Poured Love

I poured love, In my writes, Words felt, compressed, Wounds presented as prose, Poems soaked in experiences, Fresh dews, pages yellowed and old, Sorrows and soars Some drawn, some drown, Few Align again, Parched many, seek the seeking, A dip inside soul .Rupika Moitra

Diary of Soul

I never tore a page, It wasn't easy, I simply read and rephrased, My Past, I found nuances in every crossed word, Every Scar, Closed eye, I dive within, Dots of angels. dancing in delight; Inspiration was lurking at the back door, Why didn't I check before, But there's never been a better time, When... Continue Reading →

Surreal Moon

In the wilderness of my mind, I always move, I always seek, I always want, I always behold, Some thoughts, Some dreams, Some visions, some goals, To feel the essence, the glory of moon, The moon, that's ever-changing, ever-reflecting the knowledge that's my own, The more I wander, The more I grasp, The more I... Continue Reading →

Tagore wrote of Persia

Photo credit: Getty images 1932, When one poet sat at the tomb of another and read his poetry and felt the depth connection in poetry. wanting to drink from 'the wine cup', that Hafez always mentioned.     So I used to dream of a Persia where bulbuls made love to the roses, where in... Continue Reading →

The story of Meera

Love season is upon us. Scrolling through innumerable posts with pictures of loving handholding, messages of sweet endearments, encouragement for partners and all the celebration makes me reflect that we have found the medium to externalise but intrinsically, what is love made of? In quick second test, I thought of the story of Meerabai as... Continue Reading →

Conundrum of love

It has changed, this conundrum, It was coloured in rose and rays, Wrapped in glory, Aimed for grandeur, Smitten, pulsating Deep, intense Fast and impulsive, Engulfing incompletion, It paints with colours of dreams, Rainbows, sunset at beach, It was shared amongst all, Joys spread across; smile, Its always tested at times, Promising contentment, Then the... Continue Reading →

As I embrace

I am pricked by their sounds, There is a deep low, Hurling in between heart and gut, It grows with ruminative thought, But I think till my wits end, And then, I call it’s name, I call it Pain, And as I call it, Aloud; It replies It grows deep and spreads And I just... Continue Reading →

Ripples in a lake

I raise the idle hand, itching to make ripples in the lake, It pulls me, my hand, for forgotten games, It unconciously flows, Face-forward, it flows, Bend, open-fingers like a bowl, it tries to hold, Knowing that it wouldn't hold, it flows, Sending ripples of  a message to absorb me in, it flows; Assuming a... Continue Reading →

Flower never weeps

Petals of desires, Cherished attire, Swaying in the breeze, Waving to the trees, Adorning every scene, grand or skim, Life, death, love, hearts at brim, Present with fragrance and serenity In its presence, hearts never dim Greeting the day with blooming charm, Waiting with wide open arms, Golden gleam of love showered Soaked in golden... Continue Reading →

How the story goes

Both are chasing ambition...a blurry plan. Both are eager to taste freedom brought on by youth. Fate has them chasing their dreams on the same boat. The dream tweaks from personal purpose to finding love of self through him. Strange, she recognised not him but something between them..something old, something that have stand tests of... Continue Reading →

On a gleaming night like tonight

On a gleaming night like tonite, Poets can't sleep, Lovers crave to meet, On a night like tonite, Fairies visit children's dream, They smile as they feast on cookies and cream, A night like tonite, Hopes rises from fire- built chimneys or frosted window rims, With warmth, they linger on aura's seam, It sits beside... Continue Reading →

Flutter and Glide

I charge the muscles, I flap my wings, I soak my lips with assurance of plentiness, I tickle the quest to satiate purpose: This flight.... Yes, This flight will land me! where destinies reside, I need to ask, when, when, when Is that day? The day of my grandest flight; THE DAY OF MY GLIDE... Continue Reading →

Blood moon 🌑

As the moon eclipsed tonight, Stories come alive Tales of reinvention of self Fables of refurbishes ego Truth of living and loving As moon comes out tonight I burn that fear I finish that doubt I cancel that guilt And smile a smile of anew

15 things that mislead me in my teens

If there's any information that you could put out in the world- what purpose would it be for- Sometimes ranting, sometimes justice, sometimes peace but sometimes it's important to put out your critcal evaluation paper on life. There's a common question asked to many celebrities several times especially influencial, powerful woman and that is: What... Continue Reading →

Those who pay heed to their wandering often find themselves, Lost at will they know Losing ensures strong probability of knowing thyself - Rupika Moitra

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