tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75264812621701212862025-10-31T07:29:39.799+05:30An escape route to my soul...Preetilata【ツ】http://www.blogger.com/profile/09139256480968459892noreply@blogger.comBlogger178125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7526481262170121286.post-13438915938730462802014-04-04T15:55:00.000+05:302014-04-04T16:10:50.844+05:30

Like morning raaga, it fills the heart That kiss of sun, sparkling on the shoulder  Like the golden mischief that glints in your eyes  Like a gypsies magic, it spells all around  A little bit of honey and a lot of dew  A waif of air that carries folklore  The rustic elegance and the high heels of sophistication  Mysterious allure, and a mystic appeal.&

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Bedazzled, besotted are the alleys of my heart Ah! The gift of love ~*~ P.S: Not at all happy with the post. But I think I should be happy for the simple fact that at least I wrote something. All thanks to my Write Tribe. A to Z Challenge 2013: Broken Yet Intact 

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My muse is a pesky soul; an embodiment of disobedience. I give in to her whims and fancies and let her tame me. But during this A to Z 2014 Challenge, I seek the power to tame the mighty her so that she dances on the tip of my nib and lets me write in abundance, in joy, an in glory divine. ~*~ A to Z Challenge 2013: April and the Autumn Leaves

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25 October 2013 I had this feeling that i am going to die today. In my imagination i saw death today. There, in those dingy by-lanes of that world, it looked straight in my eyes. I can't say if i was afraid or not. May be i was. May be i was not. But the only thing that crossed my mind was the thought of these two people. 1. Him 2. Maa There was this crazy sensation that ran through

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चाहा तो था की पन्ने भर दूँगी शब्दो को पिरो के जाल बुन दूँगी इन गहराइयों में समंदर है या कोई खाई- समेट कर इन्हे मुट्ठी में भर लूँगी सन्नाटो के परतो पे सतरंगी संसार बसे  है  सीपियो और सहेलियो में  अंतर तो कुछ भी नही क्या सोचा था और क्या जोड़ती चली गई शब्दों के मायने वक़्त ले चला बहा  अहसास आज कुछ इस तरह से उमड़े है काग़ज़ो के साँचे में ढलना गवारा नही

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It was not an ordinary day anymore. Within a flash of second something had just changed. Some kind of magic was there in the air that got hold of us to cast its spell on. I felt it; you too. You knew it; I too. Next, the only thing I remember seeing is the flashes of lights even in the darkness around. And I was lost, the moment your trembling lips touched mine. Amid the hustle and bustle

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I am not able to write anything. My Muse is on leave and even after spending around two hours, I am unable to write. I have one Scintilla in mind which is not letting me to sleep but I guess it is still not the right time for it to take shape in words. But I promise to myself that I am going to do it soon. Unlike before I am not dumping my visions and ideas in the backyard of my heart anymore.

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And then mamma I was dragged there by my collars. It was a huge room with stars all around. I have never seen so many stars before.  But then baby, don’t you know stars reside only in the sky?  And that’s why I was scared mom, and you know I could even touch them.  Oh! I see! So did not your fingers get burnt?  Umm…. I do not remember that. Did it? But mom,

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Something suddenly pricks the heart, exactly right there where it happens to carry the feeling called saudade. A surge of indescribable pain and a heavy mist of worthless longings fill the room, surpassing every other feeling that resides there. The heart knows that the reality is different and accepts the harsh veracity that these longings will forever remain futile. The loss is too big to be

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"Meraki [may-rah-kee] (adjective) This is a word that modern Greeks often use to describe doing something with soul, creativity, or love — when you put “something of yourself” into what you’re doing, whatever it may be. Meraki is often used to describe cooking or preparing a meal, but it can also mean arranging a room, choosing decorations, or setting an elegant table.  There is no

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"It is his memories that help me feel his presence. And the sublime fragrances of those memories make me fall in love with him again and again." ,  Dated: 7th Jan, 1985 Bluish ink was strewn on one of the pages of your old tattered diary. Was it your attempt to demolish the monument of some of your memories? Word by word you must have raised a castle with wide open windows and it

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Mansi and I share a bond that got built over the bridges of words. She is one rare writer whom I adore to the core of my heart. What makes her so special to me is the way i feel connected to her via her words. Every time i read her i am in awe of her and what's more mysterious is the truth that i feel as if she is speaking my heart albeit in a much better and beautiful way. She is my darling

