be in love ,alive ,vibrant.........pulsate with joy

be in love,
alive,
vibrant,
pulsate with joy,
double up with agony,
torn by doubt and conflict,
turn inward and outward,
constantly losing oneself only to search out new paths to tread,
quests and journeys to make,
angers to be expressed and controlled,
faith to be lost and found,
dreams to be shattered and gathered one by one like a broken mirror,
breaking up and breaking out,
crying out aloud and crying for ...............

be in love ,
challenging oneself and others,
confronting world of injustices,
being overpowered with reality,
making desperate attempt to be human in an inhuman world,
failing and succeeding ,
making endings and new beginnings,
use everything the life has offered ,
oceans of love,unending joy,
mounds of pain and suffering,
grand success...........
lovers does not have the luxury,
to experience love so easily....
deep pain and piercing exctasy....goes hand in hand......in this world and beyond.



shree

engulfing me into his arms......forever .......forever

all was barren when you came to me as the soothing rain ,
holding hand ,walking the meadows,hills and mountains....
i 've felt the urge to live ......
to love and to sing joyfully.....
each moment is precious,bubbling with joy...
to be adored,loved and held by the beloved...

the earth nodded ,sun swayed,moon n stars sang in unison......
the silvery blue sky sprinkle sweetness all over.....
felt like living once more only.....
to be the numero uno of you...


tulips bow down,each blade of grass smiled at me....
roses bloomed
golden harvest danced in glory,
all tears gone .......
gone are the sorrows innumerable ,
frustration of everydayism,
misunderstanding,bitterness of life...
only remains the love of the beloved ....
as the rising sun ,engulfing me into his arms......forever......forever.




shree

who will love you eternally

oh brokenhearted,
don't be afraid to fall in love ......
conquer your fears,
there is an open sky ,
waiting for you to fly again.


fall in love dearest.....
it is the most wonderful feeling
that you can experience....
whether it is right love at the wrong time
for the right person,or the wrong love
at the right time for the wrong person.

how can you say it is a waste ......
coz you were your most happiest self.
let others get close to you
and learn to trust again.


let your beloved come to you ,
when the crescent moon hides behind the cloud ...
with a little naughty smile....
it is then you will need your love again ,
who will love you eternally.

so fall in love again dearest .....
and don't be afraid again......



shree

a true love story

it is a true love story which i adore ...if there is any mistake readers please forgive because it is totally unintentional.Prophet's each saying ,each moment of His life teaches us beautiful lessons.....



two most kind eyes looked afar across the horizon....
loving heart,
a generous soul ....
throbbing for all the poor and the most deprived.

inner voice whispered to her...
'trust Him'
'love Him'
'give Him courage and hope'

love re-kindled in her gentle heart .
she was older and rich,
He was younger with very little means.


The great Beloved's ocean of love bound Them together.

the greatest love story of all times begun...
Their love was true and deep .......
constant like the sun...

She loved,
helped,
comforted,
encouraged, and
believed ....
the Last Prophet,
like a true soldier,
till death took her away.

oh precious couple ,
oh adored ones ,
may Allah's love and glory shine upon You,
to show us the only true path,
follow the Final Testament of all times,
till the end of this world.



shree

you are priceless ,precious and adored

the glow you feel inside
when you give freely to others ,
gifts of your heart ,
love,
hope ,
encouragement,
kind word,
appreciation .....
the burden of the world seems weightless.



you touch another heart ,
with intangible gifts of yours,
create joy,
being calm,
stepping back and creating space,
you cherish your ability to give ,
and expect nothing in return .........

woman you are priceless,precious and adored.....
beloved of the Supreme Beloved.



shree

the eternal fragrance.....woman

i took extensive help from danny sillada's writing...thanks to him




this write up is a tribute to all women who have loved,suffered,battered,bruised sacrificed and adored.....


woman in my life........you are eternal....precious .......


How many men have failed to understand a woman her wants and needs not in context of physical and emotional fulfilment but on the level of intellectual stimulation that a woman of passion and reason craves and desires?
A woman can be attracted to a man because of his looks at first but the moment he speaks,he will either arouse her curiosity or bore her to death.
She may yawn or look afar as a sign of discontent in front of a boring and
insensitive person.
But when her blood rushes towards her cheeks and her eyes glow with unknown radiance ...it is a sign that she is at the peak of her intellectual and emotional experience.

