Love And Life- A Floral Tribute

Excerpt: This English poem highlights the feelings of a female in which once she tried to end her life due to her Love but that love vanished away from her life.

Poem – Love And Life- A Floral Tribute
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Once a thought ,
a thought of suicide ,
broke me completely ,
and then I searched ,
a lot of tricks ,
to end my world .

More and more I go deeper ,
I found my life cheaper ,
a feeling of depression ,
surrounded me in aggression ,
each and every door then closed ,
as my thoughts made me enclosed .

I took the bottle ,
the bottle of poison ,
and consumed it wholly ,
and with in a minute ,
I faced the reality ,
that was coming slowly .

The word “Love” was then sinking ,
which some days ago was twinkling ,
The word “Life” was going to be dared ,
to emerge again with swear ,
but the inner strength was down ,
as “Love” didn’t need any crown.

A “life” was battling ,
as “Love” disappeared ,
but still “Life” wanted ,
that “Love” in her gear ,
but “Love”didn’t come ,
and “Life” became a fun.

A spark ignite ,
a “Life” got flight ,
and the “Life”screamed ,
to got “Love” in her dream ,
but “Love” had no sound ,
so it all turned around.

A broken dream ,
a filthy life ,
an insane mind ,
where dream aside ,
“Love” wins…….
“Life” spins.

Years turned ,
“Life” burned ,
“Love” again met ,
“Life” again set ,
memories came back ,
“Love”remains sack.

“Love” of another man ,
“Life” of the same soul ,
“Love” and “Life” couldn’t compromise ,
“Love” turned to go ,
“Life” turned ahead ,
with a call to another “Love” ……for come back.

“Life” never run alone ,
but “Love” can …..
so keep your “Love” always ,
in a turning pan ,
where if you deceive ,
you can conceive .

“Love” is not a garland ,
which remains around your neck ,
but “Life” is a garland ,
with lovely flowers all set ,
so let “Love” be a small flower ,
in a big “Life” garland .

Here I got the moral ,
that “Love” and “Life” are both floral ,
where the “Love” smells artificially ,
but the “Life”smells beneficially ,
so let the “Love” be sinking ,
when a “Life” bell is ringing.

Truth Of A Woman

This English story highlights the Love of a female in which though she was suppressing her desires in front of her Lover but He recognized the same and gave her all the Love and pleasure that she wanted.

A woman never wets herself  ………. its a man who made her. ” And I was the luckiest one who had a friend like Sanat. He made me realized that to get a relief with one’s fantasy was not a crime but to keep inside the same was a vulnerable condition in which a man or a woman both suffer . I and Sanat became friends at my early teen age. We were the school mates and had fallen in love on the valentine’s day when most of the students proposed each other . I was not so much beautiful but Sanat liked figure more than the beauty. No doubt my curves were marvellous as I was good in sports . On that day when most of the girls were making their collars up after getting a proposal , I was the one who was sitting alone in the school corridor and was busy in finishing my physics notes . Suddenly Sanat came and wished me for the same . I became rude as I knew that like other guys he was also flirting but he sat beside me and handover a beautiful card with an addressing note , ” Be my valentine”. I became unanswerable and asked , “What brings you here……go and search some beautiful soul ?”. He replied, “I know Tanya that you are not as much beautiful like other gals but I like your figure most instead of your beauty.Frankly speaking …..You had beautiful curves that made me attracted and I dream for you in my night fantasies . Please accept my Love …..I promise you that I will never hurt you in anyway”. But……(I murmered)……”Don’t You know that I am from a very conservative family where Love had no place. So if a relationship has no end than it has no beginning too “. Sanat stopped for a while …..hold my hands into his hands and replied , ” Look Tanya…..a Love doesn’t mean that it should be in a bonded form .A Love is a Love…..I like a comfortable relationship, a relationship in which we both enjoy but never discomfort each other . So its a promise to you that though its a beginning from my side but you are the one who can end the same, whenever you want . I pulled back myself and never ask you about the reason for the same . ” I simply looked into his eyes……where sincerity and purity was flowing from them.

