I bent down on my knees, looking at the one before me, so lovestruck!

I, being a girl, wasn't supposed to be doing this. I should have been the one experiencing having this being done to me. But he was worth it!

Lost in the elegance of the man in front of me, I raised up my palm. "Marry me?"

Though, it wasn't the first time I was asking him this.

He facepalmed.

And, nothing ever could have been more mesmerizing than that gesture.

My eyes turned heart shaped, and my jaw dropped like a lost desert resident's who finally had found her oasis! I took deep breaths or I would have fainted of so much love!

He didn't answer me but stood there shaking his head.

Suddenly, I heard someone approaching towards us. I sneak peaked a bit behind his huge muscular body to find out, it was his wife!

It was too late for me to get up, and to pretend like nothing had happened. She abruptly, came into sight and ran her eyes at both of us, observing yet questioningly.

I pretended to have been tying my lace.

As she glanced at me, I looked down at my show, trying to make something out of the situation.

He went over to his wife, and took her in his arms. She wrapped hers around his neck too.

Lifting her up a bit, he kissed her lips, while I got up to my feet and waited for them.


"The dinner is ready, Shiva." She whispered, blushing as she drew back.

Looking at her, with a glimmer in his eyes which only her reflection could bring, he nodded.

And, then, Shiva walked out of the room.


Shakti raised an eyebrow at me, I looked away, still sensing two eyes inspecting me.

"I.....I...." spoke I, turning towards her ," I was just tying my shoelace" and, I looked away again, guilty conscious.

"Sure." She said, grinning," a lot of girls do that!"

I, involuntarily, turned my eyes towards her and laughed really hard.

She came over to me and embraced me. Her delicate arms had a heavenly cool peace which made me feel enlightened for the few moments she held me.

Her mild scent covered the air around me, making me even more relaxed and appeased with the moment.


"You are me. He will come to you at the right time." Shakti said


I gently pulled back, and looked at her doubtfully.

She gave me a very reassuring smile and said, " I've prepared your favorite dishes for you! Let's go and eat."


And, I just blissfully nodded.

Khyati Sanger

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It is rightly said...silence is gold. I think silence is the substance of the best and the worst moments of our life.

Like those tacit times, when we let the eyes do the talking.

Or that look, that glare, or maybe the spark with which those eyes stare.

The way someone holds your hand, which says they care.

When one glance is enough or that touch.

We humans have five senses, not to forget the sixth sense, indeed. Then why only words?

When she wears your favourite colour to work.

The way she grabs your hand and rests her head on your shoulder during a romantic movie.

That glance you exchange with a smile with your better half, the first time you take your tiny little new born in your arms.

When mom saves the last piece of cake for you.

The tear of happiness that trickles down her cheek when you give her your first pay cheque.

That proud pat on your back from your dad. Words would clearly underestimate all this.

But, there is a difference between people who don't need your words, and those who do not deserve them. There comes a time, when you realize, words are so much in vain. That people are so unworthy. You then understand, that silence is the best. No words, no gestures, no deeds would mend that is broken. That sometimes, it is best to let go, best, not to explain. After all the heart wrenching pain, after all those sleepless nights, you see. You see so clearly, after all those tears, that was hitherto vague. That now is the time. And that very moment you realize that silence, is indeed gold.

- Srishti Agrawal

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Yes, sometimes it is hard to love you, but I find it harder not to,
Yes, it is better to leave while I can, somehow I don't want to.

You probably have someone,
It could be anyone.
Anyone but me,
No chance of a maybe.

Cause if that were really true, I'd know by hearing from you.
Since I don't, I also know you won't.

Not because you don't feel, but because it lacks appeal.
It doesn't appeal enough to your reality and make you believe,
That you wore my heart your sleeve.

But I guess it's alright,
If not, I can always pretend, right?
So I'll smile until the pain fades, and then some more,
Find hope once again, beautiful and pure.
It could be in you or someone I've never met before,
This constant state of despair must have a cure.

They say to move on you must will,
Man up and swallow the bitter pill.
Its always easier said than done,
A single stroke of fate, waiting to be undone.

I hope I can, I know I try,
It doesn't matter how much I cry.
I will move on,
Maybe not today, but someday,
This throbbing pain will be gone.

Broken heart misses a few pieces,

The past haunts, its existence never ceases.

A silent knock settles upon the aching heart,

Will you help me make a fresh start?

If I bare my wounds to you,

Will you heal them, rejuvenate too?

Will my depth learn to laugh again?

Will you bear me crack lame jokes and go insane?

Will you leave me and walk away?

Or will you stay and find a way?

And if I open my heart to you once again,

Will you be there for me till the end? 

One day I would surely meet you,

Your smile would do to me, what nobody could do!

Butterflies in stomach, the lump in my throat,

We shall cross this distance, my Soul Mate, in the fancy love boat!

