Artist By Chance

Addictive Love

2019-01-27T02:04:00.000-08:00

The clinging art,

Of aesthetic mind,

Where hope resembles,

The urge of beats,

To glow the realms,

Of seductive threshold,

On the lines of-

Addictive love!

Love poem- Love so divine

2014-10-05T00:11:00.003-07:00

I never entangled,

The internal entwine,

I never cared,

What people decline,

My heart knew,

unfailingly,

our vivid love,

Is so divine.

A pencil sketch of Monica Belluci

2013-03-13T00:08:00.004-07:00

A sacred foreplay

2013-03-04T08:53:00.000-08:00

You & me all alone,
Resting inside,

A candle-lit room,
Filled with,
The Aroma of love,
Filled with,
The warmth of love,
Ascending intimacy,
And creating space,
For a new relation,
To make us feel,
Each others passion.

Gently I moved,
A little forward,
To plant on your neck,
A passionate kiss.
A lightning stroke,
All through your spine,
Letting you plunge,
In a world to fantasize,
And deeply we looked,
In each others eyes.

Your eyes got filled,
With pleasing love-tears.
As you blinked,
A drop of gratification,
Came out rolling,
From your eye,
Making a trail,
On your cheek,
Sliding slowly,
Through your neck,
And eventually rests,
On your breast.

Holding your face,
With both my hands,
I swiped the trail,
Off your cheek.
Your eyes got shut,
Then & there,
Signalling me-
I'm all yours,

With all the fair.

I cuddled your lips,
Juicy & pink,
And came into play,
A subtle French kiss,

With eternal Bliss.

After sharing,
The love-juices,
Your tongue,
Tickled my ear,
And Softly you whispered-
"Make love to me,
For hours & hours,
Throughout the nights,
With desperate desires,

And countless love-bites".

In a state of hypnotism,
I picked you up,
With both my hands,
To rest you on,
A cozy bed,
Your eyes remained
Still closed,

And breath of yours,
Heavily rose.

I gave you chills,
on the bare skin,
To explore the areas,
You wanted me to,
The waves of goosebumps,
I could witness,
When I moved my palms,
All over your back.

I pampered you,
Like a kid,
Till your eyes,
Went dry,
As a mother does,
While she sings,
A sweet lullaby.

Bepanaah pyar hai tumse

2012-09-18T23:26:00.004-07:00

पागलपन की हद तक प्यार करके देखो मुझे,

शमा जलने की देर है बस,

आँखों की पलकें भी ना झपक पायेगी,

कोई घडी कहीं थम जाएगी बस।

मेरी साँसों को परख के देखो ज़रा,

खुदको होंश खोने दो ज़रा,

एक जनम में कुछ नहीं रखा,

जन्मो-जनम तक प्यार करके देखो ज़रा।

मरके ही तो जीना सीखा है उसने,

जिसने प्यार की कोई सीमा नहीं देखि,

मैं तो तुम्हारी रूह से ही प्यार कर बैठा,

अब तो सिर्फ मरने का इंतज़ार है।

प्यार करो तो ऐसा करना,

की तुम- तुम न रहो,

मैं- मैं न रहूं,

पागलपन का दूसरा नाम है यह ,

इस जहां को जितने का एहसास है यह।

अपनी आर्ज़ुओं को यूँ न दबाओ,

बस एक- सिर्फ एक,

अपना कदम बढ़ा कर तो देखो,

मेरे प्यार का इम्तेहान ले कर तो देखो।

Get Well Soon My Love

2012-09-13T09:21:00.001-07:00

The times when,

Oh my love,

You don't feel well,

I get worries,

Bubbling up,

One by one.

These bubbles grow,

These bubbles ascend,

Until your smile,

Plays like a needle,

Popping out,

The bubbles of worries,

To take a chill-out,

I love you- I shout.

When you breathe in,

Fresh air out there,

Calls off-

The strike of pain,

Sheds off-

The load of pain,

Tranquilizing mind and soul,

And positive hopes,

All I gain.

When your heart,

Beats in rhythm,

It synchronizes,

With the beats of mine,

Pumping throughout,

The love-blood rush,

Providing senses,

A sweet-sweet lush.

I feel calm,

I feel poised,

I fall in love,

For I know,

In my nest,

You rest my dove.

