A zeal for life I once had,
Is leaving me more and more,
I'm perplexed bout whom to blame?
Me, my life, my extensive,
Or my soul?
I'm the same,
But I'm not the same anymore!
For those days I feel loved and pampered,
Life seemed to bless me more,
But I no more feel the same,
But a loveless being,
Sitting at remorse's door!




Wierd is our world,
And wierd are some souls,
Loving and being loved,
Sometimes feels no lesser than a soar.


The world sometimes feels better
without your existence,
And so do you.
Then why yearn for such affection,
That's one day gonna be due?


Clueless are some days,
And so are you,
For numbness rules one inside out,
And it all seems blue


You're then left no more
like a loveless lot,
For so much happens around
by nothing really touches you
Unloved, uncared, unperceived
Hopeless, distressed, empty,
While the world round'
Busy relishing the it's hues,
While you're left spent,
worthless, unquenched
With all your dues,
With all your hues.
Saumya Sep 2020
To the freebird that wants to fly,
Let her fly.
To the freebird that yearns to soar high,
Let her heart forever pump delight,
To the freebird that aims high,
Let her sobs reach no height,
To the freebird that often asks 'why?'
Let her world be full of soothing surprise,
To the freebird that always simplifies,
Never, never, doubt her why's.
To the freebird, that will never be your type,
Know, perceive that she's unique,
and the best of her type!
To the freebird, who's only need is her flight,
Her fluttering feathers, her skies,
Don't limit, don't judge,
Don't argue, and do not deprive,
Just let her fly
High and high
High and high
To the infinite,
Unending heights.
....as that's what will only set you both alright!
Note:

Here,
Freebird=The Woman/Girl child who wants to do a lot more than what people can never  think  of se can't.A soul who has the potential to do a lot, and deserves so much!  but the people deprive her of it often

Please go through the entire poem and let me know how was it to you.All comments, feedbacks etc. Are most welcome 😊
(P.s-Also, let me know a better titile for this poem, if any pops up in your mind)

Happy Writing!✨
May 2020 · 218
Take Me To A Place Unknown
Saumya May 2020
Take me to a place unknown,
A place that knows no flesh and bones,
Take me to a place unknown,
A place that knows no battles for thrones,
Take me to a place unknown,
A place that knows you're never alone,
Take me to a place unknown,
A place that sooths the souls forlorn,
Take me to a place unknown,
A place where miseries' forever unknown,
Take me to a place unknown,
A place where truths shine all alone,
Take me to a place unknown,
A place where love has no pros and cons,
Take me to a place unknown,
A place where's no one,
But I... I'm all alone,
Amidst the ideal nature I've yearned and known
Alone from the world,
Alone from the people,
Alone from the souls I loved,
Alone from the souls that loved me back,
Alive, alone, refreshed,
But dead, almost forever in their zone
And thence no more no one's...anything.
And...a someone in people's memory
No more, but always reverd and known.
Life becomes very intolerable and complex sometimes, and it is then the minds needs such an escape.

I hope you've a good read my friends :)

Have a great day! :)
Sep 2019 · 197
Today Was The Day
Saumya Sep 2019
Today was the day,
We met.
Not really as lovers,
But some fortunate strangers.

Today was the day,
Our eyes gazed each other's,
They felt, percieved, and learnt
Something fascinating bout each other's
Not really as lovers,
But some fortunate strangers.

Today was the day,
Before an year,
We were just so unaware of each other!
yet somehow touched ,
by a glimpse of each other.
Not really as lovers,
But some fortunate strangers.

Today was the day,
We exactly conversed,
Unaware, and clueless,
Of whatsoever,
Yet intensely curious to know each other,
Not really as lovers,
But some fortunate strangers.

Today was the day,
That introduced us to 'us'
The silent, observant you
The Chatty, silly me
Not really as lovers,
But some fortunate strangers.

Today was the day,
We fell for each other,
And heartily gave a consent,
On being with each other,
For the rest of our lives,
For many more years,
Not really as just lovers,
But endearing life partners forever!

Days swept by,
And it's yet the same day,
It's now one year,
To our meeting,
To our greeting,
And the innocent love,
That blossomed from there.

Thank heaven!
Thank Gods!
For adding this magnificent glare,
For this Loving figure,
For blessing me with a hubby like mine,
With whom life seems good,
Even in it's blues
Without whom a day is unimaginable,
Like the night sky without moon!
Whose arms are the most soothing shelter,
I can always pursue,
For a martial bond, As ours
where we'll always be dear,
To each other
And love will blossom
Through and though .
May 2019 · 215
On Being A Conjunction
Saumya May 2019
Binding, yet unbinding a lot more than just something

Joining two families, two souls,  into one being,
Yet sacrificing  your very sweet being,

Hiding, yet unhiding a lot more than something

Smiling, yet Compromising a lot more than just Something,

Being Yourself, yet fencing a lot more than 
Something,

Is being a Conjunction,
Really easy?
Or easliy interesting?
Conjunction=The responsibility of being a significant part of two families (one's own and the better half's)❤️
Apr 2019 · 194
Reflection
Saumya Apr 2019
There's more to a person,
Than their faces.
There's more to a book,
Than their pages.
Mar 2019 · 333
'She'
Saumya Mar 2019
'She' was but a fly,
With wings, stripes like butterfly's
She dreamt of skies,
To sore high and high,
Before that moment,
when the zephyr whispered, smiled,
Sweetly, serenely,
In her hearts's eyes,
In pious, utmost delight,
And made her realise:
'Your world itself is a beautiful surprise,
That's tremendous enough to take ya miles!'
Just a rambling :)
Feb 2019 · 252
The World Behind
Saumya Feb 2019
Behind all closed doors,
there are some open spaces,
Behind all Happy souls,
There are some sad faces.
Behind all eyes,
Is a story, it visually narrates.
Behind all worries and strifes,
There's a wierd, soothing solace.
Behind silence,
There's always a loud voice, that whispers, percieves and waits.
Behind all Smiles,
Is a mysterious story, with words at stake.
Behind all lies,
There's truth, that knows no haste
Behind this rapid,
lively, yet  lifeless life,
There still a life, that knows patience viz never a waste!

Behind us beings,
There's a something,
There's an energy,
An eternal someone,
Watching, gazing, beholding,
At what it has made,
And still makes,
Knowing, hoping, percieving
That it will once realise
Life's always about good choices,
Good efforts, Good companions, Good thoughts and great tastes!
Behind us masked people,
There's a Godly sage.
...Just a rambling :)
Feb 2019 · 181
The Truth -(Part 19)
Saumya Feb 2019
Weird though it may seem, but some people who seem to be unpleasant or rash sometimes  are actually the most pleasant and kind ones, and it is instead the ones whom you've known  to be the most pleasent and kind ones, turn out to be the opposite of it.

It is hence you ought to be both persevering, patient and adaptable with life, always.  You never know your next moment, your next situation, nor how long and how exactly might it affect you,  nor does the other person. But then, acting right  at right point of time and at the right situation is what is still a responsibilty that you should spare yourself from.!Respecting people and being kind to them is good, but then ya never outaa be so kind and good enough to them, that it gives them the liberty to take you for granted, and disrespect and be unkind to you at any cost.
Jan 2019 · 198
The Truth (Part-18)
Saumya Jan 2019
There's so much into so little sometimes, that, that 'little' does'nt remain little anymore but an immense epitome of deep grandness to the very eyes that are persevering and empathetic enough!
Continuation of the chapter from my book,  "The Philosophical Lessons Life Taught "
Saumya Jan 2019
Shade by shade,
Layer by layer,
crust by crust,
I'm understanding you.
But you, dear pal,
End up thinking, whining
I'm heartless indeed!
And all I'm left with now,
Is a sigh of grief,
At a phase,
When I wished it to be a huge relief!

I know we're meant to be,
But how, if you always doubt me?
Dec 2018 · 387
On Thinking Of Him(Sensual)
Saumya Dec 2018
His thoughts keeps her eyelids dreaming all night,
Her fingers and her sighs become the best delights,
When memories of him, cross thru her  mind.
She opens her up and down,
Caressing and ******* herself
For her very favorite clown.
Her sighs and movements then knows no bounds,
When her fingers play religiously,deliciously and wildly,
Across and inside her mound .

Ah!  My lover,
Ah!  dear he,
His name is what,  
She secretly repeats.
While her movements grow hard,
Outside, inside and really deep.

She repeats the movement,
Can't really sleep,
His thoughts make her wet,
Deep and deep.

She rubs herself,
After ******* deep,
With a pillow,
The one she secretly keeps.

