MY EXPERIENCES, MY IMAGINATION

Friends, this Sunday, after a long time, I'm posting a poem and as the title says its about those kisses where love evolves more in our lives. Its about those kisses where promises are made silently... Hope you all like it.. #KissofLove She hugged me and said "You are my King, And our love song with you, I always wanna sing." I whispered in her ears "For a Queen you are, Only a king like me can love and care." She came closer and put her lips on mine, And with us, every star in the sky did shine. I saw her eyes closed and cheeks red, To show her love she was no more afraid. I took her closer and hugged her tighter, An action that said I am nothing without her. And caressing her head and long hairs, Each passing moment of kissing increased my desire. Two minutes had passed and we spoke nothing, But those were the moments our hearts conversed everything. From life till death it will always be you, Even after 100 year...

Here presenting the last part of #RegretsInLove , the story of Vivek, Natasha and Shreya. Hope you all like it. The links to first and second part are given below.. E verything I know about myself is false. Who am I? What happened to me? And where is Shreya?? What happened to her??? My body couldn’t take any more stress and I just fell flat on the floor. ......... Link to first part -  REGRETS IN LOVE - PART 1 Link to second part-  REGRETS IN LOVE - PART 2 ........... ........... "Shreya, don't you love me? I can understand I was busy preparing for exams, but now I have got the job and my posting will be mostly here. We can easily make our life wonderful."  "Vivek, you were not available emotionally to me. Everytime I called you, you were busy with your preparations. Even for the sake of love, you could have met me; but no. And I am sorry but Gaurav gave me all those what I had expected from you" Tears were rolling down from Shreya's be...

Taking forward the story of Vivek, Natasha and Shreya, here presenting the second part of the story #RegretsInLove. For those who have read the first part, I think will find this interesting. And those who haven't, I request you all to please read the first part and then this part. I hope you all will like this. ......Natasha entered my room with a cup of coffee. How could I ever say her that Shreya was my first love and that bike rider was me? How could I even say that it was not an accident; rather a momentary action from anger? But yes, Natasha was right. The person who did this can never live in peace..... The link to first part is:  FIRST PART OF REGRETS IN LOVE ................ Even while bathing, those past memories came alive. The way I slapped her face and in a feat of rage I drove my bike not knowing I drove it right on her left leg. I just can’t forget all those incidents which haunts me even now. After the bath, while entering my room Natasha called again, “V...

Friends, for the first time I have tried to pen a short story instead of a poem. Do give your comments if you liked it or not. Or even if you see areas and scopes for improvement, do mail me or comment below. Hope you all read it till the end. She came close to me and said, “It’s over, dear.” Tears rolled out of my eyes as I sat on my bike and looked her face. I kept on thinking about all my efforts that went in vain. I kept on thinking about all my love that ended nowhere. I wiped my tears and again looked at her; observing her eyes that once twinkled hearing my name; those lips which had made me feel my first kiss; those long black hairs which I always played with; those cheeks which have felt million touches from my fingers and lips. How could she forget all that? How could anybody wipe out all these memories? I looked down to the earth and up to the sky, and I felt as if my life is over right here right now. Breaking my thoughts, Natasha suddenly touched my hands and aske...

I have heard a lot of people saying love is worse, its bad. The breakups are terrible. Love makes you cry, etc... Well, I defer and so does love.. So this weekend it will be LOVE saying you all that don't blame it please. I hope you all like this post. Love asked shedding few tears, “Why of me everyone fears? I am not the reason for anyone’s breakup for sure, Rather breakups happen when I die in a relation dear.” I felt the statement by love is absolutely correct, But we humans don’t accept this simple fact; That it’s the person who was not right, And we blame love and with it we fight. Love was never and will never be bad, But we forget its happiness in a moment of sad. Love is hurt as it is always blamed, When people accuse it of being a game which was played. To be truthful, there’s no greater power; Than love to bind us together at this hour. Love is that fountain bearing tower, Below which I would everyday love to take shower. ...