Get well soon,

Oh my love,

And I'll get well,

Too my love.

Directions of love

2012-08-28T02:10:00.002-07:00

Directionless were you,

Directionless was me,

After love-rendezvous,

The two paths changed,

Themselves to one.

Addiction

2012-08-01T03:32:00.001-07:00

It stings,

It bites,

It rules-

Our daily lives.

It grips,

It clutches,

And death becomes,

An everyday Process.

Be it Alcohol,

Be it sex,

Be it tobacco,

Be it drugs,

Addiction is,

A dreadful curse.

Love birds

2012-08-01T02:57:00.001-07:00

Two love birds flying,

One got hit,

But-

Another one died!

Longing in Love

2012-07-29T01:54:00.001-07:00

Waiting for that moment,

Eyes wide open,

With longing seemed,

Reaching its end,

To unfold,

The enigma of love.

Four letters

2012-07-27T23:28:00.004-07:00

Getting Blind,

In the four letter word,

You stand on the ground,

And you don't know,

You are still falling.

Love cocoon

2011-12-26T21:34:00.000-08:00

Shattering off-

A love cocoon,

A butterfly I'm,

Feeling now,

Free to hop,

From flower to flower,

To intercept and inhale,

The Love pheromones…

Into the flights,

All alone,

Where predators stay,

Eyeing on you,

To put an end,

The free rein…

They didn't know,

How I broke,

My love cocoon,

Only to become,

Resilient against,

The wind of foes,

And the flying daggers,

Just to overcome,

The enmity scorched…

When I loved you

2011-12-17T01:12:00.000-08:00

In the world of billions,

Only one you are,

You are the story only,

I heard so far…

You are the music,

That touches my ears,

As if I'm listening,

Since ages and years…

I saved for you,

The air I inhaled,

To blow with feeling,

In the flute of love...

The source of power,

yes you are-

That keeps,

My heartbeat ticking,

To make me stand,

On my feet…

I can still reach you,

While completely blind folded,

Without meeting you-

In person,

I spent with you,

The whole vacation…

In search of true love

2011-11-15T06:15:00.000-08:00

In search of true love,

I turned myself,

Into a rose,

With a hope of someone,

Will gift my fragrance,

As a token of love.

In search of true love,

I turned myself,

Into a drop of tear,

With a hope of someone,

Will wipe me off,

To console the inside.

In search of true love,

I turned myself,

Into the moonlight,

With a hope of someone,

Will take a walk,

While holding hands.

In search of true love,

I turned myself,

Into a candle,

With a hope of someone,

Will lit me up,

To illuminate desires.

In search of true love,

I turned myself,

Into a shoulder,

With a hope of someone,

Will rest on me,

And promise the future.

In search of true love,

I turned myself,

Into money,

With a hope of someone,

Will show me off,

To buy the comforts.

Gradually and gradually,

Nothing left in this world,

That I didn't,

Turn myself into,

In search of true love,

Just! in search of true love.

Leaving a conclusion,

For me I know,

Nothing like "true love,"

Exists in this world,

But exists only,

Two little things-

Either you love,

Or you don't!

If love is there,

The feeling is true always,

Then why we add,

The word 'true,'

Just before,

The word 'love?'

Poor word 'love,'

Can only contemplate,

On the alteration,

On the insecurity,

This I come to know,

When I turned myself,

Into the feeling of 'love.'

Now I can say,

Happily and proudly,

The title of this verse,

Should be,

'In search of love,'

Instead of,

'In search of true love.'

- With love Monu Awalla

Red rose- The other side

2011-11-01T07:04:00.000-07:00

Poe-a-tree Hop- A Roy Durham initiative
Theme- Red rose

One day while wondering,
A red rose cried,
Seeing this,
I asked the flower,
Why are you crying,
Instead of feeling,
A heart full of pride?

Replying to me,
Said the red rose-
"People make me happy,
People make me sad,
They play with my meaning,
Like someone who is mad!"

The words seemed,
A riddle to me,
A riddle enough,
To put me at sea,
The red rose caught ,
My- 'Being puzzled,'
With voice so soft,
The rose explained-
"Let me tell you,
How I feel,
The thinking of people,
When I deal!

The story goes,
Like this my dear friend-
Once upon a time,
There were two friends,
A girl and a boy,
Named- Mary and Hanks,
They called themselves-
Best-best buddies,
And no one was like them,
In the whole paris!