Time passed and so our chats too . At first we discussed only about those topics that were related to studies, family and society . But gradually it changed as everyone knows that an opposite relationship couldn’t be a pious one for a long time and we too were the predators for that sexomania. After completed my twelfth class , I got admissions in B.tech away from my city . So I had to stay in the hostel for three years but Sanat and I never separated from each other during those days too as though He lived in the same city as before but due to the modern technology we daily met online via internet services . During our video calls He made me realized about the physical needs that one had and from then we too started those youngsters activities in which many others youngsters involved. We called each other late nights …… got pleasure in each other’s company and made our Love alive as before. I usually said to him , ” A woman never wets herself  ………. its a man who made her.” He smiled at my remark and kept me rest assured that one day He will do the same when the time comes . He didn’t want to spoil my virginity before marriage and therefore we kept a virtual relationship with each other.

We spent together three years day and night ….. though we were in the different cities but our hearts were unite. We were very much familiar with each other day to day activities , sometimes even our guesses were fit when the other asked that what he was doing at that time right now. Yes, we were in Love ….. a Love that now needs a complete destination …… and so we decided to marry with each other . After completed my graduation I came back home with a hope to boldly face my parents and disclosed my one and only one Love in front of them so that they will give a complete shape to it. But before I speak , they had already made me engaged with some businessman and within a month all marriage proceedings were over. I couldn’t say anything in front of them …… though Sanat compromised but a silent spark still remained in our hearts that buried under society wishes. My dreams, my wishes, my desires all were shattered in some days and I closed my Love chapter with my own hands.

I started a new journey of life with my husband ……. with a first night initiative but you all will be surprised to know the fact behind it……my as usual proverb failed at that time. He couldn’t make me wet…..though He tried a lot but my funda failed upon Him that ,”A woman never wets herself  ………. its a man who made her. ” At last I took Sanat in my fantasies and then only the game of Love kept over. Yes, the funda worked again but not by that man with whom I was indulging but with whom that I never indulged physically. So it is clear that this is the truth of a woman which a man should know .

Time passed again….. six months were enough to washed away the memories of Sanat but that spark always ignited whenever I indulged physically with my husband. Though Sanat was a man of his words…..he never tried to contact me after that day . I know that his feelings were too hurt as He too started loving me during my last year of college but still He left quietly . Sometimes I inquired about him with one of my close friend and one day I came to know that he was coming to my city for some piece of work for two days and its a matter of chance that my husband was too left for out of station for one week during those days. A buried spark ignited again and I called him and forced him to meet with me just for once. First He refused but my persistent request finally made him ready .WeBOOKED A HOTEL room for a night spent , though We promised to maintain a gap between our relationship as before.

On the dating day, I put finally touch on my make-up and called a taxi. Around 8:PM , I was in the room with Sanat . We dine together ….. enjoy the dance party with fun and frolic and the time came for the bed . We went upstairs in our room and sat there holding with each other hands together . Our conversations were going ahead ……. sometimes we talk about the past which we left…..sometimes got serious about the present …….and sometimes weave a dreamy life for future. Whole night the room was echoing with our laughs and fun. We made many promises, kept many swear and discuss many thoughts. He was still unmarried and so He was trying to maintain a gap between us . I too didn’t want to cheat my husband and so too was trying to kept our relationship virtual as before. At four, we took a small nap and around six the alarm ranged . We got up as we had to leave ….. both refresh themselves with out daily routines and ordered for the breakfast. Everything was normal till then …… no one made any erotic signal towards other but sometimes signals are not the enough way to communicate. Sometimes feelings did the remaining part which one avoided. After breakfast , He ordered me to stop there for some more minutes till then He came back after clearing the bills.

I observed him carefully as he walked to the door. I knew that time was running out but suppressed the urge to check my watch. I took a deep breath and started counting in reverse under my breath. “Ten, nine, eight, seven…” and then a feeling of depart hit me twice and I shouted, ” I am wet…….Yes, I am wet”. He turned back……looked into my eyes…..which were completely wet…..tears were rolling out on my cheeks ……. my sweating face couldn’t hide my moods ……..my twisted limbs made him clear that what I was wanting  ……. a sign of erotica signal made him excited too . My lips were shivering…..my body was shaking . He hold me tightly and embraced into his big arms . Turning towards the door He slightly replied, ” I am coming “and shut the same. We lost…..lost in each other arms. I slowly whispered into his ears ,” A woman never wets herself  ………. its a man who made her  ………. and you are the luckiest one who did that”. He smiled with a pride …… as after all He had done that magic that a man always wanted to do so.

