Days until Birthday:
Pranjali Shome
Educator, Poet & Book Lover
Educational Background
Pranjali Shome holds a Bachelor of Education (BEd) from St. Xavier's College and both a B.Sc. and M.Sc. in Zoology from Calcutta University. She is a dedicated zoology teacher at Bhavan's Gangabux Kanoria Vidyamandir.
Personal Life
Pranjali married Kabir Mondal on May 26, 2025. Born on September 26, 1995, she is the beloved daughter of Arindam Shome and Munmun Shome. Her late grandfather's name is Arun Chandra Shome.
Passion & Career
As a passionate book lover and accomplished poet, Pranjali teaches Biology, English, Environmental Science, Science, and Zoology near Salt Lake. She inspires her students daily while pursuing her love for poetry and literature.
Books That Define Me
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Expert Biology
Personalized learning experience with proven teaching methods
Qualification & Expertise
M.Sc (Master of Science)
Calcutta University - 2018
Specialized in biological sciences with comprehensive knowledge of botany, zoology, and biotechnology. Committed to making complex concepts accessible and engaging for students of all levels.
Teaching Experience
Personalized Care: Each student receives individual attention ensuring that learning is both enjoyable and focused on clearing concepts.
Independent Thinking: Students are encouraged to think independently, fostering their critical thinking and creativity.
Formative Assessment: Regular assessments help students reflect on their understanding and track progress effectively.
Teaching Approach
Engaging Learning: The entire learning journey is designed to be engaging and inspiring for every student.
Interdisciplinary Methods: Teaching incorporates interdisciplinary techniques connecting various fields of knowledge.
Real-World Examples: Everyday life examples help students connect textbook knowledge to practical situations, eliminating the need for rote memorization.
Curriculum & Services
CBSE Board
Specialized in CBSE curriculum with comprehensive coverage of all biology topics.
Service Areas
Salt Lake, Hati Bagan, Sinthee Road, Beliaghata, Baranagar
Online Tutoring
Experienced in online teaching with interactive digital tools and methods.
Subjects & Classes
Class 11-12
Biology, Botany, Zoology, Biotechnology, Physiology
Class 9-10
Biology, Science, Zoology, English, EVS
Class 6-8
Biology, Chemistry, Science, English, EVS, Zoology
English Speaking
Effective Communication, Public Speaking, Spoken English
Languages
English Language Proficiency
Online Classes
All subjects available through digital platforms
Pranjali's Collection
Fresh verses from the heart
Sometimes I feel
Sometimes I feel like faking a scar, to see who gifts me a bottle of medicine and who gifts me a bottle of salt
Love means
Love means never having to think before
speaking..
Love means strong shoulders to hang on.. Love means thousands of butterflies in the stomach..
Love means a horizon full of rainbow after a bad day..
Love means a peachy glow on the cheeks.. Love means smiling for no reason.. Love means support to follow own dreams.. Love means to be natural..to be makeup less.. Love means to be loved just for being the REAL ME...!!
The glasses and ceilings
The glasses and ceilings are sheilding us from the dark facets, protecting us and cushioning us from the unknown..
With our precocious brain rambling to understand the meaning of mighty sword and feisty threat, we all grow up, for real, suddenly like the withdrawal of gibberellins..
My 4345 Poem
She's fearful of fire, she dreaded the gas cylinder....so she never entered the kitchen.
But now just because he is a chef...she is ready to plunge out of her fears and face them..just for him..
She spends everyday in the kitchen, burning her fingers, just to cook, just to impress him..
Candle light
Candle light, soft music, heart made with books, balloons and one knee- the best proposal ever..!
Will I be asking too much
Will I be asking too much, if I want to bottle-up your scent and keep it with me-- only me--forever..?
Last time
Last time I was truly happy,
When I was the little me, unaware of all the earthly problems.
When home and outside both were fun and love only meant pure happiness.
Waiting for
Waiting for you is like
deliberately wanting to destroying my
soul..
Is equal to void...which will always remain empty..
Waiting for you is like expecting all the extinct species to come back to life....
