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Saumya Oct 2017
Seed...
...placed , watered in the soil
With the hope, of Turing into
'Tree'

Seed...
...Forming cotyl
... That eventually differentiates
In epicotyl & hypocotyl
To turn into a leafy stem,
And a fibrous root to be...

Stem...
Growing, developing
...Into a bigger one indeed!
Gradually, happily forming leaves!
Bifurcating into two and many branches to be....

Roots...Helping the stem
Stem... Helping roots
growing in water & sunny heat.

Stems...Now branches
Branches...Now leafy branches
Happily exhibiting their grape green leaves!

The leaves, being a proud elements
Of the latter tree to be,
Working, dedicating,
All their energy
To fulfill their needs.


But oh! These leaves,
These generous ones indeed,
Are unaware , so unaware
Busy working days and nights,
Devoid of greed.

They rejoice at  the tree yielding its fruits,
They rejoice when the tree ripens it's fruits,
they rejoice, when these see birds and beasts,
Relishing how yummiliciously sweet it is.

It all passes,
Never worrying them about grosses.
The young leaves come,
And greener it becomes.
And the old grow pale,
Time for the fall.

The tree grows big,
So happy in its veil
Carefree about the leaves,
Who toiled night & day
Growing pale & pale
Pale enough
To even Carbon dioxide's  inhale.

Seeing the tree who no more cares,
Fruits & seeds, busy pampered & care d,
They get one thing,
We all should sing,

Nature gives what
It one day takes,
We came from it
Will one day be it's waste.

What is so ours,
Isnt really ours,
Time rules,
And nature mocks!

Oh humans,
Oh birds,
Oh women,
Oh men,
Listen, listen,
As I won't repeat it again,

Hope, hope as much as you can,
But never expect as you always can!
As Hope takes high,
But Expectations drain.

For nature gives,
For nature takes.
It makes you young,
To work most of what  you can!
It makes you old,
To live your last lost plans.

Enjoy this life,
As much as you can,
Enjoy what comes,
Regregreting not  your  pasts 'I cans'.

Care for you as much as you can,
Know, know that somebodydy else will
But nobody forever can!

I'm now but a growing leaf,
At my deathbeds highest peak,
Teaching you as much I can.

Life your life, as you always would.
Be proud of what you can and could.

I was a leaf,
I am a leaf,
An now a jaded, old pale, trashed one.

I came from soil,
As a part of seed,
The seed that yielded a bigger tree.
The tree is happy,
With its flowers and fruits
The fruits yield now,
Many, many seedy fruits.

But oh, this tree this busy one indeed,
Knows not thay it's but the leaves make it!

Today that it has many,
It misses not me,
But oh, I feel pity,
But heart sobs much in misery,
Remembering, reminiscing
That first parent seed
For it was the seed,
That loved & blessed ,
Blessed enough to be a tall
Tall, yet a 'selfish' tree.
Just a pondering.

Thankyou for reading.lemme know how it was :)
Saumya Nov 2017
Although the skies appear blue,
Blueish white, with cottony hue.
Coloured orange, with fainted red
Dazzles bright at each sunset.

Evening sky, intensely blue,
Fainted is the sunset hue.
Glowworms dance, adorn the hue
Happiness spreads  in the world anew
Into this landscapic purplish blue.

Juggling, days
Klucking nights
Lying stunned in this hue so right
Man, the creature, so curiously few.
No matter it's a day or two,
some hues amaze like a landscapic view!

Orange red, with deep yellow in blue,
Pearly stars, adorn the view.
Quilty cold, in the days with dew
Rosemary looks majestically new!

Sun, the ball of fire for few
Teaches, turns a page each new,
Unknown, interesting, perceivable to few
Vanity is so pale, to take,
Wander, wither, breath well each day.

Xmas may not come each day,
Yawn, smile, admire all days, as uncertain are night somedays
Z**enith meets  only the braves,  let zephyrs cuddle,  embrace your zealousy face.
ABC Poem/Alphabetical poem:

ABC poetry is a short form of poetry. It is normally written to show feeling. It contains five to six lines in each stanza. You may begin your poem with any letter of the alphabet.
The next three lines must follow sequence. So if you start with the letter "G" the next line must start with the letter "H". The last line can begin with any letter of the alphabet.
______________________________________________
Example :

Remembrance

Sleepless, fitful nights, (first four lines follow the order of the alphabet)
Thoughts of you adhere.
Untouchable, love abounds.
Visions haunt me;
Memories sustain me. (last line begins with any letter)
- Anonymous.
______________________________________________

Read and lemme know how was the poem.Thankyou  for reading, reacting, and Commenting!
Saumya Dec 2017
Amidst midnight breeze,
I wander, I wonder
Life's streets.