Her ah convert to Ahhhhs so sweet,
As contending thoughts keep her in peace,
And once she **** for him so deep,
It makes her then, sleep well indeed!
For my Fiance.
Dec 2018 · 377
Why Just Rose?
Saumya Dec 2018
The world  is full of
So much to know,
And love is  a blessing,
Us blessed souls know,
They why oh people,
They why dear folks,
Then why dear guys,
And gals we know,

Use Rose as the flower to express their love?
When nature adorn earth with flowers much more?!
I ask dear people,
I'm curious, so I need to know,
Is why you chose just 'Rose'
That you always chose,
To express  love or well,  to propose?
Or well, maybe  because you're just so obsessed with rose?
Just a pondering :)
Saumya Dec 2018
You may know, yet you've to pretend like you don't.
You may see, yet you've to behave like you haven't.
You may not feel comfortable, but you have to feel like you are.
You may not wish to smile, yet you have to.
You may wish to sleep more, yet you won't always get to.
You may feel like leaving everything,
everyone aside, and sob off
that pestering hell,
yet you've to stick around, and behave like all is well .
You may yearn to be truly you,
Yet you can no more be your old, original self.
I'm soon gonna get married, by May last year,  and here's how I'm feeling right  now.
All your suggestions etc, regarding the poem etc are most welcome.

Thank-you.
Oct 2018 · 626
The Truth (Part-17)
Saumya Oct 2018
They will always be able to see the happy and contended you, and admire  or envy that. But it takes a deep heart and a tremendously empathetic person to admire your simplicity, your flaws, and love ya for that, and admire you with your imperfections . behold and perceive the pain, the worries and fears that you go through often, but is all so perfectly  hidden  within your deepest shell, that no-one except you and a precious heart can really  see, and still love the way they always did, despite discovering the real you now.
Sep 2018 · 1.0k
On Walking With A Ghost..
Saumya Sep 2018
Yesternight, for a while,
When the doors were closed,
I heard a howl from an alluring primrose:
'Arise, Awake lest wear a cloak,
It's twelve, it's midnight
Our turn to explore'


Amazed, afraid yet stunned from this roar,
I steped, and ran towards the front door.
I peeped up and down,
Around all its cores,
But nothing except a melody was all I could explore! _

Curious, Agitated,
With a thirst to know more,
I sat restless
Gazing at the door.

Again came a shrill cry,
Of a man once known,
'May I enter, enter the door
And have some toast?'

Oh! All I could listen
Was to give him a toast,
But ah! I could'nt see
His head or nose!

I wondered, I wandered,
I could see him for sure,
But ah! This figure
I could see not anymore.

I turned back and walked towards my room's floor,
I felt some steps, following me for sure
I ceased, I turned and looked to the door,,
But couldn't see anything once more,
Before I sat in disgust,
Next to a pillow

I was hungry and thirsty,
So couldn't resist more,
And cozily teared a packet
To have some toast

But oh! a bite from it,
Or more,
Gave me chills, and shudders
Of kinds I never had for sure!

I turned back,
Saw a black big ghost,
I cried out loud,
And he stared more and more
He patted my shoulders,
Casually ya know!

His eyes so red,
And puffy ya know,
His skin was stained,
With humanish gore.

His nails so, long,
His figure so stout,
His cheeks and neck
Were a sorry sight
Oh! I dreaded seeing him,
And mostly looked out.
And prayed that he left Me
alone in my house

He sensed my annoyance,
The disgust I had then,
He sensed that I was scared,
From this ghostly man!

He smiled a smile,
I wondered then why,
He asked me to sit,
Saying twould all be alright,
If I'd have a seat
And plan not to fight.

Puzzled, annoyed, yet
I listened to it all,
As I sat down firmly,
In my dreary dining hall

He sat when I sat,
And asked me for small,
A glass of water, some toast
And shawls

I handed him some toast,
In his palms too large,
And served him water,
In a vessel much large

He ate and drank,
And burped so high,
And asked me
To give him a shawl
As twas late midnight

Scared, agitated,
I still dared to ask,
'May I know why thee need a shawl?
You look to un-human,
Behave not like us even,
I'm sure, you're a ghost,
From some hearthy heaven!

What makes ya come in my
Room afterall,
As I know the main door was locked afterall?
And While all are asleep, in this night too dark?'

He grinned,
He smiled,
Like a man too wise,
While his eyes were full
Of lamentous skies.
He Replied with a sigh,
With angst and disgust
Bleeding from his eyes:

'Ya got it right,
Ya got it right,
I'm a loveless,
Forsaken, deserted knight,
Once loved, twice rejected,
And sent to demise,
By my children, and thence by dear wife!'.

I begged for my food,
I begged for my home,
But Oh what I got?
Was a life alone!

I loved them most,
They hated me utmost,
I was fooled by the ones
Who I thought were so close!

I lost my health,
I lost much more,
I lost my body,
Because of them therefore!

But ah! This time,
The time and our deeds,
Yield just that
What best deserve thee!

I begged for them then,
They beg, beg now,
They loved me not then,
No one loves them now,
And oh what they are they,
Is but a sad, sad clown!
And ah what they earn,
Is but a ***** frown!

This shawl oh girl,
That I asked ya to give,
Was for my unfortunate,
Unhealthy kids.

I can't see them weep,
And beg at streets,
I can't see them starve,
For their slightest meal.

I tread in dark,
And sob at my children,
I wish, I wish
I could atleast pamper them!
And a shawl this night,
In this chilly, frosty night,
Would what i think,
Would be the best present,
But my dear, deserted, unloved children
To rest in this night.
So cold to awaken.

I walked with him,
He walked with me,
He showed me the place,
Where lay his children,
In an utterly bad state.


I asked him to wait,
Ran back to my house,
And collected all the shawls
I got that night.


I came back running,
With the heap of shawls,
While my tears knew no end,
I knew not ,how to stop them at all!


He grabbed the shawls,
Handed it to them,
But ah those kids!
Couldn't feel his hands.


He smiled and sobbed
At this instance,
And thanked me well,
With his shivering big hands!


He asked me a leave,
With his heart at sleeves,
While he vanished in grey,
In those dusty, grey streets.

Just an imagination :)

Please let me know how was this poem.( This is my very first horror poem this far.)
Sep 2018 · 2.0k
On Walking With A Ghost..
Saumya Sep 2018
Yesterday, for a while,
When the doors were closed,
I heard a howl from an alluring primrose:
'Arise, Awake lest wear a cloak,
It's twelve, it's midnight
Our turn to explore'


Amazed, afraid yet stunned from this roar,
I steped, and ran towards the front door.
I peeped up and down,
Around all its cores,
But nothing but a melody was all I could explore! _

Curious, Agitated,
With a thirst to know more,
I sat restless
Gazing at the door.

Again came a shrill cry,
Of a man once known,
'May I enter, enter the door
And have some toast?'

Oh! All I could listen
Was to give him a toast,
But ah! I could'nt see
His head or nose!

I wondered, I wandered,
I could see him for sure,
But ah! This figure
I could see not anymore.

I turned back and walked towards my room's floor,
I felt some steps, following me for sure
I ceased, I turned and looked to the door,,
But couldn't see anything once more,
Before I sat in disgust,
Next to a pillow

I was hungry and thirsty,
So couldn't resist more,
And cozily teared a packet
To have some toast

But oh! a bite from it,
Or more,
Gave me chills, and shudders
Of kinds I never had for sure!

I turned back,
Saw a black big ghost,
I cried out loud,
And he stared more and more
He patted my shoulders,
Casually ya know!

His eyes so red,
And puffy ya know,
His skin was stained,
With humanish gore.

His nails so, long,
His figure so stout,
His cheeks and neck
Were a sorry sight
Oh! I dreaded seeing him,
And mostly looked out.
And prayed that he left Me
alone in my house

He sensed my annoyance,
The disgust I had then,
He sensed that I was scared,
From this ghostly man!

He smiled a smile,
I wondered then why,
He asked me to sit,
Saying twould all be alright,
If I'd have a seat
And plan not to fight.

Puzzled, annoyed, yet
I listened to it all,
As I sat down firmly,
In my dreary dining hall

He sat when I sat,
And asked me for small,
A glass of water, some toast
And shawls

I handed him some toast,
In his palms too large,
And served him water,
In a vessel much large

He ate and drank,
And burped so high,
And asked me
To give him a shawl
As twas late midnight

Scared, agitated,
I still dared to ask,
'May I know why thee need a shawl?
You look to un-human,
Behave not like us even,
I'm sure, you're a ghost,
From some hearthy heaven!

What makes ya come in my
Room afterall,
As I know the main door was locked afterall?
And While all are asleep, in this night too dark?'

He grinned,
He smiled,
Like a man too wise,
While his eyes were full
Of lamentous skies.
He Replied with a sigh,
With angst and disgust
Bleeding from his eyes:

'Ya got it right,
Ya got it right,
I'm a loveless,
Forsaken, deserted knight,
Once loved, twice rejected,
And sent to demise,
By my children, and thence by dear wife!'.

I begged for my food,
I begged for my home,
But Oh what I got?
Was a life alone!