My First Generation Drop

This story highlights the curiosity of a teenager who tried to get the knowledge of His first practice session through study and later proves that if one puts a practical in His real life than the real life too can become an enjoyable one.

I was not the one but I was not the last. Every teenager tries the same to get the answer but I was the lucky one who got the answer in a very unique way. Yes,I was the one who explore it without making me tired but after that I felt an immense change in myself.  At the age of thirteen, when I was in the eighth standard ......our science teacher introduced us the chapter "Reproduction" in our FA-2 Syllabus. Like all the other students, We too started giggling in the class. After all We were going to be familiar with the new definitions......the definitions that were practically applied to us very soon. Mensuration Cycle, sperms,Zygote,Fusion..........etc.etc. that were creating more and more interest of students in the science subject.

But as an old saying ,"The more We go deeper the more we become curious". So We too were in a discussion on those days that How to apply them in our real life. I too felt the changes in myself that were going with me on those days. From the last few days ,I noticed that my mind was distracted towards music,movies etc from the studies,news and other educative channels. The female company attracted me more than the males. The hot love scenes of movies overpowered my mind and made me unanswered that forces me to know the curiosity about my body.One day during the cold wintry nights ,I was on my bed in the late hours. As I was watching some Hollywood movie ,a kissing scene made me aroused due to which my hand automatically slipped to touch the most strange organ of my body that was forcing me to find out the solution of my feelings.

That was the moment which made my mind something creative in their own. I too wanted to be freed myself with this typical situation but don't know the method of applying the same. But as one should be familiar with its body parts so I too wanted to learn everything via practical instead of theory. I gathered all my fantasies that I usually intake during nights and trying to squeeze and unsqueeze the most hardest organ at that time.  My mind and body were not cooperating with each other. My mind reminds me that I was doing something wrong as I was too early for that but my body was forcing me to do the same.

That was the time when I made a balance between the both. So I made a trick. I made me assure that that was a part of my science subject Hometask which every student must submit before the so and so date. Such thought made my mind relaxed and now a good coordination made between my body and mind. Again my mind went into my classroom and I lost ," O ,Ma'am has told us in the class that at the age of thirteen your briefs will spoiled automatically,then why don't I still get the same? Perhaps today is the right day to check the same. I want to spoil myself......I too want to see my coming Generation Drop. Yes,this is my homework. I am doing my science subject practical na. After all I am too a Human being."

That half dressed naked actresses allured me and I wanted to get more now. Though in the class senior students already discussed about the male dilemma when He tried to satisfy Himself through some exotic scenes but that words were only a theory and now I was in my practice session. The very first session of my life which made me brave if I won and a coward if I lose. The speed of my hand automatically got fast. I again lost in my physics subject as physics was my favorite one so I derived a formula i.e . Speed= Distance/Time

I shouted, "O' Here Physics is also applied. Wow,Science is great where physics,Biology and chemistry work all together. I need more acceleration now. I couldn't stop my hand now. A to and fro motion must apply with great force and energy. All are based on study.........then why parents are always opposing for it.Now I am in the middle of the scene.I am enjoying a lot.........yes ,I am enjoying".

And at last after twenty minutes ,my nerves got down. My hand was in the retardation from the acceleration .I felt a relief in my body. My Science practical has been over. I became an Adult from a child. Something important was lying there........"My First Generation Drop". I was happy to see that......though an early decision but a curious and informative one for my body and soul.

A Dark Soul

This English Story highlights the scene of a true birthday gift which a differently able friend gave to another and made her life blissful.