The ripples in water remind me
how gently we can move on and carry on with our daily chores.
It also reminds me how capable we are to spread happiness and joy all around..!
Books define me
Books are my best friends, my soul, my handkerchief to wipe off my tears, the shoulders to cry on, my love, my support system.. They act as my protective sheath when I am fighting with the society and with the negative soul of mine...
She never missed her tuitions
She never missed her tuitions, even during her fevers-
She loved Sundays, she loved 11AMS- Coz that's the only time thousands of butterflies started flying in her stomach-
Coz that's the only time she saw HIM..!
Green is the colour
Green is the colour of
Serenity and purity and oxygen.. The colour without which humans will perish....
A real person
A real person can be understood by knowing how they behave with their inferiors. and with animals and birds..
Sunsets scream help...they spread their hands as far as possible in the horizon..just to hold on to the moment.
Far away from here
Somewhere over the rainbow, she is stiching the cloth of love, the handkerchief of warmth with the needle of his love and thread of his promise....
Which she couldn't do being here, being near..
Had my favourite
June 2018
Had my favourite person with me in person...my grandfather.
June 2019
I still have him in my heart..as now he is in heaven..
Had my favourite person with me in person...my grandfather.
June 2019
I still have him in my heart..as now he is in heaven..
I wanted
I wanted to believe you..
I wanted to believe all you sugar-
coated lies,
I wanted to believe all your
dreamy plannings which would
forever remain my dreams...
But then I remembered those
people who raised me....
And I started hating the spineless-
YOU...
Set me free to
follow my heart and not repent every single minute for not doing something the society wants me to do...the path I am bound to follow as everyone is following and also as it is visually lucrative..
Happy Father's Day
A father is someone who
is always there like our spinal cord..supporting us...
like oxygen...without whom life is lifeless.. A girl's hero, a boy's idol..
A father is a child's shelter, where he/she can return and rest safely after a day of
storm.
Papa
Papa, my most memorable moment with you was
Each and every moment I spend
with you.
Every time I learn something from you, to make a better version of mine..!!
Have you ever
Have you ever accidentally seen in some stranger's eyes and then kept thinking about it for days to come..?
Some things happen for no reason..!
Not Again - A Short Story
Ever again I am going to trip and fall over those piles of sugar-coated lies.....
Over those widely visible life- threatening boulders that I have had always ignored...knowingly... Now eyes open...wide
open...without the opaque
curtains....
My AABB Poem
With the violet hibiscuses, you give me my daily dose,
The dose without which I become like a dead rose;
Your love is like the parabolic rainbow,
Impossible to get before the rain of my eyes is allowed to let go.
My life
My life is like
an Albatross......flying high and continuing to do so..ignoring all the bad climates and possible dangers.
Let me know
Let me know when
the world finally makes the decision to make you, your thoughts, your existence...invisible to me...
Between you and me
we are parallel lines- going on with the hope of being together..but never will be
together.
My 3432 Poem
Sailing on through rough life's ocean ignoring all the hurricanes
and cyclones with grace..
I found life
I found life
when finally I gained the courage to throw away my mask gifted by the society and came into bright sunlight with my naked face..
You're like
You're like the evening tea.
Both of you have become my thirst... still embrace both of you..sugar or sugar-less;
and
whatsoever might happen, I can't dream of ending my day without you
two.
I forgot how it feels
I forgot how it feels to
roam on Earth without being judged, tortured, outside the realm of selfish deeds and jealosy acts..
I forgot how it feels to be just a human being, loved for just being the true ME.
Happiness often
Happiness often is all about
Seeing the real and raw' you in the mirror everyday and smiling to what you see.
Real happiness is accepting to love your own self the most..!
When I wake up late
When I wake up late,
I actually Smile...
Coz waking up late equivalents to silent alarm clocks and holidays...!!
And loads of laziness...!!
Have you ever prayed
Have you ever prayed for someone's life when an ambulance passed by?
I miss the days
I miss the days when
life only meant capturing all the happinesses and friendship was crystal clear.
I miss the days when rocket hopes had constant fuel supply and imagination of love only gave dimples...