Everyday I saw them,
Laughing and helping,
Together and happy,
Until one day,
Changed the whole parity!

Hanks- One day,
Came walking up to me,
To pluck me with joy,
Of gifting me to Mary,
I felt special,
I felt ecstatic,
As I knew the vibes,
Was not at all fanatic!

Finally!
The moment came,
The very next day,
When Hanks met Mary,
To display sweet-gesture,
Like the sweetness holds,
The red-red cherry!

With all the excitement,
With all the love,
He raised the hand,
To handover me,
Oh! I felt delighted,
I felt elated,
In overwhelming pleasure,
With infinite measure!

Before i could feel,
The warmth of love,
Mary slapped,
The innocent Hanks,
'I don't want to marry you,
Yelled Mary Jones,'
Then and there shattered,
All my pride,
Sending within me,
A wave of moans!

Heartbroken Hanks,
Replied gently,
'I didn't come here,
To propose you my dear,
I came to express,
My feelings so pure,
Towards our friendship,
For I know its special,
A relation to cheers,
A relation to wow,
Like this elegant rose,
I'm holding,
In my hand right now!'

The words melt,
Mary to ground,
Now the apology,
Looked very formal,
Since she knew,
She lost the faith,
Hanks put,
On their friendship,
Now no one can untie,
The knot tied,
By Mary in haste,
A knot between,
The sweetest of all relations,
Is no more remained,

Sweeter in taste!"

- Monu Awalla

Happy Birthday to our Sweet and lovely friend "Geeta"

2011-10-21T12:12:00.000-07:00

A sweet enchanting you are..

Pleases To Every Soul,

Gushing foam flakes you are..

Enthralling Presence,

Fluttering frisky clouds you are..

An Architect Of Smiles,

Cluster of gleaming stars you are..

Charismatic Spark,

Bright raise of Sun you are..

Enlightening the dark..

Peace of heart you are..

Overwhelm The Sadness,

You are a refreshing fragrance ,

Fragmenting Surround,

Seven colors of a Rainbow you are..

Coloring the fade of one's life,

Pearl of rain you are..

For whom everyone opens the windows of heart to let enter the joy,

As you came in our lives,

Integrated us with smile eliminating the grief behind,

You once again lighten up the spark of our smile that once faded away,

Being with you we got to know the real fun,

The innovations of unalloyed life and to not lack behind,

The glory of your friendship helped us to fight against the hardship of life,

You are the melody enchanting in every heart..

And may this melody in everyone's memory in everyone's murmur,

It's our wish so keep enchanting melodious Geet (Song) forever our dear Geeta..:)

-Simran

गीता! नाम में ही है एक सरगम

गीता! प्रेम और दोस्ती का संगम

गीता है भोलापन

गीता है अपनापन

गीता है प्यार

गीता है नटखट

गीता है चंचल

गीता है ज्ञान

गीता है सुर

गीता है ताल

गीता है संगीत

एक मधुर तान

गीता है अनुपम

गीता है मधुरं

गीता तो है केवल

निश्छल प्रेम

गीता है सुन्दरता

गीता है मित्रता

गीता जैसी कोई नही

वोह तो है बस गीता

- Mohini

------------(Geeta dancing)------------

A dancing girl,
With so much of elegance,
Delighting others,
With a bright sheen of hers...

A definition of,
A wonderful friend,
Who understands you,
From inside out...

Its her birthday,
A special day,
Lets bless and wish,
With cheers to say...

Wish you happy birthday,
Dear friend Geeta,
We won't let you go,
Without any treataa.. lol ;)
-Monu

A Friend So Special

2011-10-14T04:33:00.000-07:00

I wish I was there,

In the world around you,

To see you smile,

To see the blink of your eyes,

For I know its so beautiful,

Like colorful butterflies.

Those who don't know,

The wonders of friendship,

Didn't meet you,

At all my dear,

For those who met,

Unconditionally know,

The hold of love,

The word carries.

A spark you are,

That enlightens,

Me from within,

An intimate friend,

Hard to find,

In the world of duals,

With current trend.

You are a realization,

Gentle and pure,

Like a midas touch,

In the life of others,

A drop of love,

Seeping through the soul,

So as to turn,

A man into a human.