Those were my college days when I was busy in completed my NSS card Hours to got a certificate of my efficiency.During that winter camp I met with Saloni…….a second year History Honors Student from Delhi University.She was under my supervision and guidance who came to collect more and more advantage from that blind camp.I was the one who had to record her lessons via audio mode so that She could listen that during her exam days.During those ten days I was personally attached with Her and very soon We both became good friends.
After the camp was over Saloni started to come personally at my Home on weekends and I helped Her whenever she needs to be.During One of my conversations I came to know that she became blind due to the illiteracy of their parents who instilled an expiry date eye drop into Her eyes when the Eye-Flu was on its full swing.But she never gave up the hope and continued Her studies via brail.I was highly influenced by the enthusiasm and confidence level that She had had into. But that was not a hindrance between our friendship and we both were in contact with each other or one can say that an emotional and sentimental bond was tied between us.
Days passed….Years passed and both of us got married.As She was blind….so a Blind man tied up the marriage knot with Her.I was surprised that How they Both Started their married Life without any Light. But they Both were courageous above than us. My Husband was also a good man who looks after me like a child but still my marriage is incomplete as I was unable to conceive due to some uterus infection and that was removed within six months after my marriage.
After that incident …..I remained calm ,quiet and depressed as Life became burdened for me in which there was no hope of any child ever and forever. One day I came to know that Saloni gave a birth to a baby Boy who was like us i.e could able to saw that beautiful world. I felt relaxed and wished for Her newly life in which Her son would be working as a lantern in their dark paths.
10th august ,was the day of my Birthday……when I invited most of my near ,dear and friends to make my life somewhat a refreshing one.Saloni was my special guest as we was meeting after two years face to face.She came with Her new born and with her life partner.During conversations she came to know my unlucky fate and was shocked to listened all that stuffs.But as usual a determined person she assured me to be got well everything very soon.Though I was very much familiar with such type of sympathetic words but still I kept them somewhere in my hidden lusts.
After the party was over I started to unpacked my B’day presents.Saloni was with me at that time and I was telling Her the name of each and every person whose present and wishes were there with me.she was listening and enjoying.When I opened all……I found that there was no present of saloni in that bundle.For a moment …I felt bad as being a human nature I was expecting something from Her side too.Saloni knows that I was upset and that was the reason that I remained silent with Her.
Suddenly my silence broke down when suddenly I felt some LIVE sensations in my lap.Ohhhhhh………that was “Chakshu”……the Saloni’s son.She was presenting Him as a B’day gift to me I was speechless.She had a big heart inside……..that I came to know on that day.She presented that beautiful lantern to me that was Her necessity and left from my Home.
Now at present……..We both are mothers.She had a daughter “Nayantaaraa” and I have a son “Chakshu”. Though there is no blood relation between us…..but still a relation of Bond………..a Soul………….a perfect mother……..a perfect sister……..I had with Her.And For such Relations There is No word Of “Story” lies but a “LIVE” word is there between us.

FOR YOU ONLY-

Saloni……Your Heart is True,

Your Heart is fair,

B’coz You are an angel ,

Born as a rare.

Some Souls are very special ,

Just Like YOU ,

When they dont have “Chakshu”,

But Still ready to tie a Friendship Bond TRUE.

A Snake Bite

This English poem highlights the position of a female in the society after being Gang raped by some unknown persons.

Under the Grass

She was crushed by Humans

lying helplessly naked.

Again a Gangrape

full of lust and desire

made Her baked.

She was woman

that was Her biggest fault

created by God.

She was weak

in front of the men

so lying robbed.

Again a feminism

dying with inner negative traits

on Green cushion.

Her thoughts overpowered

How to deal with society

when overcome fear.

Pooling into blood

the Green turns seasonally Red

perhaps spring comes.

As early as

Black hair turns into Grey

in pre-mature turns.

Counting her faults

was looking the dark clouds

under the stars.

Wished to “Star”

but now covered in mud

like ants survive.

The only fault

She refused to accept Love

way He wanted.

He needs physical

more harsh to be borne

which She granted.

His anger ignite

like a jungle spread fire

ended into disaster.

They were six

and She was the One

tried to flee.

But unlucky fate

She trapped in a Net

like a Bird.

They made fun

Her Tears rolled down cheeks

like river Flood.

Lastly they flee

Left Her in nature’s lap

to decide fate.

She thought more

to overcome from this Ground

with little breath.

Lastly She closed

Her witty,black,big eyes

with snake bite.

A Unique Gift

This English Poem Highlights the scene of an old man's death bed where His greedy kids were demanding a huge share in His property but He wit fully donated the same to others and gave them some unique gifts.

Social Poem – A Unique Gift

He was on his death bed ,
breathing heavily with his face red ,
His near and dear surrounded him closely ,
in a hope to get more and more boldly .

He knew about this cruel world ,
where “Money” is the only word ,
from which the relation begins ,
and for which they end in twins .

If He distributed wholeheartedly ,
his last rites will be perform brightly ,
but if He failed to be given ,
then all those who care him ,will run .