8 Word Definition of Childhood
8 Word Definition of Childhood
When crying brought humans by my side asap.
12.00 AM
12.00 AM -- She is waiting for his
wish.
12.00 PM -- She is still waiting. 11.59 PM -- 'Maybe he will be the last one to wish' - she thought.
12.00 AM -- After 2 years -- She is still waiting.
8 Word Definition of Freedom
8 Word Definition of Freedom
When spreading of wings mean no
curved
eyebrows.
Things that last are often
Things that last are often
boring
hard to achieve
simple honest
boring
hard to achieve
simple honest
7 Word Definition of Parents
7 Word Definition of Parents
Place to open up and get protection.
Place to open up and get protection.
We often miss
We often miss
the real happinesses by running
after the mirage of fake happinesses.
the real happinesses by running
after the mirage of fake happinesses.
Home In 8 Words
Home In 8 Words
Where
true happiness resides,
fake masks are unwanted.
Where
true happiness resides,
fake masks are unwanted.
Not everything I write
Not everything I write is
really happening in my real world.
your Writing is more about penning down thoughts you have gained through keen observations around you; rather than what you yourself are going through right now.
really happening in my real world.
your Writing is more about penning down thoughts you have gained through keen observations around you; rather than what you yourself are going through right now.
Dreams In 8 Words
Dreams In 8 Words
Inspiration to hope even after repeated fall downs.
Inspiration to hope even after repeated fall downs.
When I look at the mirror
When I look at the mirror,
I see the person who is still
struggling to fulfil her inner wishes,
who is beautiful yet unnoticed, who
wants to conquer her dreams.
I see the person who will fight till
the end with the inspiration coming
from her good heart and
whom I love the most...
I see the person who is still
struggling to fulfil her inner wishes,
who is beautiful yet unnoticed, who
wants to conquer her dreams.
I see the person who will fight till
the end with the inspiration coming
from her good heart and
whom I love the most...
Uncared morning
Uncared morning face and smile directly from heart.
I might not
I might not
Be what like the society wants me to be...
But I am definitely like what the
Earth wants me to be...!
Be what like the society wants me to be...
But I am definitely like what the
Earth wants me to be...!
Inside the happy
Inside the happy facade lies the still-
broken granddaughter who looks up to the
galaxy and wishes for the return of those
happy moments...
moments when she was wrapped with the
blessings and love of her grandfather, when
she enjoyed bourbon as it was both of
them's favourite buiscuit, when wishes got
fulfilled with just one utterence.
Why cannot humans be immortal?
broken granddaughter who looks up to the
galaxy and wishes for the return of those
happy moments...
moments when she was wrapped with the
blessings and love of her grandfather, when
she enjoyed bourbon as it was both of
them's favourite buiscuit, when wishes got
fulfilled with just one utterence.
Why cannot humans be immortal?
Uncared morning
I am yet to
Scream out at the top of my voice
from the mountain top that 'my
life's purpose is fulfilled'.
Scream out at the top of my voice
from the mountain top that 'my
life's purpose is fulfilled'.
If Sunday could speak
If Sunday could speak,
it'd say
"I am the most lovable, most wanted,
object of all human beings all over the
world..how everybody begs me to stay
for 1 more day.."
it'd say
"I am the most lovable, most wanted,
object of all human beings all over the
world..how everybody begs me to stay
for 1 more day.."
I stand at the window
I stand at the window and wonder
What would have been my inner
voice if I was born as the caged
bird sitting with gloomy eyes, pupils
directed towards the flying birds.
What would have been my inner
voice if I was born as the caged
bird sitting with gloomy eyes, pupils
directed towards the flying birds.
Only time will tell
Only time will tell
Whether the 'believe system'
present deep down our heart is
really valid and in working condition
or not.
Whether the 'believe system'
present deep down our heart is
really valid and in working condition
or not.
A good teacher
A good teacher is someone who
has the potential to mould
a child, a teenager, an
adolescent and hence a
human being's future with
all the goodness, kindness,
respect and care for the
society and passion,
dedication and forever love for
the subject.
has the potential to mould
a child, a teenager, an
adolescent and hence a
human being's future with
all the goodness, kindness,
respect and care for the
society and passion,
dedication and forever love for
the subject.