Your friendship means,

A life in itself,

A ride of emotions,

I always loved,

But nothing I can say,

In these lines few,

An oceanic feeling,

Which I carried through.

- Monu Awalla

दो दुनी चार- A poem dedicated to friendship

2011-07-01T01:52:00.000-07:00

ये कविता एक प्यारी सी दोस्ती पर आधारित है I
दोस्ती चार दोस्तों की ( गीता ,सिमरन ,मोहिनी , मोनू )
जिसमे प्यार है , एक दुसरे का साथ है , विश्वास है , प्रकाश है ,एक महकती और खिलखिलाती जिंदगी की शुरुआत है , इस कविता के एक एक अंश मे बयान हुई हमारी कहानी हमारी ही जुबानी

तीन अलबेली, मस्त सहेली

जैसे पहेली, बडी अटखेली

-गीता

गीत जीवन का गायें हर पल

सिमरन प्यार का फैलाए हर पल

छा गयी इनकी मोहिनी दुनिया में

- मोहिनी

गीता के मीठे सुर

मोहिनी का स्नेह और प्यार

सिमरन की याद बन गया जैसे

एक प्यारा त्यौहार

खुशियों की बौछार

रंगोंका निखार

बन गया प्यारासा त्योहार

सिम मोहू और गीता का प्यार

-सिमरन

सिम्मो, गीत और मोहू की यारी

खुशियाँ हैं इसमें ढेर सारी

तीनों हैं प्यारी

तीनों हैं निराली

सब जाएँ इस यारी पे वारी - वारी

सिम्मो है जैसे कोई परी

गीत है जैसे कोई राजकुमारी

और मोहू है जैसे कोई रानी

नहीं हैं किसीको भी कोई हैरानी

क्योंकि इनकी दोस्ती है जानी – मानी

- मोनु
(TO BE CONTINUED...)

"A gesture of love"- (A true story of my friend)

2011-05-08T08:04:00.000-07:00

Wandering one day,

A beautiful girl,

Around the place of lakes,

Out of all Rush,

She came from London,

Towards this placid region,

Where everything seemed,

No less than heaven.

For quiet a time,

She felt the touch,

Of an ambiance- calm and tranquil,

She behold the beauty,

Sometimes while wandering about,

Sometimes while standing still.

With her serene-filled eyes

She explored a cottage,

Surrounded by the green,

And while staring at it,

She saw an old lady,

Catching her sight,

Then and there,

The lady invited her,

Inside her lovely dwelling place.

Picking up the vibes,

Of a delightful greeting,

She stepped inside,

The cottage which looked pretty,

Where the lady welcomed her,

Like She is her own granny.

To pamper the girl,

In all the possible way,

She displayed the gesture,

Stuffed with love,

Which made the girl feel drenched,

In and out- under the love-shower,

Which Provided her an exquisite warmth.

The gesture of an old lady,

Left the girl contemplating,

Because the word "Thanks",

Proved to be a minnow,

In front of love,

The lady showcased.

When asked to her inner voice,

The girl came with an idea-

"Lets cherish the moment,

And make it more colorful"

Said the girl quietly to herself.

Without wasting a second,

She grabbed a paper,

And started sketching,

The whole surrounding,

Including the cottage,

Powered with an aura of love.

To add a brightful season,

She painted using water colors,

At last to garnish the sketch,

On paper then it looked,

A beautiful love-patch.

-Monu Awalla

(Note: The painting which I pasted above this poem is painted by the same friend of mine whom I mentioned in this poem and the cottage in the painting is the same which I discussed here)

My favourite blogs

2011-04-26T06:13:00.000-07:00

As per the rules and guidelines given by my blog friend 'Geeta Singh' I'm putting below the list of the blogs that amazed me..