Amidst midnight breeze,
I miss, I wish,
A presence.. Bittersweet.

Amidst midnight breeze,
I see, I feel
the birds...Sleep.

Amidst midnight breeze,
I feels the love,
So painfully sweet.

Amidst midnight breeze,
The fog tickles,
Teases me deep.

Amidst midnight breeze,
I feel a silence,
So calm, so deep.

Amidst Mightnight breeze,
I  feel the stars,
Wish luck to seas.

Amidst midnight breeze,
I see, I feel
The earth prepares it
For the morning feast.
Just a thought :)
Thankyou for reading, Commenting a d reacting.

-Saumya
Saumya Sep 2017
Sweet, sweet, compelling breeze
Flowing, flowing twrds the streets.
Whispering, tickling the honeybees
Smiling at the birds and beasts.

Caring, soothing, devoid of greed
Chucking at the world so neat.
Acting like a friend in need
Whispering, whispering the words of peace.

And, oh! When it reaches the fields
It smiles thoughtfully in the lush indeed.
It cuddles, comforts, and moves through trees,
Telling the woods it's adventurous need
But while it reaches the mountains peak,
It takes in it in the pine seeds,
And burst happily into deep orange spring.

I yearned for health, I yearned for peace
But never knew that a breeze could heal!
All you feedbacks on this are most welcome :)
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
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'
the other 13 chapters have been posted here too. Please check them out if you wish to, and let know about them, if you do :)

All your suggestions, feedbacks, correction, and reaction about all the chapters and this one, is most welcome :)

-Saumya.
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 :)
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.
Saumya Nov 2017
They smile and let go when they need to act?
Good!
Do the same, when it's your turn.

They laugh, when they need to understand?
Great!
Smile, and wait for your turn.

They ridicule when they  gootta respect you as a human?
Great!
Dare, show em' the ground where they still stand.

Tolerate not disrespect, and disdain.
Respect people till they do, and not untill you can.
Be a humble cow, humble enough to
Love, care and understand.
But dont hesitate using your thorns to **** them off,
If they treat you with disrespect
And nobody ought not to do that
To any other women and man!

Forget not, you've got your hands,
Not just to pray, and work as you can,
Use those hands, if a punch is exactly
What they deserve then!

Dare not stopping your legs,
To March towards right,
And do what exactly needs to be done.

Being humble, and sweet is a virtue
That everyone should have in them,
But never let that humbleness,
Affect your peace by any chance.

Stand for right,
Fight for your worth,
If that's what needs to done.


Treat people exactly the way they treat you
As that's  what they're worth.
Treat them better,
Treat them worse,
And in both cases,
You'll anyway lose them!

Nobody and nothing stays forever,
Nor will then this disrespect and disdain.
Stand up, fight for the right, fight for things that you feel are undone.

Fear not anything, as time will adjust
If you perform right actions.
Fear not people who leave you in this mess,
As they showed they were just 'Fake friends'
Love yourself, love others
Treat yourself right, treat them right.

Fight for right,
Forgive not such despise!
Because, that's what exactly needs to done.
Your comments please?

Thankyou for reading :)
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.
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!✨
Saumya Sep 2017
People   come
And people go
Some  turn into  friends
Some turn into foes
Some stay for years,
Some even more
But some may
Leave you lost in hopes.

Yet all we need,
Is to learn and know,
What once comes,
will one day go

And that we need
To go with the flow,
letting  go
What isn't anymore.
Just a random thought :) lemme know how was it ?
Also feel free to suggest the title for it.

Thankyou for reading :)
Saumya Nov 2017
People   come
And people go
Some  turn into  friends
Some turn into foes
Some stay for years,
Some even more
But some may
Leave you lost in hopes.*

Yet all we need,
Is to learn and know,
What once comes,
will one day go.
And that we need
To go with the flow,
Letting go
What is no more.
Reality.
Saumya Dec 2017
Your eyes,
makes me smile more,
Your voice,
has all cures,
Your lips,
I crave, having more and more,
Your hugs,
alleys all feelings of being alone,
I'm so happy...so glad....and so blessed
To be yours.

