My Dearest Love: Melt Me with that Hug Again

My Dearest Love: Melt Me with that Hug Again: A hug is a wonderful feeling which forms an integral part of lovely relationships. It's a lovely emotion which comes automatically from those who really love you.

Melt Me with that Hug Again

The feeling of that first hug remains indelible

A strange emotion which the heart craves for

It was the first time I was happy while shivering

Seemed as you melted my sadness slowly

The whole world seemed so beautiful

And my soul dissolved with yours forever

Little did I know how momentous it was

How soon my life was to be ruined

My every emotion to be compromised

My soul to be humiliated every minute

You left me but that feeling remained

An emotion which none could understand

Physical satisfaction is what others yearn for

I want to fill that emotional hollowness

Forget the feeling of that hug to repeat

I was not even hugged by anyone again

Maybe God wanted to keep that alive

And not let anyone rub its reminiscences

Here I stand with a bitter heart and mind

Tired of being used as an instrument

Forced to count my shortcomings

And forget if I could ever be loved

Leave the beauty of love behind

And justify my presence physically

Want to get lost in that hug again

If anyone could find me embraceable like you

Want to listen to those beautiful words

That once made my life so livable

Want to see those expressions

That skipped my heartbeat every moment

Come hold me closer and give that tight hug

Make me feel my beats and my presence

Shower me with your pampering praises

And let me be lost in that lovely world again

I really miss that hug, the melting hug

That could make me a happy woman again!

When Love takes a Pause, Life Stops

Those days when life was awesome

And every moment was mesmerizing

A thought that you were there

Used to bring a bright smile

Now, when everything is against

Living life seems so tough

I wanted one shoulder to cry

And God gave me four shoulders

To say good bye forever

Thank you God for understanding

And standing by my side

When passing every moment

Had become a slow death

When it Comes so Near….

What can I achieve at the age of 30

When just 30 days are left

Under high pressure to do something great

But getting only hatred from everyone

Very less days left to leave

Without any sign of my existence

24 hours pass so fast

Before I get time to feel it

Now, I want to live every second

And enjoy the creation which is soon to end

Almighty if you please listen to my wish

Give me courage to tolerate this pressure

Make me able in this life

That I can at least prove myself

Shower some peace

That I can leave peacefully

We will Meet Again!!

You were the hope once

In you laid my happiness

Couldn’t leave you ever

Even after walking the aisle

With someone else

Kept your thoughts alive

To finish the span of this life

And meet you again

 But all hopes shattered now

You even snatched my thoughts

By marrying someone else

Every thought about you

Shows you with other person

And crushes my dreams forever

How to life this long life?

All sources of happiness gone

Still, I would wait for you

To meet me in other world

Where love is the uppermost

And lovers always praised

This life will be an effort

To achieve you, my love

This will not go in vain

As we would meet forever!

Are you Missing your Beloved?

Sometimes, we remain unable to express our feelings towards someone due to short of words. It may also happen that we find the words ' I Miss You' not sufficient for expressing those deep emotions.



Here are some of the most popular lines by various renowned writers which can be used for revealing those feelings with greater effect and in a more meaningful manner:

1. It's unhealthy how much I have started missing you these days.

2. I miss you more than you would ever know.

3. I wonder if you miss me half as much as I miss you.

4. My thoughts are free to go anywhere, but it's surprising how often they head in your direction.

5. You are the sun in my day, the wind in my sky, the waves in my ocean and the beat in my heart.

6. I'm not alone, but I am lonely without you.

7. I miss you like the sun misses the flower. For without you, there is no reason to shine.

8. It’s easy to remember the near ones but very difficult to forget the dear ones. Missing you.

9. There seems to be a big void when I am without you, miss you a lot.

10. If I had a single flower for every time I think about you, I could walk forever in my garden.

Missing You

Missing you a lot today

Those words buzzing again

Taking me back in the past

When life was so beautiful

I had someone so caring

There seems to be a big void

Happiness laughs at me

People making fun of me

Even death seems to be angry

Forces me to live and cry

Craving for a friend like you

Who could give the same space

And always remain by my side

Who could understand me

And give supporting hands.