I have to tell
I have to tell you something.
No one can make me weak..not
even you.
Now I am more mature, more
conscious, more cautious and more
happy.
No one can make me weak..not
even you.
Now I am more mature, more
conscious, more cautious and more
happy.
What does family mean?
What does family mean to me?
Family is like oxygen..giving me the right
ingredient to keep going.
Family is like food..giving the right
nutrition to keep my body working.
Family is like shelter..giving me the shed
to protect myself from all odds.
Family is like breath..giving push to keep
all hay.
Finally
Family is like heart..giving me the reason
to thrive.
Family is like oxygen..giving me the right
ingredient to keep going.
Family is like food..giving the right
nutrition to keep my body working.
Family is like shelter..giving me the shed
to protect myself from all odds.
Family is like breath..giving push to keep
all hay.
Finally
Family is like heart..giving me the reason
to thrive.
Life is too short
Life is too short to
think about the society and others
first.
Follow your heart, fulfill its weird
wishes and be crazy..!
think about the society and others
first.
Follow your heart, fulfill its weird
wishes and be crazy..!
Every poet wants
Every poet wants to
be appreciated for the uniqueness
they pen down on the papers..
be understood for their feelings..
be recognised for being raw..and
for having the passion and love to
observe the surroundings...
be appreciated for the uniqueness
they pen down on the papers..
be understood for their feelings..
be recognised for being raw..and
for having the passion and love to
observe the surroundings...
The world needs
The world needs more of
Heart thinkers than head thinkers...
More of...love than hate..
More of...acceptance than
rejection..
More of... givers than takers..
More of... humans than machines..
Heart thinkers than head thinkers...
More of...love than hate..
More of...acceptance than
rejection..
More of... givers than takers..
More of... humans than machines..
Independence in 8 Words
Independence in 8 Words
Shackle-free and barrier less-
both physically and mentally.
both physically and mentally.
My mind seamlessly float
My mind seamlessly float through all odds. Not caring about the dust, about the bump, about the traffic.
How much I try to tame it, it ends up with a melancholy of thousands of thoughts proving again and again that some endings can be good and
somethings are worth waiting for. Even grey and black clouds looming over head becomes invisible in front the dream of rainbows and unicorns.
Rain came
Rain came by
Splashed my soul, aroused me
Congratulations to newborn me..!
Splashed my soul, aroused me
Congratulations to newborn me..!
When I get older
When I get older,
Maybe I will be able to look at the infinity stars without any back- calling of duty.
Maybe I will be able to look at the surreal moon without having any regrets.
Maybe I will be able to face myself at the mirror with same grace and with a happy mind that I have managed to fulfil my life's motto..!
Maybe I will be able to look at the infinity stars without any back- calling of duty.
Maybe I will be able to look at the surreal moon without having any regrets.
Maybe I will be able to face myself at the mirror with same grace and with a happy mind that I have managed to fulfil my life's motto..!
Sunsets remind me of
Sunsets remind me of
the memories of our last meeting; how our separation and sunset mean the same.
Both denote endings, both denote the fact how endings can be beautiful, both denote the possibility of new hope.
Most importantly, both remind me that a new day is a few hours or few moments away!
the memories of our last meeting; how our separation and sunset mean the same.
Both denote endings, both denote the fact how endings can be beautiful, both denote the possibility of new hope.
Most importantly, both remind me that a new day is a few hours or few moments away!
Eyes always
Eyes always sparkling with water?
Congratulations!
You are an over-emotional, light-hearted,
rare and strong person.
Congratulations!
You are an over-emotional, light-hearted,
rare and strong person.