I'm happy, happy to be yours.


Minutes, Hours and Days passed.
And so did the years,
oh how quickly they last.
We fought,
We laughed,
We shared,
And cared,
We smiled,
We giggled,
We cried,
And it all went through every year,
In time and tides.
I knew you then,
But i know you now,
My frowns are replaced,
By my blush now.
I'm so happy....so glad...and so blessed
To be yours.

I'm happy, happy to be yours.


How could I not see this you,
That I can see now,
I was so blind, so unaware,
and such a fool to not understand.
Our fights made us wise,
Our tears made us strong.
And we were always there for each other,
In all storms.
I always loved the way how
You patched up.
You wept more, when
things were messed up.
Your smile was something,
That could heal my weeping soul,
And your cuddles were something,
That I relished most..
I'm glad that those arms are mine now,
Mine forever, and mine for now.
I'm so happy...so glad...and so blessed
To be yours.

I'm happy, happy to be yours.

You've made me smile,
In times I felt like crying,
You saved my soul,
When I was all alone..
You perceived me,
When I was expressionless.
You've made me, 'me'
When I had everything
Except, that faith in me .
You induced courage,
When I lacked that in me.
You taught me everything i needed to know,
And made my world,
Beautiful than snow.

You're a pure treasure, treasure to my soul,
And I'd love to be imprisoned,
Imprisoned in your heart and soul.
Not just for this day, Not just for the coming days
But for the years, that I can witness more..
I'm so glad, so happy...and so blessed
To be yours.*

I'm happy, happy to be yours.



© 2017 Saumya
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 :)
Saumya Oct 2017
Breeze,
Flowing, flowing
From West to east
Soothing me.

The sea across which is our little heaven,
Sparkles, glitters,
In the moonlit night.

My hairs,
Moving to and fro,
Fast and slow,
Reminding me of my man

The starry night,
Staring at me
Waiting for you each moment.

The water,
Splashing my mouth,
Splashing me now & then

But ah! Your arrival
Lits up these moments.

The moon dims it's light,
The star in awe... Hide
The cottony cloud, cover the sparkling sky.

The owls shrills it's cries,
The breeze blows wild,
The sea rests for a while.

The nature,
The stars,
The moon,
The sea.
And the fading moonlight.
Smiles.

Waiting, waiting for all
that will be pure delight..

You come so close,
And kiss my nose.
Hug me tight,
Like I'm always yours.

Your eyes meets mine,
My eyes meets yours,
Wishing this sights
Lasts forevermore.

I smile,
You grin,
At stare naughtily,
That maybe just yours.

We are at the window,
Enjoying our love tango.
And later you smile,
And close the door.

My heart throbs fast,
With your steps so fast,
You come in to the window,
Now so close.

You kiss my cheeks,
And play with my nose,
And as I giggle,
Your hands make my eyes close.

You take me in my arm,
And you smell so nice,
Taking us to our bed,
My lovely, night.

You kiss my eyes,
When we are just in bed,
Oh, what I see!
Is my man, naked
Smirking,
Kissing my forehead.

I kiss your lips,
And lick your lips,
Bitting them,
Like my favorite chips.

You kiss my neck
And bite me,
We keep turning us,
On and on.

I feel you members,
So, so divine,
And caress the one,
That's growing to be mine

You smile, your smirk
And kiss my head,
While I circle
You *****, and your head.

I squeeze it hard,
As hard as you moan,
It so soothing
To so you moan.

You kiss me fast,
with a wilder last,
You do that thing,
That beautiful thing.

Now you're my king,
And I'm your queen,
It's so good to be us
After all this thing.

I smile, and smile,
Turn on and on
You grin and grin
Like my favorite storm.

We toiled in us,
All this night,
To watch you in my dreams,
Could wet anyone in delight!
Just a pondering :)

Lemme know how it was.
Thanks for reading.!
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 :)
All your feedbacks are most welcome :)
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
Saumya Nov 2017
Sleep­, that sets weariness aside,
Eyes that dream so free each night,
Of life to be a pure delight,
Yet wanders off to the darker sides.