He was a millionaire ,no doubt ,
for which they lifted his collar, with proud ,
but there ears were towards his lips ,
so that they converted their names by tricks .

Suddenly He coughed ,
and the next moment all puffed ,
was raising a high alert ,
that only some more minutes left for flirt.

His daughter offered Him juice ,
but His son poured hot soup ,
was stating the reason behind ,
that soup stunned His mind .

He shouted in a pain ,
but all His cries gone in vain ,
as in the next moment He held a pen ,
to signature the will of His den .

The son demanded a brief note ,
that He was His lovely goat ,
for which He prayed to almighty ,
and granted as a gift brightly .

So His Share was confirm ,
and no other will snatch it for fun ,
Now His daughter’s plea was define ,
that she was a poor girl to suicide .

She had only a single car to bear ,
and being a girl child , Her right was more to be fair ,
She not only demanded a number of cars ,
but also some bungalows to live apart .

The old man laughed , laughed hysterically ,
after listening His greedy kids plea mercilessly ,
and now there was His turn to announce ,
that what both of them got for bounce .

He addressed His son ,”A poor goat ” ,
Come and get a beautiful boat ,
so that You will sail your remaining life ,
with your lovely kids and beautiful wife .

Next addressing to His daughter ,
He granted Her a shoe “floater” ,
stating that,” cars days have been over ” ,
so be an Eco-friendly forever .

And for His remaining will , He decided ,
that the coming generation would be crowded ,
So He nominate them for everything He bears ,
and closed His eyes forever in tears .

Time passed happily once again ,
but the “Boat” and “Floater” still remain ,
and becomes an example to define ,
that Greed never open success door to refine.

Unfortunate Live

This English Poem highlights that soldier's shoes in which one try to imagine fear, dread and the ultimate bravery which these people possess in the face of overwhelming odds. Here ,Being a soldier I would lay down my life for other's family and country .





Sounds of thundering , 
shivered me , 
corpses were triggering , 
jumbled me. 

A nearer death , 
stopped me to take last breath , 
perhaps i was thinking , 
to donate my last step. 

Horror in the eyes , 
with sinking sighs , 
again made me restless , 
to show my country's pride. 

Suddenly I heard a sound , 
of my enemy's wound , 
who was a father of two , 
and took the third round. 

His wife was on Her last , 
and He would be the only survivor for their grass , 
but my battalion troop , 
was in a hunt for His last. 

I went closer to Him , 
as at that moment He was a human being , 
and I had a feeling to save , 
an enemy for a well-being. 

So I changed my battalion uniform , 
to gave Him a life , 
as in return I need , 
a beautiful death with relief of pride. 

He ran away to Live , 
but I remained there to dive , 
as death for me was a swimming pool , 
where fate flows but unfortunate Live.

Motivated Guides

This English poem highlights the deep thoughts of a female writer in which she got some motivated Guides due to her inner zeal.




Deeper under the Ground , 
I lost all verbal sound , 
just remain with my thoughts , 
that makes me bound , 
to write something deep , 
so that i may creep, 
to climb on a wall, 
that is very near to my fame of hall. 

I got recognized , 
as an insane bride , 
whose groom left her , 
on Her lovely wedding night. 
She screamed for some help , 
to overcome from her bed , 
but no one came inside , 
as she was an Indian Bride. 

And after some days , 
She came with a grace , 
as She was deeply under meditation , 
that helped her for satisfaction. 
so the same Here I tried , 
In a lonely night..... 
When I wrote something from inside , 
and got many motivated Guides.

A General Remark

This Poem is about our "custom and traditions" .

Me .........an Indian pride ,
Don't know .....from where to start our traditions plight ,
So many of them ....... remarks a history ,
where one Had to bound in mystery.

From birth till death ...... customs made us half dead ,
Sometimes they deeply fried ...... like a cried child ,
We became a mute spectators ..... on its creators ,
As they bounded on generations.

Here religion matters ..... to recognize Human chatters ,
A Muslim need to be circumcised ,
where a Hindu child by birth is on ride ,
A Sikh needs to be converted and a christian generates from a pride.

Traditions bounded the women in a distress ,
where a female is barred to enter for offering to goddess ,
As periods are worst for their birth ,
Though for Fun it treated like a proverb.