My favourite kind of morning is
My favourite kind of morning is
1. Curling up in my favourite corner of the room
2. Cushions surrounding me..( they all are colourful!)
3. Open window with wind and dash of sunlight coming..
4. A cup of coffee
5. Some snacks
6. THE MOST IMPORTANT.... Books..!!
7. No wordly thoughts...!!
1. Curling up in my favourite corner of the room
2. Cushions surrounding me..( they all are colourful!)
3. Open window with wind and dash of sunlight coming..
4. A cup of coffee
5. Some snacks
6. THE MOST IMPORTANT.... Books..!!
7. No wordly thoughts...!!
Happy birthday YQ
Happy birthday YQ. For me, you are like
A cozy and beautiful place to vent out
my creative potpourri and shackled
emotions without being judged..!
A cozy and beautiful place to vent out
my creative potpourri and shackled
emotions without being judged..!
Gulping down my own words
Gulping down my own words Stuck in my own bed
Shackled with my own thoughts Drawing colours from my own soul Winds getting my own skin as obstruction Food getting cooked by my own fire Lights blocked by my own shadow Water evaporating by my own temperature Looming tunes only audible in my own ears Eyes feeling only my own tears
Negative emotions blocking my own senses
In total..I am blocking my own happiness.
Nights that don't let me
Nights that don't let me sleep are often those
nights which pass either peacefully by reading story books or in frustration for not reading study books..!
If there's one truth
If there's one truth I learnt by living this life of mine, it is this:
Life is unpredictable with sharp bends after every happy
moments.
Life gives rainbow to some and gloomy clouds to some. Life is worth living...and compromising at every moment.
What Makes A Good Teacher
What Makes A Good Teacher?
1. Turns a complex topic into a simple, easy and fun topic.
2. Compels to come to school everyday with a smiling face.
3. Encourages non-academic or co- curricular interests with equal enthusiasm. 4. Treat everyone the same and love all equally.
5. Always tries to inculcate good values. 6. Strict yet caring.
Sentences twirling
Sentences twirling,
turning from tangerine to mauve. Poems emancipating feelings sapphire serendipity
tumbling over the brims of crooked mouth. Eroding plethora of emotions dripping as marmalade, exuding between teeth accidentally. Aurora dancing
Calcium as dam- standing tall.
blocking train of alphabets-having feelings as engine.
Tongue releasing fossilized fears
with the aquamarine taste of an apology enduring echoes
going up and down like a tornado with the breeze of breath. Positive catharsis inevitable. Under the open sky, One tries to release One tries to stop.
Tongue and teeth.
My 2323 Poem
My 2323 Poem
Curtains drawn Vision became blurred Sunset melted
Life became stagnant.
Curtains drawn Vision became blurred Sunset melted
Life became stagnant.
When you leave
When you leave, please make sure
you have cleaned all the litters
generated;
you have
all the junks you have created over time in my body, in my soul, in my mind, in my life. Clean them and then vanish in thick air forever.
We should not be doing this
"We should not be doing this."
"But why?"
Because we are not meant for it and also our parents raised us with the knowledge of not taking things which are not meant for us. We should not go against their values."
"But why are we not meant for it? Why can't we have it?"
That's because something better is awaiting for us. Something which will find us among millions and is just meant for us. Just have patience and faith".
Books are like
Books are like
Stairs to heaven Splash of rain in summer Water to satisfy thirst Wings to fly Sunlight to leaves
Blanket to protect from cold Handkerchief to wipe away tears Medicine to bruises
Books are the source of happiness required to calm down my agitated soul
Looking up
Looking up didn't make much sense and the boulders were down..
Tumbling and falling down was inevitable... No path walked..
Just bruises and stagnation..
Better to look down..better to be slow..better to move...better to progress..
My 4342 Love Poem
My 4342 Love Poem
With sunset kissing horizon Sparks being visible, Your fingers touching mine Love- gullible...
With sunset kissing horizon Sparks being visible, Your fingers touching mine Love- gullible...
Yes...I am
Yes...I am an ambivert...and am proud..
Read the 5th word again...
I am an ambivert not an introvert.
• Silence is attractive to me unlike you. I may keep on ejecting words from my mouth continuously at one moment and may just close the shutter of my mouth the next moment. That is normal to me unlike you.
Sometimes gossips bore me... Highly...unlike you.