Beware, Machine Age

The extremity reaches the top,
Before every final downfall.
As man breathes the last,
Before the death's final call.
When limit crosses the boundary,
Then comes the fall of all.

Who were themselves animals,
Mercilessly kill own ancients.
Shades which provided shelters,
Cut to increase payments.
Rivers with life giving tales,
Bound in our selfish restraints.

Females once idols of worship,
Presented as models of business.
Children earlier taught epics,
Exposed to relentlessness.
Elders known for experienced clips,
Thrown out for age weaknesses.

Understand the dangerous warnings,
Or will be drowned in the dark ocean.
Don't end the beautiful beginnings,
Which arose the wrong passions?
Can you see your efforts burning?
And land up in lamentations.

Dreaming the Past

Sometimes that past overpowers

Takes me back in those memories

Those lovely days and that face

Enjoying every flying moment

While the time passed by

Wanted to hold those moments

But grabbed so tight

That it slipped away angrily

Want to go back in that phase

When I wished life to stop

And give me time to mesmerize

Whenever that past hovers around

I love to close my eyes

And live in that dream world for a while

Let's Make Him a Human Being

Root lies in his mind

We punish the body

His aim already set

We don't understand

He succeeds, we suffer

We succeed, he suffers

No resolution to this

Till we reach the root

Pull out from deep soil

Germs entangled to it

Clear it with thoughts

Contemplate on his mind

Understand his situation

Hold his hand once

Show the human world

Visualize the colored life

Not a murdered sight

How satisfying is laughter

Than the other world

People wriggling in pain

If we could think this

We humanize a terrorist

Popular 'I Love You' Quotes by Famous Writers

·        "I love you. You annoy me more than I ever thought possible, but… I want to spend every irritating minute with you." - Scrubs

·        "I love you, not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you. I love you, not only for what you have made of yourself but for what you are making of me." - Roy Croft

·        "I love you right up to the moon — and back." - Sam McBratney's

·        "You have made a place in my heart where I thought there was no room for anything else. You have made flowers grow where I cultivated dust and stones." - Robert Jordan

·        “Doubt that the stars are fire, Doubt that the sun doth move his aides, Doubt truth to be a liar, But never doubt I love.” - William Shakespeare

·        “Immature love says: 'I love you because I need you.' Mature love says 'I need you because I love you.'’- Erich Fromm 

·        “I love you the more in that I believe you had liked me for my own sake and for nothing else.”- John Keats

·        “I love you more than words can wield the matter, Dearer than eyesight, space and liberty.” - William   Shakespeare

·        “Sometimes there is only one thing left to say, P. S. I Love You....” - Cecelia Ahern

·        "How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach." - Elizabeth Barrett browning

Poverty versus Prosperity

Difference only a little

One nude due to scarcity

Other fed up of prosperity

One crying due to pain

Other of spoilt brain

One presenting modern

Other thrown into drain

How difficult to assume!

But they are one

Species of one blood

Species of one name

Most sensitive on earth

Calls himself man

Where is the God

Who called us brothers?

Gave the rich all feathers

Struggle for the poor

And rest for others

Where is the justice?

Our faith turning brittle.

Fission and Fusion: The Nuclear Confusion

Enough is accumulated

To destroy human beings

The mark of our existence

Presence of all living things

It’s scientist’s prediction

If bombed fifteen times

Bring complete destruction

In bombardment of first line

Gathering nuclear weapons

Man shows his powers

But wasting money in tons

Calls death’s final showers

Nowhere to hide on the earth

Poison to cover atmosphere

All achievements in dearth

Is it for this, you dare?

The Untrodden Path

Everyone pursuing engineering

Others preparing for doctorate

I engaged with literature

Still, achieved the highest.

Cross the traditional line

And make the world shine

Can go higher in privates

Have guts to prove different

Deviated from trodden one

But recognized by everyone

Follow this path, my friend

And achieve your ambition.

Gay or Lesbian, First a Human

Rights for humans everywhere

Not one for me to be a human

Outcast from the primary society

Pointed by every other person

I lie here alone and deserted

Choked by heated arguments

Always asking the almighty

Am I really so different?

Media craves for sensation

Makes my marriage a headline

People fight for justifications

While I search for my existence

This defeated soul cries aloud

If anyone in world could hear it

Call me either a gay or a lesbian

But first of all, I am a human.