I loved them most,
They hated me utmost,
I was fooled by the ones
Who I thought were so close!

I lost my health,
I lost much more,
I lost my body,
Because of them therefore!

But ah! This time,
The time and our deeds,
Yield just that
What best deserve thee!

I begged for them then,
They beg, beg now,
They loved me not then,
No one loves them now,
And oh what they are they,
Is but a sad, sad clown!
And ah what they earn,
Is but a ***** frown!

This shawl oh girl,
That I asked ya to give,
Was for my unfortunate,
Unhealthy kids.

I can't see them weep,
And beg at streets,
I can't see them starve,
For their slightest meal.

I tread in dark,
And sob at my children,
I wish, I wish
I could atleast pamper them!
And a shawl this night,
In this chilly, frosty night,
Would what i think,
Would be the best present,
But my dear, deserted, unloved children
To rest in this night.
So cold to awaken.

I walked with him,
He walked with me,
He showed me the place,
Where lay his children,
In an utterly bad state.


I asked him to wait,
Ran back to my house,
And collected all the shawls
I got that night.


I came back running,
With the heap of shawls,
While my tears knew no end,
I knew not ,how to stop them at all!


He grabbed the shawls,
Handed it to them,
But ah those kids!
Couldn't feel his hands.


He smiled and sobbed
At this instance,
And thanked me well,
With his shivering big hands!


He asked me a leave,
With his heart at sleeves,
While he vanished in grey,
In those dusty, grey streets.

Just an imagination :)

Please let me know how was this poem.( This is my very first horror poem this far.)
Sep 2018 · 199
Her Love For Books...
Saumya Sep 2018
And one fine day, She uttered her truths,
A truth that had been, ever misunderstood:
That people were great, some often good,
But oh their certainty, stability are such goods,
Each in the control of time's  hook,
Ever transforming like a fountain or brook,
But none can complete with
The loyalty of books.
It's intensity, it's intimacy and all forsooth,
Are truly the virtues that nurtures one like good food.

The time, it's tides, or the world in blue,
All tells, all revolve round a nucleus,
Called 'Book'.
It lets you have a look, inside your very own look.
People come, some wait some go,
Who knows what, why, and who'd next go ?
There are the grains of time bound sand,
They slip off swift, from your happy land.

But oh a book, Once in your hand,
Is the precious companion,
For your very life's span,
As it nurtures your soul,
Into a wiser man's!

And Oh when the world,
Doesn't give a ****,
Why not approach a book,
That gives you plans,
Of letting go it all ,
that isn't a cinch worth your plans?

Stick in with these gems, the most then you can
For they tell that, what most often can't
Of life, it's creator, it's creatures, it's land,
Of all that you've wondered,
And still can.

The people, the time, all creatures, and land
All change, all change,
In time's hand,
But ah! The books,
And worthy men,
Who like and love to read
Often, often, as much as they can,
Are but Indeed blessed by a 'friend'
That can never fail them,
They can approach as they wish,
And any time, as much as they can.

The tides, the storms, are but their friends,
For they sail them off to other land,
A land that may embrace,
The persistence in them.
They endure, endure, as much as they can,
But Oh! That they complain,
Show pride in them?
Is something that we never see of them.

They're eternal, they're lively,
And inspire men,
Even when the rains,
Imbibes it's words
And takes them off into a land.

Their words, their thoughts,
Are like seeds in a garden,
That feeds well our love for devotion,
And feeds our delicate heart and brain.

Oh if I get to chose between the two,
A book, and a wealthy person,
A book, A book, is what I'll choose,
As it's my undying loyal friend,
An indispensable manure,
For my mind's garden!
All your feedbacks are most welcome :)
Aug 2018 · 7.5k
The Truth-(part 16)
Saumya Aug 2018
It is often when I tend to pause and introspect  on life, my experiences with in in general. It is in such moments, I feel  myself imbibed, yet  so stunned  at the realisation of the fact, that it is so knowingly, yet often most unknowingly that we affect everyone whose life's paths we cross through! It may sure be the case that  we don't mean too much to a person as the other person already does, but then, what we still are mostly unaware of at that moment, is how beautifully, intensely or pathetically does our little acts and attitudes may be already affecting others, and theirs to us. Would our  lives be okay as it is currently, when the same situation is just altered a little by deducting air from it? Would we still be sitting so patiently as we are now, even if everything was same, except the mere deduction of water from our life? The mere absence of shelter and food yet again are the elements, whose mere mention of absolute deductance would be good and great enough to stop the mere throbbing of our heartbeats which might already have slowed or rather started being too swift by now!
It is interesting, how some elements are just a trifle to be valued, before we realise how worse our lives could be
only by their absence, or well departure! Doesn't that same rule applies for us people too? Most don't value  the hardworking yet lowly paid people like a builder or the labourer who builds their House, or mansion, as much as they value their guests and inhabitants that get into it after it's finally finalized. The guest obviously are worth the praise but aren't those
labours?  ask this to yourself for a moment, that what would your house be like if there were no labourers to make that happen! The house that keeps us safe and cosy now, is but many  day and night's struggles of someone who worked hard to make it happen in reality. He, his soul deserves to be praised for making your dream, your dream home come alive! It often makes me smile at some kindered souls whose ultimate profession is working for humanity, it's wellness, It's enrichment, It's improvement, and it's best progress, therefore I can't help but smile wide, when I come across a truly  honest teacher, doctor, mentor, poets or writers ever. They have a spark that's so  refreshing, inspiring and contagioud! They indeed are those eminent souls who nurture and enrich the souls of others so piously and profoundly, and it is often that they are just  so unaware of this preciousness and the greatness they so majestically possess!They pour in us, the true essence of the goodness our world is made up of, and make us feel a like a viable part of it. They brighten our days. it's a blessed blessing to be in the company of such gems, truly!

Afterall, us humans are so alike the state of matter called 'liquid', that is known for its 'adaptability' .It hardens and softens with  the change in temperature. sometimes hardened by our outer world's that haunts us often, yet are very eagerly  inter-convertible. And it is hence, when  the truest, and enlightening essence of  eminent souls touch us, embrace us, we transform in their moulds, sometimes and little and sometimes a lot. Sometimes very finely, and sometimes too coarsely, built in a confined type with the advent of time, and it is then, years after years, we become a person and then a personality that we let time , and the people that tread through it, in our lives transform us into. Every little to large element affects us, in ways we often don't know of. Everything teaches and tells us of life it's stories, it comes with lessons, and our hearts, out consciousness perceives them too, from time to time. We  shape mysteriously, yet so mysteriously   in and into the vessel of life eventually, that we interestingly don't realise the intensity of the change until someone else remarks us of it, and makes us realise it. These changes are just this mystical and inevitable! And change is the law of time.
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Saumya.
Saumya Aug 2018
If 't be true i ev'r befall to meeteth myself,
i'd sitteth graciously on silence's table,
and studyeth mine own evolved, yet un-evolv'd self,
undisturbed, unhurried, un-agitated,
by w'rld's brightest gulf
. and smileth backeth, as i seeth myself.


if 't be true i ev'r befall to meeteth myself,
i'd sitteth comf'rtably on peace's table,
and gaze mine own wounded, yet un-wound'd self,
un-agitated, un-deviated, unmoved,
by w'rld's s'rry self
. and smileth backeth, as i seeth myself.

if 't be true i ev'r befall to meeteth myself,
i'd sitteth calmly on agony's table,
and obs'rve mine own painful, yet not painful self,
unmoved, undaunted, unleashed,
by w'rld's weirdest self,
. and smileth backeth, as i seeth myself.

if 't be true i ev'r befall to meeteth myself,
i'd sitteth fain on glee's table,
with mine own eyes smiling, and smiling at myself,
unaffected, unguarded, unremitted,
by w'rld's unrequit'd self
. and grineth backeth, at myself.

if 't be true i ev'r befall to meeteth myself,
twill forsooth beest a did bless, contending  miracle,
as yond's at which hour i couldst pateth & greeteth myself,
in real, in real, in real!
and maketh this fact p'rceivable,
yond our w'rld may sure oft hest struggles,
and our m're existence in t,
may just beest negligible,
but we nev'r gotta f'rget
to stayeth hopeful, smileth and giggle,
nay matt'r how hard the struggles,
as yond's the most wondrous fuel,
yond can oft causeth miracles,
in a w'rld,
so obsess'd with struggles!

And then with a sigheth,
a blooming grineth,
yet a sparkling desire within,
i'll did bid myself,
a farewell
Jul 2018 · 4.5k
If I Ever Meet Myself
Saumya Jul 2018
If I ever happen to meet myself,
I'd sit graciously on silence's table,
And study my evolved, yet un-evolved self,
Undisturbed, unhurried, un-agitated,
By world's brightest gulf.
...and smile back, as I watch myself.


