LOVE

Where do I start?

Where will it end?

The beginning, I can barely register. The ending I do not know…I can only hope…and pray…

I have always known of your presence, even when I did not know of your existence. Yes, confusing, isn’t it? For you, for me….How can that be possible, this instinctive knowledge about someone about whom you did not know till a short while ago. I could sense you in my life; I could feel you out there….

But somehow I am not surprised that we share so much despite never knowing about each other for almost all our lives till sometime back. But then it never stops to amaze me either. How is it possible despite being so different, we can be so similar? Different in culture, religion but similar in all other aspects…our thoughts, emotions, interests…our lives almost mirrored….parallel or reflected…..

For someone who needs a lot of space, I do not mind giving it up all for you. This very thought used to scare me. I always felt alone in a crowd, kind of detached…there but not quite there. Open to small talk yet closed up. You set me free. Just like that. You calm my volatile, ever changing mind, you soothe me with your silent presence, you give direction to my thoughts, and you bring out the best in me. With you silences speak so much. I never thought I can be so articulate with anyone. You touch my mind, my heart and my soul. I thank God for knowing you. I am blessed for you being there in my life.

What makes us tick?

What makes us tick?
Love, hate or fear?
All three together?
Or is it just the fear for loving
Or the fear of being hated?

Why do we really have to know?

Do you have to?
Do I have to?

Why do you?
Why do I?

Why should you?
Why should?

Why do we really have to know?

Why this need?
What's the compulsion?

Let me be me
You be you

We will explore as
We get along!

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Posting this in response to the post here by Jeff "Who Do We Know Really?"

Wonder.....

Will you behold what I hold
or hold what I behold?

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Do I hold on to you little longer
or will it take longer to hold you?


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You holding me, beholding me
Or is it the other way round?

Secret Rendezvous-----Comic Erotica

What a pretty site
after a long drive
All week long
she had been anticipating
tryst with her lover

Her husband had left town,
So she was here
Looking ahead
At her love nest
Waiting for her lover

Quaint little cottage
amidst the countryside
Belonged to her
husband was unaware

She undressed slowly,
climbed the four poster
Disarrayed she lay there
impatient for him

Finally it was over
She heard his car,
closing her eyes
Got under the covers

He climbed up the stairs
opened the bedroom door
Taking off his clothes
Got in there with her

Slowly touching her
Slowly biting her
His hands all over
His lips exploring

She went wild
Her moans said as much
He was on the edge
Trying to slowdown

He tightened his hold
Heightening her senses
Both lost control
Going over the edge

Cresendo!
Crash!

The old four-poster
Couldn’t take it anymore
Quite suddenly
it gave up under
their resonating rhythm


Instead of a
love-filled weekend,
Both were in hospital
with broken limbs
shattered egos!



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Next part follows….

What happens after hubby returns?

Come after a break!


Wrote this for a writing exercise. I know it needs re-writing. Will I ever get to that. Lets see!

Love of my life!

We fight, we bite
we kiss, we make up
my lover...my muse!

Haiku Friday

A hot summer day
so humid, sweaty, hellish
cooling my ardor


Almost tagged by ghost particle

Book Review: Just Beyond by Anjan Ray

I was kind of thrilled just looking at the title. That’s because I do have had somewhat similar experiences. I have never analysed my weird experiences. They just happen just like that with out any warning. Shall I say those are warning enough for what’s going to happen? How does one explain the unexplainable?

As Anjan puts it, most or very much real, supernatural, and unnatural or “Just Beyond…" After I started it, I couldn’t put it down. It held my attention till the end. I could relate to some, identify with a few and did not understand the rest.I can believe it when Anjan mentions that these are based on true episodes. There are certain things which do happen are beyond the realms understanding but are true nevertheless.

Let me take the stories one by one.

Seaside Story: Makes us believe in fairy tales. My grandfather, and now my maternal uncle do possess one such depressed shell with a legend behind it.

Homecoming: Life comes full circle, even after death. Power of destruction persists even after several lifetimes.