I kept drowning further deep
To catch-up with your pace
But as I get closer and sway,
I seem to not touch your face

Your love is taking me
A place I have never been
To a heavenly garden 
Where grows no pain

Darkness has fallen 
Nobody is insight 
My eyes are wide shut 
But I see your guiding light


A light that makes me
Blush in delight!
The garden grape green,
The flowers smelling serene,
The glowworms glitters,
In this landscape yellow, reds and greens.

From your gardens of fruits
I want to have a tasty feast 
For you’re the pleasure I seek
Take me home before I’m awake


Not for me, 
Not for you,
Not for us,
But for the 'love' that entangles us,
Entangles hearts and soul.
Take me home,
For the heaven's sake.
Take me home, please
Before I'm awake.

I am sleeping in my dreams 
But wide awake in yours
I feel completely addled 
And lost my ways of truths

If insomnia has a different side
I would remain sleeping 
I need not wake up soon
From this pleasant view dreaming.


For it makes me cry,
It makes me smile
Like a happy child
With hopes so high,
Those hopes,
I know, shall never die!

@jobira &
@Saumya
**=Jobira's lines.

Lemme know how it was
Thankyou for reading, Commenting and the reactions :)
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.
Collaboration  with a friend :)
Saumya Dec 2017
The silence,
It cries...
Of disdain and despise
...Listen.

The cries,
It hides,
Things you mustn't avoid
...Listen.


The misfortunes,
It whispers,
Life's all about keeping up the fight
...Listen.*

The success,
It chides,
Don't be full of pride
For humbleness takes one, Miles
...Listen.
Just a scribbly pondering :)

Lemme know how you felt bout the poem.
Thankyou for reading, and commenting, and the reactions too
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 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:(  )
Saumya Sep 2017
The sun shines bright
Causing daylight
The moon shines low
Between those milky clowds below.

You are my sun,
You are the moon.
You are the autumn
That lets me bloom

I love you baby,
Like your stares
I love it
How you stare me there

You smile at me
And I smile back to you
Salivating high
With something due.


Let's make this night,
The one for us
Let's make us know
How deep can we  love.


You shut the door,
As enter in our room
I know my love,
You want our union
To be at its fullest bloom
To be calmer and soothing like moon


You take my hands
And clutch them in your hand
And keep them on your shoulders
Comming closer, closer to me
As much as you can
Like a brave soldier.
Smiling wider as he can.

You look in my eyes
I look in yours.
Your eyes tell more
Than your mouth for sure .

You grab me close,
Closer to you
Putting your tongue inside my mouth.
We lick and ****
We lick and ****
Quenching, quenching
Our wild thirst
Oh how delicious are your lips when they are pink and glimmering wet.

I grab you close
Touch your mouth
By my nose
And turn and sit on your lap
And toes.

I kiss you neck,
With a deep, deep sigh
Nibbling, bitting , tickling
You all over
Asking  
Is this pure delight?

And while you smirked
And bit back my neck,
I put my hand
Inside your pant.

I loved that smirk
I loved that grin,
I loved how you folded your chin.

I squeezed it hard,
Which was so so hard,
And oh! Your ****
Was so huge and stark.

I took off ur pant,
And made you stand,
And  I bent down
To **** your rod, from top to end.
Squeezed your *****
And encircled it with my hands.


You smiled and smirked
Caressed my hair
And relished my worship
Here and there.

And oh, while I was
******* your ****
You unhooked my bra
As you seemed naughitly thirsty.

You asked me to stop
And so did I
You turned me back
Shaked and squeezed
My ***** with pride.

I moaned and moaned
And so did you
You took me in your arms
And ****** my milk jugs
Like a cute baby.
I caressed ur cheeks
And moaned sweetly.

And oh, while you were
******* them so good
You slid your hand
Inside my thing.

And ahhh ahhh my love,
You started rubbing hard
caressing, and kissing deep
My thing.
You smiled and grinned
And so did we
Taking off my pants
Brightened your views.

I blushed and blushed,
And smiled at you
You smirked and grinned
Whispering,
Ahhh baabbby I soo love you!!

You opened your mouth.
Driiped in your saliva
And started licking in
And ferociously outside.