If I ever happen to meet myself,
I'd sit cozily on peace's table,
And watch my wounded, yet un-wounded self,
Un-agitated, un-deviated, unmoved,
By world's sorry self
...and smile back, as I watch myself.

If I ever happen to meet myself,
I'd sit calmly on agony's table,
And observe my painful, yet not too painful self,
Unmoved, undaunted, unleashed,
By world's weirdest self,
...and smile back, as I watch myself.

If I ever happen to meet myself,
I'd sit gladly on glee's table,
With my eyes smiling, and smiling at myself,
Unaffected, unguarded, unremitted,
By world's unrequited self.
...and grin back, at myself.

If I ever happen to meet myself,
Twill indeed be a blessed, contending  miracle,
As that's when I could pat & greet myself,
In real, In real, In real!
And make this fact to myself perceivable,
That Our world may sure often demand struggles,
And our mere existence in it,
May just be negligible,
But we never gotta forget
To stay hopeful, smile and giggle at ourselves,
No matter how hard,
or harder are the struggles,
As that's the precious fuel,
That can truly cause miracles,
In a world,
Often so obsessed with struggles!

And then with a grin,
A sparkling hope within,
I'll bid myself,
A sweet, serene,
farewell.
Just a thought :)
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Jul 2018 · 660
The Truth-(part 15)
Saumya Jul 2018
It is often in our lives, when we stand at a crossroad, of  'What, how, when, and where'.When holding on, and letting go, both  may almost feel the same and  create the same rippulous effects.We are ultimately most hesitant then, and least confident about our very next step, which would actually be the ****** of our days to come. Why think, rethink, and think of it so much then, that we may end up doing nothing? why just not go for what we think, and give it a bright chance?

Life's an adventurous road, and sometimes we  do need to come out of the cocoon that we've been so far, so as to step in to the next, genuinely  miraculous step, instead of being dragged into the dullness of what we've been.Some steps may obviously require a new energy, a new and fresh us, but if somewhere you feel that it's worth giving it a try, bless yourself by going for it!  we certainly do not get a second chance for everything, and if we somewhere believe that taking a risk can fix it all, its worth going for it. We all have fallen, gotten up, and walked again as kids...and it is indeed that zeal, to learn, to stand up, and walk, which made it all happen! But, can you imagine how regrettable your life indeed would've been, if you refused to get up and walk again, once you fell down and got hurt while you  were learning to walk initially?

You certainly know, what is good for you, and what exactly is'nt. Stop compromising and limiting yourself with better, when you already know,that you're worth the best! work for it, take risks, and get it! It might surely take some risks and struggles to get to that pinnacle sometimes, but once you get through it, your very experiences of it will be overwhelming. What worst could happen to you in that journey? You'll fail, or you'll fall! but then, do not forget, that it will stll give you the knowledge and experience for your second run, that can be a disguised golden gateway! Isn't that fascinating?

Sometimes the best and the worst thing you can do for yourself and your precious life, are the same, It's just a decision and certain acts in accordance to it, that causes miracle or disasters.Go for it, and dare not treat it as a second thought, for the regret may last lifelong! Stop limiting yourself, when you know that you're limitless. Stop half smiling, when know that you can smile wide. And stop seeing life as simple, when you already know that each day is worth being celebrated, for the very preciousness it comes up with!  Not everyone is fortunate enough to savour it whole, afterall.
A chapter from book., The Philosophical Lessons Life Taught".

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Jul 2018 · 277
The Truth- (part 14)
Saumya Jul 2018
Our worlds, certainly would be much better if we deeply realised the fact that people aren't 'wrong' just  because  they disagree with us  most often, and don't do the things exactly as others normally do.They are actually 'different', and not wrong, yet unique the way they are, and they deserve to be loved and respected for what they truly are! What good is in judging a something to be wrong, when it's actually one of its kind? I've never seen any two people to be the same structurally, emotionally,  behaviorally, and in all other such aspects, all at the same time, and I can gladly bet that you might least have, either.Have you? There certainly must be a reason behind that uniqueness, that's worth being respected at least, if not appreciated.It is so easy for us often to judge others,  when we have a wonderful chance to appreciate their uniqueness. But it's sadly weird that we tend to judge everything and everyone from the moment we find them somewhat different from our tastes.Why not embrace that uniqueness, and quit judging?

Nobody can practically agree with everybody, all the time, and that's very natural. We our all flesh and bones, with an ever  throbbing heart, and a calci-phospero framework inside it ..but our unique DNA,  our genetic composition, and our ever-thinking, appearingly same, yet different 'mind' still separates us from each other, and hence makes us 'uniquely special' individual that we are today! We obviously sleep, weep, smile, eat and wink the same, but our perceptions and perspective regarding a similar situation often varies from person to person. Honestly, there's nobody to be blamed for it since it's a very natural aspect we think is unnatural when the other person behaves differently than that was actually expected of him/her.Uniqueness too has a beautiful reason behind its existence, love appreciate, respect and admire it, for our lives would be too boring if all we were the same green and pink, and just one season!
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Jun 2018 · 616
A Realization
Saumya Jun 2018
It may seem interesting, but is an undeniable fact too at the same time, that the so called 'simple world' that we dwell in, is actually 'not so simple' one and is instead way more mysterious one that we can ever imagine, until we've breathed the very essence of it!and I state this by my experience and the realization of it.

As the most adaptable & emotional beings of mother nature, there certainly are a majority of us, and around us, who believe in the the philosophy of 'Letting go of all thats no more important' and 'going with the flow', so as to ensure that peace and harmony dwells in life. But the real question amidst all this is, that do we really succeed in it all the time? Is it really so easy?Before I judge such a question, and draw a conclusion out of it, I somewhere feel, that you should better get that honor, of asking this question to your honest self, for you already know the answer.

Don't you feel that there's still a different force, from what we already know, which drives us from our very core so magnificently, sometimes? A force that we do realize, somewhere exists in us all, but we don't much believe in it,  since it's just so common, yet uncommon and & just so natural!

There are times when our when our heart doesn't agree with our mind & our mind does not agree with the heart either.A point of time, where there's huge and intense internal conflict going inside us, but a mere glimpse on the face, won't utter anything about such a situation.Remember those hour or days or isolation, seclusion, discomfort, disgust, disappointment, and anger, or that phase when you were just so  clueless about what next to do for it and for the life onwards.There  certainly might have been a voice amidst all this topsy turvy of life, that guided, soothed, and helped you get out of it.That very delicate voice inside you, you may still be thinking of.Yes, that is exactly the one I'm talking about! That voice which knows everything so perfectly well, but sadly the most unheard and underrated one. I wonder, why some of us, ignore it too often?

I've often heard this voice that speaks so loud in silence, but it is not the ears, but our minds and heart that can listen and feel it.It indeed knows everything! While I had been writing any of my chapters, it has always been with me like a faithful companion.Guiding, teaching, telling, and dictating me what needs to be mentioned.And it's not just in this aspect, I hear it often.Still the best part about it, is that we all have it inside us.

Our mind definitely is a mysterious place! It weighs so less, and does so much! It often takes us to different places, while our body is at rest & the heart then makes us feel what's  still  left unfelt.Sometimes I feel some thoughts about this  chapter and the others,just knocking at the door of my mind, some popping into it, wandering, bubbling, working, and some just getting lost in the breeze of it. It feels good, it feels great, both at the same time!It is certainly a moment of zeal and an interesting experience, when those thoughts play,walk, & some of them getting approved too from a special corner of it, that is, its administrative section.And, honestly, penning it down and pouring out those sentiments then, feels like a ' little victorious treat'

Sometimes in our life, we just decide things randomly, and go for it.Those 'random things' often are those we've least thought could even initiate or accomplish, but the very moment, when we give light, effort, and a tint of belief to it, it creates a spark that 's both fascinating and soothing.That spark is an we need for anything, and the journey of such works.I humbly concede it here, therefore, that my mere Idea of writing this book, was random!The title too was random.Tho, these thoughts that I've discussed about in the previous chapters, or will be discussing about in the chapters to come, are those that I've purely learnt by my personal experiences  of life and its different aspects.These lessons have long and ever lingered in my mind and some in my heart.

Also, I do realize this deep in the very core of my heart, that 'Life, in itself is just too grand to talk about!' and the mere lesson that each our morrows come up with are indeed tremendous!But it is often that I've witnessed, experienced and  learnt about some people, that they learn not until they get hurt hurt, and lose almost everything.The more we get acquainted with life in general, the more positively we take it, the more mature over the advent of time we become.The more open minded, perceptive and wiser we become, and that degree at which we philosophically see, and see through life, we certainly and eventually learn such lessons.It's just that not all wish to see both sides , and realize that life's bifacial too, when life's being good to them.And by saying so, I obviously don't intend to characterise myself as a superior one, since I too commit such a mistakes at times, and we all as beings normally do.But what exactly I wish to convey is,that, Its better seeing life with a broader and clear perspective when it has so much to bless us with!we  need to realize and least  ignore those little lessons that are worth being learnt.