The Beach of Bodies: Murugan too has his revenge. How? Read the story!

Blooming Buds: Those blooming roses set her free. Free to do what she desires. The roses do not fade just like her feelings. So finally she can……

Maxine from Melmore: Now this story made me uneasy because something like this happened to me some time back. Why? How? I will never find the answers.

The Hand that Rocked the Cradle: this is one of the best stories in this collection. Now who rocked the cradle is debatable. Leaves it open for the readers to speculate….

Clean: Scared the hell out of me! Diabolical!

Pine Tree: A great love story which sustains beyond life!

In Search of the Lost Chord: Did he get it? Why? How?

Bird in Fight: Narration is very good but ending is expected. I salute the eagle!

The Coffee-Maker: A machine behaving erratically only for certain individuals. Kind of let down. But I loved the ending. Very fitting.

Monday Miracle: It has happened to me, though not to this extent. That’s all I can say.

The Influential Confluence: First, loved the title! And Mahesh’s faith and belief is what makes this one stand out.

Animal Instinct: Simply loved this! Maybe the unusual friendship between the boy and the tiger is so endearing! It somehow seems so plausible. How we all love Mowgli!

A Helping Hand: Ready with his help. How? That’s to be read.

The medicine Man: Same as above but is a different story told in entirely different way, in an entirely different situation.

The Voice of the River: Fitting poem for this book, as Anjan himself says.

The Tishomingo Tapestry: Great story in the tapestry! Suspense is sustained till the end!

Swan Song: Teaches us to trust in love or else……

That’s about it all. I have tried not to let out the endings in any story. I do not want to spoil it for any reader. Anjan Ray spins it very well. His narration is too good. You can almost see, feel and smell the places he has described. Be it India or any other place, one feels as if he/she is there where it unfolds. All in all a good read.

So folks, what’s stopping you? Who know “Just Beyond…” might you be there, just beyond...?

(c)gautami.tripathy

Just Beyond: Short Stories
by Anjan Ray. Stellar Om Books International. Pages 251. Rs 195

Identity by Milan Kundera-----My views

Finished reading “Identity” by Milan Kundera some time back. It’s one thin book. What is most interesting about his books is the way in which his characters are so realistic, how much they think, wonder, and speculate about things. Their interplay is very absorbing as can be seen within some of the predisposed dreams of various characters.

Identity is the most important thing for anyone in this in the world. It is what sets us apart from others. It’s our private domain.

In this book, for the two lovers, Chantal and Jean-Marc, their identities are as open as possible but still in their imaginations, they see a different person. Maybe it is the way we see others. Despite being very exposed about our identity to our loved one, we still have certain notions. The person maybe, is an open book but it might not seem so to us. What I like about the book is that the same situation has been told twice in different perspectives. That’s what is very interesting. And after reading it I had a different outlook apart from that of both the perceptions.

Jean-Marc knows that Chantal is his only link to the happiness in this world so he constantly worries about her, wants to make her happy always. He is afraid that she might get away from him. He does not really know her as he feels she isn’t what she seems. He doesn’t want the link between them to be lost. But he doesn’t know how to make her hold on to him. He does what he thinks is right and it kind of drives her away from him. And Chantal is on a look out for the identity of an anonymous admirer who sends her letters. The anonymous admirer keeps on writing about her and not a word about himself. She has this feeling that only he understands her. Not Jean-Marc. Now what happens after that……I can hardly tell it all.

One very important aspect I liked about the book is where Chantal thinks that we are not free from anything. We are constantly being hounded. Even in the womb, we are probed. Even after death, at times burial can’t escape speculations. One can be exhumed and quested upon. Only escape from it all is the crematory fire.

There are other nuggets too…..

©gautami.tripathy

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One of the forms is:
Line 1 is one word (the title)
Line 2 is two words that describe the title.
Line 3 is three words that tell the action
Line 4 is four words that express the feeling
Line 5 is one word that recalls the title

Buttefly Cinquain has nine lines. the fifth line is taken as first for the second one.Both have to be related in one way or the other.

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