You grabbed my thighs
Putting your wetter tongue deeper deeper inside.
You were busy eating it
Like your favorite pudding.

You relished it all.
I relished it too
I still  smile and giggle alone
Reminiscing how you engulfed it whole.

Your squeezed my *****
With both your hands
Licking licking
Me all over again

I asked you to stop
And so did you.
And while we sighed heavily.
You jumped on my top
******* me hard
And slowly, slowly.
Inserting your ****
In my flower


We moaned and groaned,
And you slid it in.
Kissed my cheeks
And covered my mouth with your palm.

And as your **** was all in me,
It made me yours
And you were mine.
Making us feel so divine.

You pushed  it in
Ahhhh....Ahhhhh
You pulled it out.
Ahhhh.ahhhh
Muuuah... Muuuaaaaahhhh
we relished our oneness
Till we both came
came to numbness.


I hugged you tight
With a big bright smile
You grinned at us
Complementing and chanting
You my  love
Are beautiful than that sky
Prettier that the stars
That sparkle so bright.

I love you now,
will love you forever
My lovely ****** goddess
my forever beautifully hot and  lovely wife!!
This is my first attempt to writing an ****** piece. Please let me know how it was :)
. Thankyou for reading :)
Saumya Dec 2017
It started with happiness,
And a half smile then,
But ah! It's so soon,
That the year's at end.

It started with people,
I then called friends,
But, Oh! Those friends
Didn't last till end
And Now, Will no more
As the Years at end.

It started with hope,
To achieve most since then,
But sigh* who knew,
God had different plans?
But then, what can be done,
Instead of acceptance
That Now, The year's at end.

It started with joys,
A sense of content,
That things are in control
Every now and then.
But ah! It pains
That it's end,
Took off all the happiness,
I earned.
And now, what's left
Instead of acceptance?
Acceptance of the fact,
That the years at end.
Fact.
2017 has been the most pathetic year of my life.What I wished, is exactly what I didn't get. What I deserved, was taken away from me....I hope this was enough to make you feel, what this year blessed me with...Yes, despair obviously!
I just hope, the next year turns out to be the best one for us all
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 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)❤️
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?
Saumya Nov 2017
Now, that you're gone,
And left me in dew,
I wish there were things,
You better knew...

The peace
The silence
Will always be due,
The peace,
The silence
That were then so true.

Your talks, my laughs
Your persevering view,
Made me smile,
With nods for you
Like it was just, just you!

The fights, the frown,
Were then still still cute,
Maybe because,
It was with you!

You left, Not asked,
With a lame excuse,
An excuse ,I know
That was just so not true.

I wish you stayed,
could perceive the truth,
That there was somebody,
Who loved, loved you.

There's still a voice,
That connects me with you,
That makes me smile, shed tears for you
and often makes me miss you,

But now you're gone,
I don't have you,
I wish my love,
You could see the truth.

But then it's late,
To be in the dew,
And I hope,
That was all
...Only If you knew.
Thankyou for reading, and reacting.
All your comments and feedbacks are most welcome.
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.
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.)
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.)
Saumya Sep 2017
I m good to you
And great with others
You see?
But oh, I'm the one
Who isn't me indeed.

I please you you today,
May please others the comming day,
And thats how
'People pleasing' flows in my way.

But you know what,
What I wanna want you know today?
'People pleasing helps one
In no ways!'

You mind may applaud you now and then,
But you heart soul will  noway,
Because pretending
What you aren't
Is sheer disgrace!

Be proud of you,
Smile and say,
'Im good, I'm great
And I  follow my heart's way,
Because it's me and myself
That knows our ways.

Why to pretend,
Why to be afraid
Pretending never helps
One anyway!
Random piece...Just a thought
Saumya Apr 2019
There's more to a person,
Than their faces.
There's more to a book,
Than their pages.
Saumya Sep 2017
Sometimes it feels like
The only thing you've ever wanted
Is the only thing
That doesn't wants you back.

Sometimes it feels like
The only thing you used to be so good at
Doesn't want you to be
Anymore good to it back.

Sometimes it feels like
The only things you ever thought
Were yours
Doesn't wish to be yours anymore.

Sometimes it feels like
all virtues you've always had
Are making their way
Far, faraway from you.