I do not know what the other day may hold for me, and I'm sure you're unaware of yours too.Are you? Life, is exactly that uncertain!hence, live it carefree, but do care & let your heart bleed love and empathy for all that matters to it everyday.A tomorrow's regret won't fix what's become yesterday's story every time.Our tomorrows are always unpromised, until we wake in the dawn of it.And ironically, still amid all this we so happily and innocently tend to promise each other 'forever' often!

Our life, our tomorrows, are just as certain as the upcoming chapters of this book for now, the exact no. subject, and theme of the chapters, the ending , and how exactly will it end. In short, it's so uncertain! you can't predict the former, and you can't predict the latter.Or well, we both can't predict anything for now.Life's therefore more about "the realization of living in now and today, and making the best outta it!"
Chapter 14 from my book, 'The Philosophical Lessons Life Taught'
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Jun 2018 · 224
Untitled
Saumya Jun 2018
Dear life, dear destiny,
take me Up To that enormously unending  uphills,
where nothing but hope, applauds one's will.
the virtues smile, and crowns the will.
Yet, dear peace,I beg you still,
to stay, Stay, and stay  still.
For these miles may be long,
and you're an essence to one's minuty minute will
with you and patience, and a little will
I know, it will last till the end of my skills
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Jun 2018 · 911
In The Midnight Blue
Saumya Jun 2018
Lavendrous sky, with a pink cream hue,
atop our house, enriching the view
the stars under  clouds giggle and coo,
while they play hide and seek
In The Midnight Blue.

Fireflies dance in the breezy air,
The crickets chant hymns with a soothing flair.
An owl keeps watch with stones in his stare -
None should be disturbed
In the Midnight blue.

The leaves rustlein'  their own norm
lost in the melody of their divine song.
the wolves howl at the end of the shore,
with a mighty thought of more to explore.

The world is asleep, but the world is alive,
As fantasy, charm, and solemnity thrive.
Nothing else need be done save to open our eyes,
And the midnight blue would present the surprise.


The fairies smile in soberest pride
At restless souls in rest's delight.
The breeze blows, and wishes the world better luck,
While orchids embrace it, and add a bluer touch.

The flora and fauna sway freely and prance,
Partaking at will in the calico dance.
Lights stream through the sky with angelic allure
To enhance the contagious sensation astir.

The moon chuckles, strolling with admiration,
As the knight of midnight, in want of attention.
He relishes the sky, and its wondrous hue,
He prods into action, the entities who
Don't partake in the joy of the Midnight Blue.

Amidst this midnight's fascinating mirth,
Silence, a bubble in aeolian's berth,
Strives to remind dawn shall soon take its cue,
And playtime should end with a bow and adieu,
As the owl takes flight through the Midnight Blue.
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Saumya Jun 2018
We come across many people, in the few days life offers.They all make us smile, laugh or cry at different phases of life, and such associations are indeed inevitable. But there are still some weird, yet rare among among them whom you like for the mere weirdness they posses. We start understanding them, and eventually get understood by them too. We eventually start caring for them, and get cared too...and later, this bonding blossoms into Friendship, and grows deeper and deeper in the time.

How strange it would therefore be, if the same person misunderstands, misjudges you, concludes and considers you to be a person, you never actually are, and your heart too knows this real deep that you'd never be, no matter what.But then, not everything can be debated and proved. Some virtues just demand a heart to feel, and a healthy uncluttered mind to perceive. It indeed hurts to let go,but holding on hurts even more. an therefore, you cant help letting go, since all we yearn is peace...which holding on might never give.

People come and go in our lives like seasons.Like you can't stop yourself from shivering in a cold day, and sweating in hotter one, the same goes with the people we come across.In short, every one affects us in some way or the other, and vice versa. There's a reason  why people come in your life always, either they come to make you a better person, or they come as a better lesson. and practically, both elevates and nourishes our personalities.

A medicine is never pleasant, nor is  hard work, and the same goes with the foe-y friends...their presence will often be tiring, and will drain you off your happiness and peace, but their existence and the advancements you do  to cope up from their harsh behavior, will leave and transform you, into a better, considerate, and endearing you.Plus, it will turn you into an empathetic person, which we so need in a world like today.

Pain has always been a great teacher, and adversities are but a fuel to a good fortune..how can you ever know what actually is being hurt when you've never gone through it? how can you know what's a tear, when you've never shed one? and how can you know whats true intimacy and love, if you've never hated or rejected before? Don't give up on people, before they transform you into a new and better you  by the mere harsh behavior  which is good for you positively, to grow up as a wise person after they finally leave in disgust.
Apr 2018 · 220
The Truth-(Part13)
Saumya Apr 2018
There comes a phase or well, a period technically  when nothing seems alright..no matter  how hard you work, how optimistically you behave ...nothing, and none of the actions fall right into the place...nonetheless, most of your actions may create 'devastating effects' the kind, that you have least thought of, because your action (S)wasn't intentionally meant to fruit it into ' a disaster'.

Life,  in  such a phase might seem meaningless for the very cyclic though seemingly minute atrocities that you go through n the advent of time to others. You may wish to give up on everything and everyone you so wished to have in your life, yet your instinct wont let you..and all you may actually yearn for would be "Peace, Silence, and solitude' but that's what destiny and life will often deny giving you, or well, that's what exactly your life will demand for its fixture, yet that's exactly the fate will cunningly deny giving. Do not therefore, get caught in the trap! Realize, Analyse and move on... if required, crawl as slowly as the conscientious and painstaking "Tortoise".
But don't, don't you dare give up! and let your heart know that, This too shall pass.

Life has never been easy and kind to anybody all the time, how can it be biased  to and towards you forever then? We are but the sons and daughters of this mere human race, which is " emotional" yet "
so emotionless" "selfless" yet "selfish" beyond measures.Its just that, we often ignore the bad behind the goodness and consider it to be the  concrete truth, which actually isn't the case . We pray, but not as seriously and religiously as we do in our hard times, and seldom not for the necessities but the materialistic stuffs and exterior charms of life. Blessed therefore, are those who pray as hard in their good times, and they do in the hard times..and it is their good acts which makes the sight of 'misfortune' humbler to them. There prayers are straightaway "pure dedications" to someone they seriously adore.

We all pray, but most prayers are actually polite yet impolite orders to God, for granting that which is actually materialistic, shallow, or well, most often trivial.Rare are those who pray for the peace and well being of the universe, the plants and animals  and everyone around them who does even a little for the better days he goes through, for they who actually do...don't need the shallow things as others, since natures itself walks in agreement with them, and consents to bless them with all it finds essential. Prayers are powerful communicative words, that God definitely hears...but ironically men are mean and blind enough today, not to see what abundant blessings they already have, and unhesitatingly demand for something new each day. How terrible it is though amidst all this, that we men have become thankless creatures to God! there rarely are prayers that 'Thank God' that pray for the poor souls, that die almost each day and every hour out of the scarcity of the necessities of life, and we ironically  call ourselves, "The most civilized race" of the earth! If this is what civilized race looks like, human beings are better deserved to be transformed into the uncivilized one yet again.It is indeed inhumanly to keep fast, and not be empathetic enough to serve the needy and give him a day's meal at least.

We say, that we care, but that care too is selfishly for our own selves, and sometimes for our own parents and familes. We say, that we share, but we share only that share with others whichis not much required for us anymore.With the advancement of time we have all become more a machine, than have evolved as a human with a humanly heart at-least, and that's pathetic. There rarely is a common man, who would willingly like to 'Compromise' his one meal when he is hungry, and give it to the needy who is dying of hunger and thirst since past few days, an well, leave aside the wealthy man already, since it is most often seen that nothing but his wealth, and the devils that branch out from it, take over his life, and he's left helpless in the fist of death.

In our good days, we become much a carefree vagabond and don't pay much attention to our deeds, and it is then the laziness, the overconfidence, and sometimes the pride, start affecting our actions, not obviously in good ways, but t we are by then  busy enough savoring those good days, as if it is going to last forever,which actually is but the half misleading  truth. **Nature, never gives that which it cant take back us, may it be the family, friends or a so called "forever " lasting love. The irony is, that "Nothing, nothing lasts forever, and it ner has.....except your very soul, since it is actually  your creator's".
Do not therefore ruin it by any means, pray for it, keep it  in good health, nurture it with good thoughts and deeds, help those who you can, by any means possible,  and thank your creater for the already blessed life that you have, for what you have exactly, isn't the same blessing that others have..and you shall therefore be the happy of the happiest even in the state of  greatest adversities, for that's what nature wants us back from us.