• Sometimes I may seem to be in a different world even when people are having exciting talks in front of me. No...it doesn't mean I don't value the people in front...its just being me...real me...
• Sometimes I like being alone...only with my random thoughts. •Books....are my love..
•Add to it a notebook and a pen to capture my flying thoughts in paper. Please don't force me to anything..
If I want to do something..I will do..if I don't want to...I will never do. • Small talks are not my genre..long interesting talks are.
Lastly...pls don't judge me without reason..! I am normal like
you
Mr Darcy and few others are responsible....!
all..!
With the clock
With the clock too tired to move hands... time seemed to be stuck at one moment..
Mr Darcy and few others are responsible....!
the moment you left me at the abyss of broken lacrimal gland and infinite melancholy.....
Slowly licking oxygen
Slowly licking oxygen from still air wrapping in the rich velvet of night sky... With the rain drops gently, very graciously
moving down the window pane sound turned numb.
With my finger tips making you smile... visionary image blurring peeling off the emotions like old wall paint.. Fossilised thoughts eclipsed forever by the black moon of silence. Blackberry skies carrying my letter of cravings to a forest of unknown..to a forest of crossword Where sob is preffered over silence Where shadow beats the sun
Mr Darcy and few others are responsible....!
Where thorns are welcome over raining roses Where rainbow is caged and black is free.
You want me to change
You want me to change?
I have cloned myself- exactly opposite to your style.. We are magnets now You are North, I am South.. That's why I changed Otherwise-
how will we come together and be together for ever?
Mr Darcy and few others are responsible....!
You still want me to change?
My 4443 Night Poem
My 4443 Night Poem
Mr Darcy and few others are responsible....!
With rain drops chattering with Earth as background, am slowly falling asleep on your lap...
Mr Darcy and few others are responsible....!
Leave me like
Leave me like
the last piece of pizza which you leave for your beloved...
Like the tree which leaves its flowers on Earth for others to grasp its beauty and fragrance. Leave me like the pigeon with a note to send the message of peace on Earth.
Mr Darcy and few others are responsible....!
Leave me like the happy rain drop descending down from heaven to join the water bodies.....
What about tomorrow
What about tomorrow? Why should I worry about that? Tonight, I'm just going to
Lay back and read as if there's no
tomorrow...
Look up at the sky and watch the stars as if there's no tomorrow....
Mr Darcy and few others are responsible....!
Eat the stored icecream in fridge by stealing as if there's no tomorrow.... Give goodnight kisses to my parents as if there's no tomorrow..... And lastly...LIVE....as if there's no tomorrow.....
Judge the type of Sunday
Judge the type of Sunday...
I am late...no I was on time but then my rain shoes got lost amidst the chaos and I had to search frantically for it. Ok..now I go out..
No transport...I mean no transport to take me to my destination..with the clock ticking, I started walking up and down the road, eyeing and hoping every bus coming as mine..
10 mins left for the clock to strike my ideal time. Damn I will be late... Without hope, I boarded the bus which would just throw me out 1 stoppage
early... Okk fine...
Nd then came the jam...
Clock revealing: 6 mins left..Great...!!!
And the bus giving the reason of green signal, throws me off at a point from where I had to walk more...
Time: no time left...or maybe 51 seconds.
With rain starting its journey from the clouds to the Earth, I huffed and walked..only praying to get a seat in the auto. And lo! No auto.. Yayyy...!!
And the rain increased its running speed..
So its rain speeding, I am speeding.
I actually dont remember whether I was walking or running... Clock: past 5 mins...
Panting like no one..I walkingly ran, pushing people and ignoring the bad words...
Finally I reached.
Mr Darcy and few others are responsible....!
Clock: past 17 mins...
I'm in your city
"I'm in your city."
"Why are you here?"
'With the view of reliving our moments again together.' - Hahahahahhaa!'
'What is there to laugh? I am serious. Yeah right...umm...anyways its great that you have come..I wanted to tell you something for so long! 'Huh...I knew you would miss me. Tell me..what is it?' Well...when you left, you left behind many baggages..baggages of dirt and waste...stuffs which are making my life and soul heavy..I want you to take them and just get lost from my
life.
