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.