Life destiny, nature and fate never perturb a man who is dutiful, and sincere even in his hard times.As for the passage of time, it has never been a smooth and even one for anyone all the time, nor will it be for you.The bad day comes, to make you a good and a better, powerful you for the much greater days to come.  Hold on, work hard,  but never lose faith. Know this deep in your heart, that Every dog has  a day, and every cloud a silver lining, and therefore try seeing those adversities and your dear life with the perspective of adventure sometimes and  do wait for your turn, for life indeed is very dear. Time tho, doesn't have the habit of being alike all the time; your today is different than yesterday, and the tomorrows will be yet different one... and well, who knows that it might turn  be the greatest and most auspicious day of your life? Be a good ,   sincerely patient and a dutiful soul, that works and waits. Your good days, and the greater day are but on a passage to transform you from a jaded and annoyed you, into a Happy you! SAIL AROUND IN THIS WHIRL BY THEM, and enjoy the whirls that your life introduces you with, for it is actually a good sailor who know what adventure indeed it is to be in a boat, and what an immensely soothing reward it is to sail through the ocean and seas.
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Mar 2018 · 972
A Woman
Saumya Mar 2018
Hated by some,
Loved, but respected, not by everyone.
Cared still for all,
like the roses in her garden
expressed not, that could offend any person.
She possessed a heart
warmer than the sun.
a love..not sensed by everyone.

She toiled, and toiled
knew, she could never be a brave man
nor, she could get anything in return.
knew not, the world couldn't be anything,
without her mere presence
The flowers giggled, and nature smiled
the moon grew brighter,
when this fact it realized.

God sighed at the sight,
at women shimmering in delight
going through lots, but showing nothing but a happy expressions.
He loved her tons, and hugged her tight
wished her well, Saying:
'Long live ya woman!'
you're the reason why this earth smiles,
and everything's there so, so alright every now and then!
Happy Women's day to all women out there :)
Feb 2018 · 332
The Truth- (Part 12)
Saumya Feb 2018
More than people's smiles, trust their tears.You can smile often, and most often unnecessarily too, but tears always carry a reason behind their flow!

They flow free & incessant if the pain is too heavy to handle, and flow smoothly, when the happiness is unbearable :)

Also, the person who sheds tears often (naturally) is the person with a more empathetic, sensitive innocent & pious heart...& The sweetest soul you may ever witness.If you find one, don't let them go.
A chapter from my book, 'The Philosophical Lessons Life Taught'.

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Feb 2018 · 255
The Truth-(Part 11)
Saumya Feb 2018
There will be haters,
There will be admirers,
There will be observers,
There will be inspire-rs1',
There will be backstabbers,
And there will always be people,
Who'll either love you wholeheartedly,
Or hate you from each nucleus of there body,
Not always for a specific reason in both cases,
But for the soul you are.
Accept love, accept acceptance,
Wait not, when you receive nothing
But 'Ignorance'

You'll meet people,
Who'll change the meaning you've had for life,
Or maybe make your life
Way more meaningless than it ever was
for you.
People will come and go,
Like the seasons you know,
But remember, they will all teach you a lesson
that will help you grow.

Amidst this hustle and bustle,
Know, that life's but a puzzle,
Sometimes struggles too
Will indeed be inevitable,
For that's what may take you to success's pinnacle!
A chapter from my book, 'The Philosophical Lessons Life Taught".

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Feb 2018 · 463
Write
Saumya Feb 2018
When you feel happy, contended  & delight
...Write!
When the world doesn't seem alright and you're going through an inside fight,
...Write!
When you've a lot in your head,
But your mouth can't speak of that sight,
....Write.

Don't let those emotions,
Clutter inside.
For some of them,
Are better set to fly,
The best escape therefore,
Is to
...Write & Write!

Writing needs not a 'trained writer' always
But a someone,
Who can explode, everything with eloquence
through a paper & pen
And everything that's so incrusted in them.

...And if that writing flows like a fountain,
Of spontaneous emotions,
Seperated by stanzas, adorned with punctuations
Accompanied with certain rhymes & rhythm,
That's exactly what is called a Poem!

..And if what you write,
Is enriched with eloquence,
Makes the reader feel your emotions,
But it lacks the exact rhyme an rhythm,
That's indeed a piece
Called 'Prose/ a Prosy poem'
Thankyou for reading.
All your honest thoughts about the poem are most welcome :)

(P.S- please suggest me a better title if you have one in your mind.)
Feb 2018 · 344
Silenced
Saumya Feb 2018
My ever chatty mouth,
Shuts at this reflective discovery often,
There are Thoughts,
In my Mindy heart,
Lingering, pleading
Dying to be penned.


Sitting beneath a tree,
Whose leaves shimmer in red, golden,
Smiling at me often,
I wonder, I ponder
The magic amidst then.


The mind,
Engrossed, imbibed
On what may happen.
There's a thoughty fight happening,
I can't speak much  of then.


I listen, I wonder,
Which one to listen,
As both are compelling
With a fact in them _

There's a voice inside,
That nobody, but myself listens
Crying, compelling, inspiring
Telling, teaching me so much often.

It moves,
It stuns,
It giggles often,
But oh that voice,
Is a loud, loud voice
That Makes the mouth
Engrossed & silenced._
Feb 2018 · 227
Silenced
Saumya Feb 2018
My ever chatty mouth,
Shuts at this reflective discovery often,
There are Thoughts,
In my Mindy heart,
Lingering, pleading
Dying to be penned.

Sitting beneath a tree,
Whose leaves shimmer in red, golden,
Smiling at me often,
I wonder, I ponder
The magic amidst then.

The mind,
Engrossed, imbibed
On what may happen.
There's a thoughty fight happening,
I can't speak much  of then.

I listen, I wonder,
Which one to listen,
As both are compelling
With a fact in them

There's a voice inside,
That nobody can listen
Crying, compelling, inspiring
Telling, teaching me so much often.

It moves,
It stuns,
It giggles often,
But oh that voice,
Is a loud, loud voice
That Makes the mouth
Engrossed & silenced.
Random & mysterious. :)


Lemme know what you think about this piece. All you honest feedbacks are most welcome :)
Thankyou for reading, reaction and your comments.


Happy Writing to you all!
Feb 2018 · 399
The Truth-(Part 10)
Saumya Feb 2018
Nothing hurts more than being devoid of the very things and the very people you so deserved at a specific point of time in your life.

And ironically, it hurts the most when you  can't help but shed tears as there's no clue about how to achieve it any further.
A Chapter from my book 'The Philosophical Lessons Life Taught". The previous chapters are posted here too ( in case you're interested to go through them, please search for 'The Truth"...And you'll be able to go through the chapters)


Thankyou for stopping by, and going through my words.I appreciate your time and understanding. :)

Please feel free to share your feedbacks on this chapter and the previous ones too(if you read them)

Happy Writing! :)
Feb 2018 · 260
Super Blue Blood Moon
Saumya Feb 2018
....And one fine day,
When the moon was in its full bloom,
It too changed its colours,
From the silvery white, to bluish orange, and  turned finally into 'Super Blood Blue Moon'.
About Yesterday.
Did you all witness it too?
Feel free to share your experiences about it here :)

Thankyou for your time! :)
Jan 2018 · 231
The Ironies
Saumya Jan 2018
We all have eyes, we all have hearts,
Meant to see and feel.
Yet they often fail to see and feel,
the truths, honesty,empathy.

We all have mouths,
That speak and speak,
Yet it too speaks least,
When engrossed in 'emotional intensity'.

We all have brain,
Which works and works
At its vigorous rapidity,
Yet gets stuck too,
When the extremity
Hits its peak.
Jan 2018 · 204
The Truth: (Part-9)
Saumya Jan 2018
In life, always respect those who are honest, in their acts and speech both Infront, and at your back.
As human beings, what we all really desire, is 'Appreciation, and acceptance'.
The world we dwell in, is a glimmery, adorable and a mysterious place at the same time.Even the next minute that we'll be in, is just so unpredictable! And  therefore, you'll have to make sure that you don't let this glimmer affect your ability to draw a solid line between right and wrong.

There undoubtedly are sweet talkers, blunt talkers, and many people you'll meet,and may have met yet.Always remember, he who has been 'brutally honest' or have insulted you in public, will not be your backstabber thereafter! Instead, it is often, the people who mostly sweet talk, and behave like sugar candies in front you, who mostly do ******* and backstabbing.

Be the type of person you expect people to be with you, and probably you'll gather like people in your life.Don't tolerate ****.Stand, for what you feel is wrong, and get thing sorted out. Appreciate people, and get appreciated back.
But do have a check your life's diabetic health, when it gets too sugary...Obviously because too much of anything is bad, even if it's "sweetness" of any sort.
This is a chapter from my ongoing book, "The Philosophical Lessons Life Taught"

Please feel free to send me your feedback and do react to it!
Thankyou for reading :)
Saumya Jan 2018
Years after the breakup with a pervert she once loved,
She promised herself never to remember him again thereafter.