Your eyes that'll embrace me, your touch that would care,

The lame jokes and little moments of joy that we would share!

When things go wrong, we would do the best to repair,

I dream of you, my Soulmate, who would never leave this pair!

Romance in your heart, your cheesy naughty ways,

The moonlit beach nights, the rains with Maggie days!

In whom can confide my hazy dreams, such a Soulmate I crave,

Mate with me, my Soulmate, till my soul stays!

It was a cold winter evening, bare trees stood shamelessly as the wind blew, watching folks play delightfully with snowballs, and snowmen alike, slipping, tripping, ice skating over frozen lakes and ponds. The wind resonated with sounds of laughter and merriment, not very far away sat a slightly tense Tyson, today was his big day.

He knew he was going to do it, "no more holding back" he thought as he waited, rather paced to and fro, around that small wooden bench. Not very far away from the public view, yet had an amazing sense of privacy around it. Maybe that's why Alexis and Tyson loved this place, it was like a home away from home. they'd study, talk, laugh, cry, go crazy, and quite literally grow up around this place.

It was "their place".

Many were surprised at how these two 18 year olds could spend hours just sitting there, either engaged in an animated conversation, or enjoying the muted silence which lingered on between them. Tyson and Alexis had liked each other ever since they understood what they word meant. The feelings had always been pretty strong, but both rationalized it under the name of friendship. He could never forget how she laughed every time he did something stupid, or even the times when she fell and laughed at her own clumsiness.. never forget the twinkle in her eyes when he gave her a hand made bracelet for her 16th birthday, and how it never left her wrist ever since the minute he tied it there. She on the other hand never got past his beautiful green eyes, his chiseled jawline, the way he gesticulated when he was particularly enthused about something, the warmth of his reassuring hugs when she leaned on him for support, his scent, the strength of his character, his tender care.. they both loved each other, and never acknowledged it.

Tyson was struggling for the perfect words since the past 3 years, and yet nothing he could come up with would ever be close to perfect.

She finally arrived after what seemed like an eternity (which was actually only 15 minutes..!) there he was, dressed casually, and yet something about him was particularly attractive and it made her weak in her knees.

A little away from the bench was the shack they'd built together, it was their own little "lake house" as they called it. Both their parents knew where exactly to find the kids if they weren't home or at each others place. Only this time, Alexis' parents were out of town, and Tyson had his aunt come over.. perfect excuse to stay out of home. The minute he set his eyes upon her, he was never able to get them off.. she was her usual tomboyish self and yet exuded so much of feminine grace and beauty, that a combination like that was rather hard to let go of.

From a distance, she could see, the shack was lit up with small dim lights, was made very cozy, now especially during the winter, it was a must; to not have to do it herself, made her feel both relieved and slightly worried, she could only wonder what he was up to. Just as she was about to enter, he told her to close her eyes, and then slowly opened the door. She walked into something that looked like it came right out of one of those romantic beautiful-and-rich-princess-meets-handsome-and-brave-prince type of fairy tales.

There he was, down on one knee, with a ring in one hand and her hand in the other, he finally proposed, his words were simple yet messed up, just like his feelings for her and yet nothing could've seemed more perfect.

I may not be able to understand some things sometimes,

But I will always listen,

I may never be good with words,

Yet I will never tire of talking to you,

I may not know how many stars are in the sky,

But know how to put them in your eyes,

I may not be able to bring you the moon,

Because you shine brighter than it,

I may not know how many grains of sand there are,

Yet I know you wont make me count.

I don't know a thousand and ten things about life and society and how to deal with a girl when she's feeling blue..

But I guess I'll find a teacher and companion in you.

Today I ask you to be mine,

'Cause I know that together we'll be so fine!

MARRY ME ALEXIS.

All she could manage was a smile, as tears came rolling down her pretty cheeks, a very overwhelmed and almost choked "yes" escaped her.

It was snowing, and even in the dimness of the lights, one could tell, that they were both glowing.

Eyes shed tears every time they look within,

Yet the shattered heart refuses to cry the hidden malign.

The promise of forever is a plain white lie,

Forever means Convenience, all changes when the "spark" bids goodbye.

A spark in the relationship is what is called love,

Left alone, abandoned is the heart, when love fails to serve.

A fool I was to take love as more than "a spark in the relationship".

A fool to think Love is an eternal bond, an unsaid promise to keep.

Standing right besides you in all your battles, I promised never to leave your hand,

You left me when my life was low, this wound will never mend.

Do I deserve someone like you, asks my deep sunk heart.

And there is a big laughter, I am glad that we fell apart.

My love survived, yours did not because you never loved me,

I rather be alone than be with someone for whom loving me "doesn't come naturally"

Grateful to life for untying the knots, the pillars of which were never strong,

True love survives and stays together, even when things go wrong! 

The sarcastic talk. Your taunts that flock

The short tempered you! You just make me follow you!