A Beggar's World

I am sorry, my baby!

Still feel welcomed

On this partial earth

A separate world for you

But same as myself

People of this world call

To which both belong

You and your mother

Simply a beggar's world.

No special protection

No lullabies for you

Only an impatient wait

For you to turn four

Thus being able to hold

If only a thrown container

To beg for your belly

Please forgive me, baby!

A mother welcomes you.

True Love Can Never Be Defeated

Tears trickled down the cheeks of Ms. Shrishti Bhatt. Sitting on the sofa with the only memories left in her hands, how much ever she tried to resist but always stopped on the same photograph of the album. The maid entered inside the room with the evening breakfast and noticed her face engrossed with the same emotions. “Madam, life is very short. How many years would you give to that past? Be practical in life. Being a servant, these words don't suit me but this is not the way to deal with the bitterness of life.” Shrishti told without even raising her eyes,” Shanti! You know that my present lies in my past. I will die on the day when the God takes away that as well. Please leave me alone.” Going out of the door, Shanti turned back suddenly,” Oh, I forgot madam. Some reporters are waiting outside.” Keeping the album back in the locker, she replied,” O.K. Welcome them and give them seats. I am coming.”

Interview with reporters had become an important element of the life of Ms. Shrishti Bhatt, the I.A.S officer of Allahabad. Her past perturbed everyone. Interviewers wanted spice for their magazines but her dignity stopped everyone to prick he shadowed identity. Shrishti Bhatt, a beautiful, charming young woman of 32, stepping down the stairs of her large mansion waving her hands to the reporters who had come from Times of India and took her seat. Madam, if you don't mind, can we ask if you know anyone called Chhitiz Bharadwaz?”Shrishti remained stunned at the sound of this word which she herself hadn't ever dared to repeat after that incident. Answering the question in negative, she left the reporters confused at her astonished face and went upwards staggering as if struck by the loss of any loved one.

Going straight into her dressing room, Shrishti stood before the long mirror which she hadn't faced for the last fourteen years. How changed she was! An unmarried woman dressed in a white sari without any kind of ornamentation. Chhitiz! Chhitiz! The name echoing in her mind forced her to scream if she could throw it out of herself. Her maid, the only person in the world who knew the truth of her life took her to the same sofa where Shrishti could find serenity. Shrishti took out the album and turning over the photographs again stopped on the same photo, her fingers on the face of the same person. Yes, he was Chhitiz, her life, her soul and the person for whom she had sacrificed all her happiness. He was in this world but still unknown to Shrishti. Her mind went back to the college life they had shared together. Shrishti and Chhitiz were best friends. They loved each other to such an extent that people felt jealous but still in the core of their hearts felt forced to think if such love was really possible. Shrishti had cleared her preliminary exam for the civil services and the last day of the final year exam had also passed. The same garden where they used to meet Shrishti was as usual waiting for Chhitiz. “Oh Chhitiz! You are again late and what's in this diary,” said Shrishti snatching the diary from him. Chhitiz looked at her and said in a serious tone, “Dear! Today, I have to discuss something really important for our lives.” Shrishti replied jokingly, “serious! Yes, very serious! You seem so funny when you even try to get serious.” Chhitiz tried to make her understand and said in a scolding manner,” Please Shrishti! Try to understand, this is regarding both of us.” Shrishti didn't even seem to listen to his words and said hurriedly,” Oh no! I forgot to tell you, Sir Hardy was calling you. First go and meet him and then we will enjoy this seriousness together.”

Chhitiz looked very disturbed that day. But Shrishti assumed his tension for an hour or two as usual to grab her attention. About fifteen minutes passed and he didn't return. Going forward a few steps, she returned back to take his diary which she had forgotten on the slip. Shrishti opened the diary and said to herself,” Oh yes! He was hiding something from me. Card? The card was not an ordinary one; it was an invitation card for Shrishti in the wedding ceremony of Chhitiz with a girl called Hrishita. Shrishti lost her conscience for a moment. The whole world seemed to fall before her eyes. She understood everything and preserving all the memories of Chhitiz in her heart went away forever and ever. After this incident, the first thing which she did was changed her mobile number. Secondly, without giving a single day to Chhitiz for any kind of explanation left the Girls'apartment where she used to live and went to stay with her maternal uncle and aunty about which Chhitizwas totally unknown. Shrishti had lost her parents when she was only eight. After clearing her interview for Civil Services, she decided not to marry as didn't want to share the love of Chhitiz with anyone else. She took a large mansion in Allahabad and lived there with her diary and the album, the only memories of her college life. She never even felt envious of Hrishita instead always considered her lucky to be Chhitiz's wife. 