So what does really a woman need and desire in a man and what brings he to the fullest experience of her femininity as a woman? A good lover does not need to be very handsome or need to have plenty of material possession to impress a woman but wit,passion ,a rational mind and a sensitive heart to stimulate the inner core of her soul.


To affirm her existence is not only to fulfil her sensual and emotional needs and longings ,her material and financial need but also to stimulate the intellectual resonance of her body and soul .Woman call it 'Intellectual stimulation'
Intellectual stimulation is to bring the woman to the heights of her femininity of being loved and adored with passion and reason enduring the passing of time and season.A man's love to a woman must be emotional as well as rational ,he must see through the woman' soul ,her beauty,value and meaning in relation to his quest in life.


A woman whom he loves is not a functional object to be used when he need to release his lust and passion and put her aside when she is no longer attractive or exploitable .If the love goes away then it is better to separate with respect.
Every woman deserves respect wheather she is a prostitute ,a mentally challenged ,a factory worker or a house maid.
A loving and rational man must see and recognize her precious role in conceiving and delivering humanity into the world.Man exists because of a woman he loves and she becomes a woman because of him.Man could only respond to that 'gift of life'by treating every woman with respect ,compassion and love.
He has to make her feel as though she is as indispensable as the air that he breathes or as the light that beckons in his solitude because she is the completion of what he was and he is to become.

For every man there is always a woman [may not be his wife]who laughs and cries with him at time of joy and sorrow .The essence of a woman transcends beyond space and time and like seasoned wine the older she gets the more she defines and completes the epitome of being a woman.
the more she advances in her age the more she possesses an aura of beauty and elegance beyond the physical realms.She becomes the symbol of love ,passion and beauty that a man must constantly esteem ,cherish and desire as a lover and a man of reason.
he must rise above the physical appearance and see through her soul and quintenssential beauty of a woman.It is an eye for instance of seeing the beauty of a woman working in the farmwith sun baked skin or a destitute woman carrying her child along the busy street or a adivasi[native] woman plucking tea leaves or the woman doing the front desk job for little extra money without a murmur.


A compassionate man adores ,loves and protects a woman like a goddess ,as ineffable and desirable as a princess by showing not only his words but also his actions like how he talks and listens with ardor and compassion.
As a woman like any man she has her own conquest too and her conquest is to be constantly desired,loved and adored rather than taken for granted like a used object when youth and physical beauty wilt away.
Every woman is equal to a man,what he desires is what she equally desires in her own way as a woman and she desires nothing but to love and to be loved by the man that she trust and gave her life and existence.


shree

in Bengal daughters are very much loved and adored by their fathers.they are often lovingly called as Maa[mother],as if the father is a little child ,to be taken care of,scolded and loved by the tiny mother .....
it is an unique relationship.i have tried to capture the mood ...hope my readers like it and strengthens the bond with their lovely daughters.



the new morn


She was sitting on the floor ,
with all her tiny cups n saucers ........making tea.
'' baba .....o...baba....again you are sleeping?
pouting her sweet lips two little hands tugging a sleeve of my shirt,
as i was dozing in the warm morning sun in my chair.
with the newspaper in my hand.


'taste the tea' she commanded ..
tea made of muddy water...
pride in her eyes ,
sweat glistening on her forehead.
i pretended to sip the tea,
she was hovering like a mother hen over her only baby .....


'hurry up baba we will go to the market'
excitedly my little Maa said.
i smiled .....
hand in hand we went to the garden.
she picked up lots of different leaves ,
pebbles and dust lovingly, to cook for her son....
in her small pots and pans.


''baba....oh ...baba cant you sit still?'
she was serving dust rice,pebble meat and leaves
vegetable on a plate taken from her mom's treasure.




'after lunch we will go to the seabeach '
now she was thinking of going out ...
different coloured dirt and dust ,
made a rainbow on her dress.

i smiled lovingly...my little precious ...
sea is not far....
she ran against the wind ..barefeet laughed n
giggled.
sat on my lap ..told me all her stories all made
up...
where the prince and the princess,
goblin and the wizard all became one.
curly hair covered the tired ,angelic face...
tiny little fingers hold on to my hand.
my Maa is feeling sleepy.


as i hugged her in my bosom n looked afar ,
the sun was slowly going down the horizon,
dusk is setting in ,
a beautiful fragrance engulfing us.
another year passing by,slowly very slowly,
my little angel,my two year old daughter ....
will see a bright new morn tomorrow.....







a tribute to my father




shree