Names listed below are in alphabetical order :)

Alpana Jaiswal

http://motifsonthewall.blogspot.com

Chitra Manohar

http://chitra-mypilgrimage.blogspot.com/

Gagan Masoun

http://www.gaganmasoun.com/

http://linkbacksite.blogspot.com

Geeta Singh

http://sitesforkids-teens-students.blogspot.com/

http://geeta-singh.blogspot.com/

http://debt-collection-india.blogspot.com/

Irfanuddin

http://irfanurs.blogspot.com

Jerly Biju

http://jerlyt.blogspot.com/

Jim Brandano

http://jpweddingphotograpy.blogspot.com

Mohini Puranik

http://narayankripa.blogspot.com/

http://chaitanyapuja.blogspot.com

Nishi Mishra Jha

http://nishimishra.blogspot.com

Portia B.

http://me-abookworm.blogspot.com

Rimly Bezbaruah

http://rimlybezbaruah.blogspot.com/

Sancheeta Biswas

http://www.anshsaransh.blogspot.com/

Simran Kaur

http://myfriendshipsimran.blogspot.com/

Sneha Shrivastava

http://sneha-shrivastava.blogspot.com

:):):):)My best wishes with you all...Keep Blogging :):):):)

Now 7 things about me------------

My Favorite quote- "A man without imagination is like a bird without wings"
My weakness- I'm bit lazy at times..
Worst Feeling According to me- feeling of jealousy.. since it is d only root of all d evils..
My expectation about Love- Just love unconditionally...
Favorite thing to wear according to me is.. 'Smile'
Life to me is...'a chance given by god for self-realization'
About you all.. I'm very lucky to have you all as my blog friends.. hope our friendship will continue forever... :)

My Nursery Rhymes for kids

2011-04-10T20:47:00.000-07:00

Nursery Rhyme 1- "My sweet mommy"

My sweet mommy,

Took me to the park,

With my swing,

In the air I glide,

And zoomed my way,

Down- on a slide.

My sweet mommy,

Took me to the fair,

From merry-go-round,

To ferris wheel,

I enjoyed,

Everything there.

Nursery Rhyme 2- "A little mouse"

I saw a little mouse,

Running in my house,

Here and there,

It goes to play,

Everywhere.

It jumps and jumps,

From one place,

To the other,

And always scare,

My sweet-sweet mother.
- Monu Awalla

My Pencil sketch, Painting and Rangoli

2011-03-28T10:09:00.000-07:00

"Few words to backstabbers"

2011-03-23T14:18:00.000-07:00

They said a lot,

Without saying at all,

They hurt a lot,

Without hurting at all,

Why they enjoyed,

Being a sadist,

Why they enjoyed,

My each and every fall...

To whom I thought,

The most intimate,

Tried me to knockout,

Tried me to checkmate,

Someone go,

And tell them kindly,

I felt elated,

On their winning date...

I expected a lot,

Out of back-stabbers,

I expected a lot,

Out of grave-diggers,

Is it because-

I laid my faith blindly?

Or is it because-

I played the games fairly?

I faced a thunderbolt,

Which left me in pain,

Which put me in vain,

With only tears- as my gain...

I opened my eyes,

To realize the fact,

I'm not the same,

Why should I react.

Yes, the best answer-

I have in store,

Is to live happily,

More than ever before!!!

-Monu Awalla

"With love- You & me"

2011-03-22T12:16:00.000-07:00

The two of us,

In the field of roses,

Under sweet smell,

We remain closest,

I plucked A rose,

Straight away,

And placed it gently,

Within your shines,

Now the rose looked beautiful...

Near waterfall,

We sat and chat,

Little drops of mist,

Rested on us,

With blowing breeze,

I offered you my warm,

The rest is then,

Became a dream,

And we vacationed,

In each other's arms...

-Monu Awalla

My English Poem- "Evergreen art"

2011-01-23T02:45:00.000-08:00

An ultimate stage comes at last,

When body of an artist deceives,

But not his art,

For which is eternal,

Evergreen art-

It is what I call,

Climbing and climbing on endless wall...

A child's voice,

Carries sweetness as such,

Art is hidden,

Somewhere under,

It is a feeling-

That lingers

It refines itself

Over a period of time,

Understands this- wine-drinkers...

Art is about-

Aesthetic conscience,

Within no boundary,

It can be confined,

As we feel the flowing breeze,

We can feel art as same,

One who knows the trick of life,

An artist is his name...

Creation is an art,

An art is a creation,

It is a part,

Of life's variations,

It is an encounter,

With a spiritual session,

When practiced wholeheartedly,

It resembles god's imitation...

Art is present,

In every creature,

It comes naturally,

With no special preacher,

It is just,

A matter of an inspiration,

Just to make you all aware,

I penned this parole-collection...

- Monu Awalla