Sometimes it feels like
There isn't anything left
The heart's so frustrated
The brain tired
And our soul
Misses, misses
It's inner sire.
This is a random poem from me.
Lemme know how it was to you :)

Thankyou for reading, liking & commenting.
Saumya Nov 2017
She,
Who's perceives,
Your deepest mystery.

She,
Who adores nature,
Just more, more than me.

She,
Who's a fresh air,
That can so well heal.

She,
Who listens,
But will never judge you
To be silly.

She,
Who can smile,
In her greatest miseries.

She,
Who loves,
And sees all as a good being.

She
Who's sans, sans a family,
But blessed and pampered
By her pets daily,

She,
Who'll prove,
'Age is just a number,
In intimacy.'

She,
Who's heart, is so,so  lively
A heart, that Pours love pious,  incessantly.

She,
Who dwells in a heaven on earth,
Nests in her alluring heavenly hearth,
Amidst the birds, plants and beasts.
And is so, so fond of nature's mirth

She,
Who's fond of nature and tree.

She,
Who so loves writing poetry.
And Is a pro,
At this proficient artistry

She,
Who'll spread happiness,
Wherever she'll be.

Is my sweet,
sweet aunt-friend
My dear aunt and friend
Called 'Margie'!
Margie is a friend of mine, I met on Niume.

This is a poem, I wrote for her.
Lemme know how's it.
Thankyou for reading, and the reactions.
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 :)
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._
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!
Saumya Nov 2017
Ever wondered why everyone who speaks a lot, speaks not anything at a state, where they could just speak a lot?

Well, that's a condition, when the mind tells us something else, the soul reflects something else, and in between all these loud voice, the 'heart' merely throbs, and whispers things,that one themselves can't understand and figure out! And it is then, one becomes, 'Silent'.

Silence, is a very pious condition, a being can be in.It is this silence, that connects us, to ourselves, to our surroundings, to nature, and the creator.It is because of this fact, that one who is depressed, or is suffering from anxiety isues, often wish to be in solitude.

Silence heals, silence helps one perceive the unperceivable things, silence helps one figure out the situation, and silence, shows us the   'right way' because we involve God's consent in whatever we do then.

Silence again, is a virtue not possessed by many! While there will be some, who are hardly quiet, there also are people who hardly talk.To know exactly when and till when should one be quiet, and when should one never be quiet is an art.And that's exactly what differentiates people from other people.

The wiser ones are the most quiet ones often.They don't exaggerate things, and Exactly opposite to them are the fools.Ever seen a bird complaining about the bad weather or the grains she didn't bget from your house? Obviously not!Even birds complain not, and fight not, for what they didn't get.They stay quiet, and find some other way to get what they need.

Maybe this is why there's such peace, such seerinity in our holy places, no matter how much of a crowd gathers there! Ever seen a priest getting agitated by the noises crowds make?
No, they respect people, and they have patience to deal with the crowd, because they know, people's habit can't be changed, as each habit takes months and years to be foemwd.everyone is different, and so are they.and most of all, we all are the children if God.

Anything that holds knowledge is mostly quiet, and patient.Whether it's the sun, the moon, the winds, the sea, the breeze, the daylight, the dark, and Most importantly Our 'Creator'.

It is because they are quiet, we respect them.The day  nature, and the Gods start speaking, they'll speak stuffs that we'll not want to hear again.For it is human nature, to respect people and things, only till the time, they don't harm and react.The day, it happens, we'll leave and lose respect for such people and things, forever .

It is therefore very important to speak less, listen more., For they who listen much are much listened and respected.Value Silence, Value Yourself!
Just a thought :)

Lemme know how it was.
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! :)
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! :)
Saumya Aug 2017
Santiago set out to catch some fish,
He sailed out further, then had his want
And waited patiently with the prayer and wish
With the remorseless lament.

For awhile the boy, Malolin
Joined this ole man, to learn fishing
But the old man was, so dreary and weak
Weak enough, to let go months resting.

Manolin  was a a fair young kid,
A kid of twelve or more
Santiago was an old man,
A man of eighty four!

The boy got annoyed,
And decided to leave
Thinking the old man,
Was disgruntled to perceive.

But one fine day, when the sun smiled at this case
The old man tried to set off his dismay
He thought to go fishing & get his bait
Like he did so happily, in his boyhood days!