But ah!
Her eyes welled up yet today,
seeing his smiling pictures in her gallery and on his social updates.
And she half smiled with her tear flooded eyes again*


(P.S- Is it love, still!!? Why can't some memories and people leave us permanently:(  )
Jan 2018 · 256
The Truth:(Part-8)
Saumya Jan 2018
There's a reason why people are the way they are.Some you witness, may be careful, some carefree, while most you witness maybe the set of 'Cautious people'; cautious about everything, and everyone they get acquainted with...While they are are still interesting ones, who are naturally talkative, but behave dumb Infront of you often, but interesting as it may sound, applicable it is too...'They are all the best version of themselves'.

Not everyone and everything can be perceived by us all, everytime.We are all unique and special in our own ways!While some may see the same person, and observe them to be 'jolly', others may consider that same person to be 'a showoff'....But then nobody can actually know, the other's self, since all they know, is what they get to! It is therefore indeed ironically true, that 'People aren't always what they seem to be' therefore respect people, and dare not be judgmental, at least about a person you don't know well.

We all have the same color of blood, skin, and bones...but no two people have the same set and series of experiences ever.In life, it is nothing but these experiences that transformed us into a somebody we weren't used to be some years back.

Not all who appear talkative, are always annoying.Not all who act careless, are always the same.and not all who seem to be heartless are actually so.Not all who appear quite, are actually naturally quiet...Who knows what stops them from being a talkative? People's ignorance or their  self absorbed behavior towards their own self!

We experience a lot, each day, and we change a lot accordingly. We grow as mentally,each day, not just our exterior self! obviously most of the times knowingly, but these experiences makes sure, we aren't the same person we used to be some years back.Its all natural.

Therefore to be transparent, nobody and nothing is bad. Sometimes the attitude with which we perceive people isn't just right according to their taste...But then that doesn't gives us the right to call them 'impossible/ imperceivable'.The truth is, that  not all experiences that changed us are recognisable to us too, but they sure have an effect on our personalities.
It is therefore mandatory for us to be kind and respectful towards others, as far as we get the same love and respect back.
You deserve to be loved, and so does everyone else, and that can only happen if you love them and they love back too!
But then, you gotta respect everyone, and not be judgmental about them, at least till the time you actually know what made them behave so!

Behavior is often based on our circumstances...And it is sometimes many such set of circumstances which makes it an experience for one, that changed their certain behavioral characters thereafter in such a way, that it became a permanent part of their personality almost forever!

Be kind and respectful towards others therefore, as these are the virtues which makes the 'good person' inside others communicate with you well....And who obviously would not want to experience that good vibe?
Jan 2018 · 936
Flora Fertilization Frenzy
Saumya Jan 2018
Walking down my lane with downturned chin
every bit of bright closing up shop for the season
I noticed a fluttering butterfly beckoning me on
leading me to an enclosed tunnel of riotous color!


Stepping inside, my view was obscured by foliage
every texture and hue with unlimited adornment
a studious lady with a clipboard stepped out from
a row of sunflowers, vivid coral with buttery edges.


I was stunned by the majesty of her shiny black hair
and I remembered reading about a plant whisperer
so I asked: “Are you the bloomin’ botanist of lore?
Please show me how you create all these colors!”

She nodded her head, with a big wide smile, saying: 'Yes! For Sure.'
We were soon amidst foliage, so green, so pure
She handed me a twig of dark pink rose,
She smiled in surprise, like a playful child,
Asked, 'Isn't this one adorable enough to be explored?'

I was thrilled to glance at the rose, the one indeed majestic enough to be explored!
She plucked a petal, and the fragnence filled my nose,
She told me of a 'pigment', called Anthocyanin
The initial chemical constituent that provides it's colours.

I pointed my finger towards a yet wonderful rose,
The one yellow, with tint of orange edges in a big wide row.
It ignited my curiosity & more to explore,
I asked: 'What's the pigment for those colours?'

She smiled & led me closer to that row,
A row whose smell grew intense and more.
She picked a petal on her palms to explore,
& told it was a blend of two colors!

The sunset yellow the flower showed, was due to a pigment called 'Carotene'
The orange tint at the petal's end
Was due to a fixed mix of Carotene and Anthocyanin!

She told that plants have a definite substance,
A chemical constituent called 'Pigment'.
These pigment yield the colors so new,
The ones we call Lavendry, rosy, grapy and  hues.

While most leafes have a common green pigment,
Which makes them so greeny in appearance
Is nothing but this common pigment,
A pigment called 'Chlorophyll' often.


I was thrilled, amazed, and smiled so wide,
To quench the thirst, my mind always strived!
These flowers, these plants, these leafes and trees that surrounds us all sides,
Have a natural colour pallete, named 'Pigment'' inside!
The one that imparts the colors so bright.

And while my heart was imbibed in this thought,
My soul danced to discover this merry thought.
My mind, My eyes, got stuck at a flower!

The flower was adorable, with a lotusy pink view,
But I saw a bee, dancing around & singing, buzzing.
I gazed, I watched, I wondered, and pondered.
My mind had a question, which urged the answer!


I turned then to my plant whisperer,
For a yet new answer,
She turned back with her utmost grace,
Asked 'Is there a new question for me to be answered?'


I pointed my hand towards the bumblebee,
I asked why was she dancing around those flowers incessant and merrily?
Are those flowers in any ways necessary for those bees?
What are those creatures doing, minsculely in the centre of the rose disc?


She smiled in delight, with a radiant face in confidence,
I was sure, she'd teach me something interesting then!
She told me they were helping the flower with pollination,
They are nature's pollinating agents!


The flowers we see, with the adorable hues
Are bright & attractive for a reason good,
You see the bees, You'll see the birds, You'll even the honeybees doing the same the wiggle
The all come here to **** flower's sweet juice,
& While they **** it from their nectar tubes,
Their bodies pick some pollen granules!


Those pollens are the powdery make seeds,
Which are often present at the central disc.
The flies when **** the sweet flower's juice,
They sit on the structure, called 'pollen bed', and fill their 'pollen baskets' till the deeper depths!

While these bees, leave the flower at their best, ready to go to a flower next,
Their wings dust these pollen dust, to the flower's pollen tube,
Ready for the phenomenon next!
A phenomenon called 'Fertilisation' best!

The fertilisation is the fusion of male to a female's reproductive cell,
A phenomenon which forms new 'Embryonic cells'.
The Embryo formed is but the new young cell,
Ready for the cycle, it's origination led.

Nature adorns this embryo with petals,
A structure we know as 'flowers' and its  'Whorls'
The center of which forms new pollen cells,
Ready for the cycle, a part of the cycle
Of its turn to transform  into a mature adult.
Jan 2018 · 797
Butterfly (Couplet)
Saumya Jan 2018
She was just a fly, who admired sky
Before she discovered her wings, that took her on an adventure amidst flowers, valleys and the big wide sky.
Jan 2018 · 234
The Truth:(Part-7)
Saumya Jan 2018
Can you forget somebody forever?
Yes, in most cases.but, what if this question is focused only about those people who meant the whole world to you once, and left naturally, or due to a certain reason now, and perhaps forever?

Here's where we may have been successfully lying, telling others and making them realize the fact, that we actually have moved on, but then, there's still a part inside us dying to say..'No, not really! How can I?' and to be honest, it is heart which makes us feel the same pain by a mere glance of the one who left, or by any of their possessions.

Apart from having an evolved body and mind,we possess a heart, an *****, that feels, and perceived then and now too...Though you may fool everyone else, but you can never fool it! Also, it's only when the emotions becomes intenser enough to handle, it makes the brain feel the pain...And we ultimately shed tears for what's probably isnt ours anymore and gone forever now.

Situations change, and so do people, but there's still a part inside us, that waits, and  remembers exactly how it felt then, despite how Ong would it had been! But still as wise beings, at least we should master the art of 'mentally' going with the flow.Weird though it may seem, but its interesting enough at the same point, that 'It is the ones whom we adore the most, and expect happiness from, are often exactly the ones, who actually subject us to pain and loss often, and such departures are not more than having an 'emotional tornado' inside us.

We preach the thought of 'forgiving, forgetting, and moving on' but does that really happen to the core of the heart that actually got hurt enough, for the rest of it's life and that too to an extent that the 'void' thus created inside may never make them feel empty often, but a mere memory can bring it all back again in a flashback? A void, probably that can never be replaced by anyone else ever.
Some people, indeed can be forgiven, but not completely, and can never be forgotten, because of the person they had been!
Therefore, practically the 'emotions' like pain and happiness arise only for a person, we've ever seen as 'important'.We obviously don't smile thoughtfully and weep incessantly for someone, often, ryt?