Coming back from her past, Shrishti asked her driver to take out the car and went alone driving to the mountainous, hilly regions on the border of Allahabad. Chhitiz seemed sitting beside her and begging for a chance to explain him. Shrishti kept on increasing the speed of the car and suddenly with her loud scream,” Please Chhitiz! I am nowhere in your life now. Go away!” her white color Mercedes hit the large banyan tree. People gathered in large numbers and the hope of her survival became least with the severe injuries on her head. Reporters poured in the hospital corridors and newspapers got studded with the reports of her accident and with headlines,” Ms. Shrishti's secret life passing into the secret world.” But fate had something else in store for her. She was saved. It was the day of her discharge from the hospital and Shanti was waiting outside with garlands in her hands and tears in her eyes. She fell on her feet and started thanking the Almighty but Shrishti seemed to be lost. Having once escaped death, she decided to meet Chhitiz before her final separation from life. Immediately a ticket was booked for her flight to Delhi. Shrishti went all alone. While going to Chhitiz's house from the airport in a taxi, each and every road she passed by reminded her of the days spent with him. Her car only stopped at a mall from where she bought a beautiful sari for his wife and clothes for the children of her imagination. Standing right below his bungalow, Shrishti stopped for a while thinking if he would be able to recognize her or not and if his wife would like this surprise visit or not. But, she couldn't dare to move back from her destination. Her heartbeat pounded higher and higher with the reducing no of steps to his house. Her hands trembled while pressing the door bell.

The door opened and the person standing in front of her was Mr. Chhitiz Bharadwaz, the famous industrialist of Delhi. Fourteen years had just whitened a few hairs without affecting much of his handsome personality. He remained stunned. Ten minutes passed standing outside staring at each other when Shrishti reminded him to follow the courtesy and call her inside in a kidding manner. The forceful smile on her face couldn't stop the rolling down of tears. Trying to hide her true emotions, she asked inquiringly,” Where is Hrishita? I have brought a beautiful sari for her. And, where are your children? See this. Will it fit him? “Without uttering a single word, Chhitiz took all the gifts in one hand and holding her hand with the other took her inside. Pointing towards a lady lying on a bed, he said angrily,” See, Shrishti! Meet my mother and see her condition.” Holding tears in his eyes, he went outside. His mother understood who she was and embraced her. She couldn't stop her tears and wiping her face said,” Dear, that card was printed before I was even ware of your relationship. Chhitiz had taken that card in order to force you to meet me and understand how eager I was to get him married as you always used to take his discussions lightly. He is still unmarried and waiting for you, my love! Please help me to die peacefully.” Saying this, the old lady started sobbing profusely. The earth slipped away from her feet and sky seemed to fall apart. True love between Shrishti and Chhitiz was proved.

Two years passed and Shrishti was again seen sitting on a sofa with the same album in her hands but now not with memories but real Chhitiz sitting beside him and a child in between and all the three enjoying the college life stories shared and laughed about between the two lovers.

Was She Over-Ambitious?

She craved for an identity

Shared by none.

Wanted to die when

Known by thousands.

She wanted to work

To have self respect.

Wanted to earn

To avoid dependence.

She wanted to marry

The one who loved.

Never wanted

Any third in between.

None of these fulfilled

she sees her wings cut.

Her dreams bleeding

And the life shattered.

Very simple dreams

Would have hurt none.

But disaster fell upon

She couldn’t acquire one.

The Broken Wings

Running away from the self

Leaving the own past behind.

Trying to be lost in the world

If this soul could ever hide.

Brush up with similar beings

Enlivens the broken wings.

Trying to crush them futher

Forget if they even existed.

Dreams once the soul of life

Pinch on mere remembrance.

So difficult to separate them

Where lied the soul of this life.