Like the turbulent storm, you’re rough and uptight

But when I look into your eyes, you’re just a small mice.

The agitated you get, with the silliest things around,

The tantrums you throw, like a circus clown

You sure have the energy to take a bear down!

The choosy you get, with outstanding reasons,

Surly makes my stomach upset.

But if I look at you and I see a little frown,

Don’t’ worry baby, I’ll tilt the world upside down!

The witty words, and the pranks you play,

Even kids would be in dismay.

The indecisive you get, with the simplest of choice,

I begin to hear your head voice.

The reasons you give when you get caught

Makes my all senses clot!

But when you know, that I’m upset; you give me that hug…

And then I feel like I’m your love bug. 

In the end, all said and done

You’re my favorite, you’re the one… 

Today he loves me,

Tomorrow he fights, but still it takes me, to decide the right.

Today he argues, the next hour he laughs,

And I wonder how he changes so fast.

Like a module his temper is small,

But he would make sure, he remembers them all.

And sometimes, someday when I explode,

I don’t know how he has it all under control.

At eight he hugs me, at ten he stares,

At twelve he loves me, at three he glares.

And all I see when I look at him,

Is the time that changes along with him.

Dear lord.. Did you create him while eating a lime?

Why does his mind change with time?

He tickles me at five, he is angry at seven,

Do I know exactly what’s he angry for then?

I try real hard to change with him,

It’s not so easy; it’s like bending a pin.

Now this was the evening show, the night is left,

God get the time slow!

At eight in the night he’s calm alright,

At ten he’s alarmed and sometimes he cries.

I look at him and think to myself,

Should I talk to him? Or leave a note on the shelf?

And when I decide what could be right,

He wipes his tears and suddenly smiles.

Dear lord.. Did you create him while eating a lime?

Why does his mind change with time?

But even though his mind changes with time,

When I need him he is always my partner in crime.

She spent hours trying to look effortlessly well put together with the right kind of a carelessly messy bun,
He spent hours trying to get the perfect tan, toiling away under the harsh summer sun.

Time slowly watched and smiled, at a leisurely pace it went by,
Letting them gaze into each others eyes, and plainly let out a sigh.
Typical as it may seem,
But that's the content of many a dream.

They wasted time trying to impress each other,
They had no idea what it meant to the significant other -
They arrived together, gazed into each others eyes,
Across tables, their lives intersected over words from the "wise"
They could never focus on anything outside of their fuzzy feeling,
Even when the people they came with, admired the proposal rings.

That day, they were proclaimed man and wife.
Wedded to other people for life.

You have always given me love..

All I've always caused is pain..

You don't have to act any tough..

Your pretense would just go in vain!

They say we complement each other..

And that we look cute together..

They hardly with their eyes can see..

The dark and evil side of me!

Too much pain and not a scream

Do you think it's all a dream?

But seems like your heart just bled

And this feeling makes me dread!

Hurt is what I hate to give

But hurt is all I have to give you.....

~ Plabita Borthakur (manu)

I have invested my capital of love,

In the company of your heart...

I assure you, my love will be the working capital of your company,

And your's will be my Life Insurance Policy...

I will supply in bulk my care to you,

And will fulfill all the promises that are due..

I will lend you the loan of my love,

And won't even charge the interest for above..

In your bank of trust, i'll keep my securities,

And for that, i know, i'll need no guarantees..

I will appreciate all the assets - that are your gifts,

And.. lemme guess.. according to you,

My liabilities would be lots n lots of hugs and kisses ??? ;)

There will be no employee, no boss,

The organisation of our life will never make a loss...

I will purchase all your sadness,

And sell you all the happiness..

Let us never be debtor or a creditor..

Since we both can not stay away from each other..

Let us promise :

"we'll always be at each other's side,
thus forming a merger of our lives... "

Fairytale lover, where lies your heart? 
Did you put it away like a piece of unfinished art?
Or is it captive to the whim and fancy,
Of the unconventional princess called, Nancy?
She never needed saving, or so she said,
Yet everyone she ever loved always ended up dead.
Now you’re heading toward a similar fate,
Losing your heart at the very first date.
You don’t seem too smart, or else you’d have known,
She’s not the kind to build a clone.
Her art is the people she loved,
Never a portrayal, always the true essence of her beloved.

That’s why her workshop always smells funny,
And you’ll never see her squint, even when it’s too sunny.
She’s seen the light and reversed,
“I’ll miss you” – a dialogue she’s never rehearsed.
She keeps them around, you know she does.
That explains a great deal of her fuss.
She’ll love you, oh she will,
And turn your words into the design of her quill.
She’s a witch they say, casting a love spell –
On hopeless romantics who believe in the magic of a wishing well.
She was the reason cupid fell from grace,
And broke his nose from the fall on his face.
Perhaps the first cause of why love can turn bad,
is a girl pining for the boy she never had.