Not everything that's once done, can be undone, and such is the essence of  bondings like friendship, intimacy,love etc.They are pious enough to be forgotten, if the person ever took it seriously.
For, our heart never forgets the ones it smiled sweetly, and wept incessantly for! And maybe that's what makes it hard to forget some people permanently :)
Jan 2018 · 190
The Truth: (Part 6)
Saumya Jan 2018
Your circumstances will not always be favourable, as you expect them to be often.The people you always thought were your friends, will often, exactly  be the ones to leave you when you most needed them.But then, That never means you've to be suspicious about the friends you have now.Rather, you'll just have to be careful. The judgement of a single person, can't ever conclude you're a bad person, or you don't deserve happiness and success in your life!
Perspectives differ from people to people, and it's absolutely okay, before we conclude them to be a fact about ourselves!In fact, we all are but the finest imagery of the 'sea' which is known to be deep, but noone could ever actually measure it's depth in figures! And ironically, sometimes we even aren't exactly aware of our own depths.

Know, and accept the fact, that ups and downs are a part of life.You may be unfortunate, friendless, hopeless, unhappy and devoid of a lot now, but that's not the end of the story! never make yourself believe or indulge in thought that 'You are what your circumstances present yourself to be now!'

Nature, has a wierd habit of taking off the very things and people from us, we so innocently and intensely fell in love with, and were indeed dedicant towards! And that's obviously a terribly pestering feeling.But then, if we see the brighter side of it, this too happens to makes stronger, better, and more ambitious, and most importantly 'The stronger and wise version of ourselves' heading  towards gaining it again, and this time to make it last forever for the rest of our lives.If it's meant to be, it definitely will be! Tell this to yourself, and wait hopefully for that day to come.

Never, never loose your grip on life.No matter how unfortunate, and deprived  you feel now, you deserve to be happy, you deserve to be successful,you deserve to be peaceful and contented.Let nothing take it off from you, and if it does, make sure to fix it as soon as possible.Don't let these obstacles stop you from the hard work you've always been doing.What remains constant in nature, is 'change' and nothing else.This hardship, these deprivation is indeed temporary, if you work towards getting rid of it.Let your hard work, your hope, your faith, your dedication, therefore challenge this misfortune, and  stand against, what makes you feel low.Don't accept it as your life's permanent reality!
Misfortune indeed  will bow down in front of you in regret one day, and life will crown you  for your bravery and determination you had towards it & will bless you with happiness and success in abundance!

It may ceratinly take long to wait for it sometimes for sure, but if  you know the truth that patience rewards you with what you've always wished for, it's worth the wait! Isn't it?
Saumya Jan 2018
I think,
What young souls normally don't.

I behave,
How young kids hate to.

I percieve,
How young people normally don't.

I say least
But feel most than you'll ever see.

If you ever need a friend,
I'll prove to be a comforting soul.

I see, what people normally don't
I believe, what isn't known, but still will be someday known.
It will be the most soothing truth for humanity.

I expect less,
And stay happy.
What kills me most
Is temporary people's 'Empathy'
What hurts most when they leave,
Is this mere 'Empathy'.


I'm me, and I never crave to be somebody,
I know, what I'll get will be the harvest of my own deeds.
Why then to worry?

I force not anyone to be the other somebody,
But all I expect, is Honesty, and that same courtesy.
A virtue that most always do'nt take seriously.

I'm thus an old soul,
In a young body
And I know,
That's  what my writings
Often speak!
Saumya Jan 2018
Walking down my lane with downturned chin
every bit of bright closing up shop for the season
I noticed a fluttering butterfly beckoning me on
leading me to an enclosed tunnel of riotous color!


Stepping inside, my view was obscured by foliage
every texture and hue with unlimited adornment
a studious lady with a clipboard stepped out from
a row of sunflowers, vivid coral with buttery edges.


I was stunned by the majesty of her shiny black hair
and I remembered reading about a plant whisperer
so I asked: “Are you the bloomin’ botanist of lore?
Please show me how you create all these colors!”

She nodded her head, with a big wide smile, saying: 'Yes! For Sure.'
We were soon amidst foliage, so green, so pure
She handed me a twig of dark pink rose,
She smiled in surprise, like a playful child,
Asked, 'Isn't this one adorable enough to be explored?'

I was thrilled to glance at the rose, the one indeed majestic enough to be explored!
She plucked a petal, and the fragnence filled my nose,
She told me of a 'pigment', called Anthocyanin
The initial chemical constituent that provides it's colours.

I pointed my finger towards a yet wonderful rose,
The one yellow, with tint of orange edges in a big wide row.
It ignited my curiosity & more to explore,
I asked: 'What's the pigment for those colours?'

She smiled & led me closer to that row,
A row whose smell grew intense and more.
She picked a petal on her palms to explore,
& told it was a blend of two colors!

The sunset yellow the flower showed, was due to a pigment called 'Carotene'
The orange tint at the petal's end
Was due to a fixed mix of Carotene and Anthocyanin!

She told that plants have a definite substance,
A chemical constituent called 'Pigment'.
These pigment yield the colors so new,
The ones we call Lavendry, rosy, grapy and  hues.

While most leafes have a common green pigment,
Which makes them so greeny in appearance
Is nothing but this common pigment,
A pigment called 'Chlorophyll' often.


I was thrilled, amazed, and smiled so wide,
To quench the thirst, my mind always strived!
These flowers, these plants, these leafes and trees that surrounds us all sides,
Have a natural colour pallete, named 'Pigment'' inside!
The one that imparts the colors so bright.

And while my heart was imbibed in this thought,
My soul danced to discover this merry thought.
My mind, My eyes, got stuck at a flower!

The flower was adorable, with a lotusy pink view,
But I saw a bee, dancing around & singing, buzzing.
I gazed, I watched, I wondered, and pondered.
My mind had a question, which urged the answer!


I turned then to my plant whisperer,
For a yet new answer,
She turned back with her utmost grace,
Asked 'Is there a new question for me to be answered?'


I pointed my hand towards the bumblebee,
I asked why was she dancing around those flowers incessant and merrily?
Are those flowers in any ways necessary for those bees?
What are those creatures doing, minsculely in the centre of the rose disc?


She smiled in delight, with a radiant face in confidence,
I was sure, she'd teach me something interesting then!
She told me they were helping the flower with pollination,
They are nature's pollinating agents!


The flowers we see, with the adorable hues
Are bright & attractive for a reason good,
You see the bees, You'll see the birds, You'll even the honeybees doing the same the wiggle
The all come here to **** flower's sweet juice,
& While they **** it from their nectar tubes,
Their bodies pick some pollen granules!


Those pollens are the powdery make seeds,
Which are often present at the central disc.
The flies when **** the sweet flower's juice,
They sit on the structure, called 'pollen bed', and fill their 'pollen baskets' till the deeper depths!

While these bees, leave the flower at their best, ready to go to a flower next,
Their wings dust these pollen dust, to the flower's pollen tube,
Ready for the phenomenon next!
A phenomenon called 'Fertilisation' best!

The fertilisation is the fusion of male to a female's reproductive cell,
A phenomenon which forms new 'Embryonic cells'.
The Embryo formed is but the new young cell,
Ready for the cycle, it's origination led.

Nature adorns this embryo with petals,
A structure we know as 'flowers' and its  'Whorls'
The center of which forms new pollen cells,
Ready for the cycle, a part of the cycle
Of turns into a mature adult.
Suggest me a better title please.

Thankyou for reading
Dec 2017 · 348
The Truth:(part 5)
Saumya Dec 2017
You gotta be a piece of magnet in a world where most people you meet are just a box bones and flesh, but ironically have a 'iron heart' that knows no love and empathy, a virtue that actually seperates humans from animals! You've deserved to enjoy your journey with glee & utmost graciousness remembering the fact, that they who don't melt,  are'nt a piece of iron even, that's atleast complete a rigid substance in its own, yet respects heat enough to melt itself all in & for it.
Dec 2017 · 227
The Truth (Part:4)
Saumya Dec 2017
Love, and respect yourself for what you are, the way you speak, your complexion is, and however you truly are.Learn to adapt well in it.You're perfect, you're beautiful the way you are.Never let people decide  what sorta person you ought to be! (They actually needn't) A sea is a sea and an ocean is an ocean, and they can never be the same as each otger, ever! If people can't adore the original you, remenber that sorta affection is either fake, or is just short-termed, and may not be healthy too, so better stay away from it.Ironically, most  people still need to understand the fact, that nothing can beat originality.

Live your truth, laugh at your mistakes, learn from them, and move on, but never consider any problem as 'permanent'.Nothing stays forever, nor will they.Embrace problems as wierd friends, who teach us a lot before they leave, and change us into a better and stronger us , sometimes forever.

Never, never, settle, or dare changing yourself for anyone, who wants you to be something you already  know that  you aren't & will never be comfortable to be.Stay away from being forced/ dragged into something.Its the most ridiculous thing, you'll regret doing.

You're incomparable, you're special, and you're way too precious to take **** and the ****** people seriously.Know, realize, ponder and believe in this truth, and the real sort of people will always love you for what you are, and will be with  and for you with unfading loyalty.
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