He set out, set again and caught some fish
He sailed out further, and had his want.
He saw a birdie, leading him to sea
He caught more tuna,  and one bigger fish that fullfilled his want.

He relished the tunas, the sea offered as  gift
He loved how yummy, yummy it looked.
But hardly noticed the deep line,
the bigger fish had something big on it, that may further get him hooked.

He used a small line,
To snug a dolphin.
That had in it two small fish
They hid it it, Shining and smiling.

He fought his need for sleep and fatigue,
Of constantly keeping hold of line
Before he saw the bigger  fish,
Suddenly circling his boat's outline.

He assumed the fish's weight to be twice of his boat
He stabbed the fish with a masterstroke.
He used his hope to the utmost
Tied the fish to a side of his boat,somewhere thinking to take it to shore.

He let the current have him whole,
Fearing the sharks might sniff
Sniff the blood off the big fish,
In some hours or just a jiff.

The first shark took the hefty bite,
Before he got stabbed by Santiago's harpoon,
The  second one took just a quarter bite,
But before these two got dead soon, they took with em the half harpoon.

The old man fashioned a yet new harpoon,
Fixing the knife to an oak stick,
He used it then for the sharks to come,
But , oh! It split on a new shark's skull click.

He fought, and fought, but oh, at last,
The old man won, with the major loss
He returned to the shore in moonlit night,
& Found the fish just had a residual skeletal mass.

He reached the shore, with tears of remorse
Oh, how bravely did the old man fought!
Though it was a ' Victorious loss'
He thought while dragging the mast to shore while  Monolin  came running, discussing how he fought.

The boy smiled at the bravery, the old man showed,
He smiled at the old man like he saw a hero,
He hugged him tight, &  smiled in delight
And called Santiago,  'His  brave hero'!


And so you see , this sad story
Ends
Santiago tried to help himself,
But he needed the help of his
Friend,
To provide him with some worldly wealth.
This is my first attempt to ballad :) lemme know how it was to you? If you've anything that I need to know bout editing this, please send me your suggestion through ur messages.

Thankyou
Saumya Oct 2017
Words that I say,
You don't get.
Heart that I pour out,
You distrust.

All things I do for you,
You interrupt.
You take my love for granted,
Misconidering it, to be 'lust'

We are far,
Far to be friends,
Far to even trust,
Far enough, to distrust,
Misinterpreting things to lust!
I guess, tears, remorse
And laments all

That will ever be the element,
Of the impossible 'Us'
A real story.

Thanks for reading :)
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.
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.
Saumya Nov 2017
A tree stands tall on soil,
A human on earth,
The ground,
forming soils upper 'crust'.
But what would thou be,
If sans was the soil first?

We origunated from the soil,
Evolve through it,
One day, we'll be this soil
The soil, on which thou may never sit.

Life still isn't a thing,
without this mere soil.
It endures so much,
Yet gives back peace.
And complains not,
Of its strife's and greifs!

The food we eat,
The air we breathe,
Will all be futile,
Sans soil beneath.

There wouldn't be trees,
Would fresh air we'd breath?
The water we drink,
Would'en really be free?
And Oh, the ground that
Endures you feet,
Would you be standing,
Without the soil beneath?

The soil forms lifes,
Aids us live,
But little we know,
Of its sincerest deeds!

It burns itself,
To prevent us  from heat,
It wettens itself,
And absorbs all heat.

The birds,
The beasts,
the tinniest creatue indeed,
Are the elements indebted
to soil in brief.

Thou life is but this soil,
The soil that reings life,
we are the trees,
Who stand on it,
Who laugh, endure,
Learn, speak,
Yet keeps so much,
like those little seeds.

Thy parent are seeds,
And the roots to be
Thy friends are leaves,
That may shed in weeks,
Thy siblings the arms,
Those helping hands in deeds.

The soil of life,
Sees success, misfortune and griefs,
Yet fertile is the one,
Who masters to smile even in adversities.
The soil is major part of eternity,
And our lives an essential part,
The part, we then call as an 'evergrowing tree'
Just a thought :)

All feedbacks are most welcome.
Thankyou for reading, Commenting and the reactions
Saumya Dec 2017
'Man' is the creature of circumstancial hormones, he knows things, but does just what his mere hormones allow!
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