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"Once you land here, you can feel that everything smells of rain. I come here only to get drenched in this pure rain. A new Me is born whenever…" "Shhhh…Let the clouds of pain that are hovering in your eyes take the shape of rain today. Let you say, a true me is born today." ~*~ P.S: I am again hit by the writer's as well as reader's block and hence I am M.I.A. Dug this very

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Atrocities of human mind know no bound. It is really unfortunate to see that we humans have become sadists and thus derive some goddamn pleasure by inflicting pain upon others, be it on animals or on our fellow human beings. Else how could we, the self considered superior race can label the people of some other communities as Born Criminals? India is surely a strange place where strangely

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Diamonds on wire, shine  To color me in seven A cuckoo chuckles ~*~ Dear Readers, I would love to know your interpretations on the above Haiku I have written. Esp. about your thoughts on the mention of 'Cuckoo chuckles'. I t would be wonderful to know what image did the Haiku create in your mind. Haiku and other Japanese form of poetry have always been my favorites and this way I

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Blossoms of carnations cannot distract me anymore. For long they have kind of replaced your memories. Or should I say they've made your memories to blossom in the courtyard of my heart? You said that you were a mirage. A frivolous soul precisely! Whose existence would hold no importance in anyone’s life. Perhaps you were right as I carried on pretty well without you. Through the window, like

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The day is about to break. And just before the sun is to appear on stage, an orange sheen has engulfed the azure sky. Birds frolicking by and she, yet half asleep is all set to practice for her music competition. Even on the final day she is far from perfecting the song her teacher has selected for her. Scared and nervous and with tears in her eyes she requests to change the song. A vehement

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सुनो! तुम कहा करते थे इन उंगलियों और सिलवटों के बीच की दूरियों में गुनगुने कई अहसास बसा करते हैं. तरंग की लहरें यूँ ही नहीं उठती, थमती और गिरती है नज़दीकियों के पागलपन को  इसी का सहारा जो हैं  बौराई सी तेरी याद में  जब सागर लहरे बावरे कुछ  अफ़साने ढूंड लेती है  बारिश की बूँदों का शोर  कहा रास आता है  तुम कहते हो  शोर भी संगीत है 

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In the realms of my negligible existence, there are some miniature moments when I shine bright from some light within. You were lucky to catch that glimpse of me. And I was fortunate to hold you responsible for that silver lining on my bare heart. You did not notice and I did not realize that in you, I, on that very day, atop the sunset point, saw the man with whom my subconscious mind has

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This is a Guest Post by one of my best Blogger friends named Mithe. We are friends since long long time and   I am actually very lucky to meet her in real life as well. She is one hell of a writer and my all time favorite as well. It's a pity that she has stopped writing due to certain reasons and one of which is time constraint. But the worst thing ever is that she thinks herself to be

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इक अजनबी रात कुछ ऐसी गहरी थी  कि नजाने दो राहे कब मिल गई-  बेख़बर से एक जहाँ मे.  और हमने इतिहास भी बस ऐसे ही लिख डाला  दो-चार शब्दो और आधे अधूरे पन्नो मे. ~A dedication to my dear one who deserves a much better dedication.~

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ख़्याल- तितलियाँ है. आँखों से ओंझल होते ही कायनात में समा जाती है. वक़्त की धार जब सबकुछ बहा ले जाती है इन बिखरे शब्दो के जाल में आँसू और मुस्कान- कुछ छाप छोड़ जाते है. गुनगुनाने के लिए उम्र भर. दिल रोता है तो हमेशा आँसू ही नहीं बहते. कुछ और भी है. खुश होने के लिए मौके कल्पनाओं में भी मिल जाते हैं कभी कभी. शायद लिखने भर से हीं सुकून सा कुछ मिल जाता हैं रूह को जीने के लिए. This is in

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Here comes our Pinku in all her glory to say Hello to all you lovely people out there. Yes, she loves Margarita as much as We do. Come, join us, to beat the Dilli heat. Pinku is the symbol of our love and enthusiasm for everything Paper. 

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Breads layered and topped and doused and surrounded and complimented with Awesomeness. :D While in McLeodganj we ate all the time. Every time. At Jimmy's this awesomeness is prepared and served with love and care.  ♥

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