You are no one to me now...
Mr Darcy and few others are responsible....!
Goodbye and never ever try to contact with me again!
I welcome winter
I welcome winter with
Warm glove-covered hands and jingly bells of Christmas ....
Like the orange hue mixed with blushy pink resembling the fallen autumn leaves romancing with soil....
Like the coffee stained lips and snow white shade....
Mr Darcy and few others are responsible....!
Like the Arctic bird migrating... Like the warmth of your bug...!!
Sometimes the tilt
Sometimes the tilt towards being staying single till sparks fly and Mr right appears, comes majorly from falling in love with fictional characters and waiting for those characters to turn alive in real life....
Mr Darcy and few others are responsible....!
She was descending down
She was descending down the crystal clear stairs....... With her mind turmoiling with thoughts of flair.......
The daffodils danced far away with the tunes of glory..... Wordsmith tumbled with the abscission of her heart wrencing story.
It's only when the sun sets
It's only when the sun sets that
I go back to the feeling of needle piercing pain in the left corner of my heart...
How you asked me on a date after sunset and more than concentrating on me, you were busy to hide the thing from your friends......
And it's still hid... After so many sunsets....
When you lose someone
When you lose someone
You repent.....
For not being nice always.
For not spending more time and more. For not loving a bit more and more. For not talking more and more. For not bring able to fulfil their wishes.
My 3243 Poem
My 3243 Poem
Wildflowers peeping through heart's crevices.....
Smelling exactly like your luring body odour......
Wildflowers peeping through heart's crevices.....
Smelling exactly like your luring body odour......
From Good morning through
From Good morning through
WhatsApp to Good morning face to
face, waking up together;
dreams turning into reality stayed a dream....
Forever.....
WhatsApp to Good morning face to
face, waking up together;
dreams turning into reality stayed a dream....
Forever.....
20 WORDS POEM ON 'DEMON'
20 WORDS POEM ON 'DEMON'
Ancestral wounds unveiling
whirlpool ghosts-
dancing barefoot with exposed bones.
Tune: black breath.
Assassinated by the blaze of inherent soul.
Ancestral wounds unveiling
whirlpool ghosts-
dancing barefoot with exposed bones.
Tune: black breath.
Assassinated by the blaze of inherent soul.
My 4423 Poem
My 4423 Poem
Bonfires cracking, marmellows turning
yellow... enigma of you
melting generously..
Love locked forever....
Bonfires cracking, marmellows turning
yellow... enigma of you
melting generously..
Love locked forever....
20 WORDS POEM ON 'DEMON'
20 WORDS POEM ON 'DEMON'
Ancestral wounds unveiling
whirlpool ghosts-
dancing barefoot with exposed bones.
Tune: black breath.
Assassinated by the blaze of inherent soul.
Ancestral wounds unveiling
whirlpool ghosts-
dancing barefoot with exposed bones.
Tune: black breath.
Assassinated by the blaze of inherent soul.
Sleep in 11 Words
Sleep in 11 Words
Worldly serenity congregating.....
Emotions bubblings....
Eyes, mind and soul- most thankful....
Worldly serenity congregating.....
Emotions bubblings....
Eyes, mind and soul- most thankful....
Ghosts of Pasts
Ghosts of Past
Crawl up from my toe nails to hair tips...engulfing my identity... My very existence shunned by shadow- less tendrils squeezing out my regrets and drowning me with chemicals of despair oozing out through my fragile ice cold skin.
Crawl up from my toe nails to hair tips...engulfing my identity... My very existence shunned by shadow- less tendrils squeezing out my regrets and drowning me with chemicals of despair oozing out through my fragile ice cold skin.
If I have a child
If I have a child, I'll teach them
To never ever bow down in front of fake pride.. To always stand with truth even if that mean to go against the tide...
To always speak what's there in heart... To always be kind to poor, animals and birds.... To always respect elders....
To always do what he/she loves and to always love what he/she does....
And most importantly, To enjoy the gift of God.. 'Life'.
Blue is the colour
Blue is the colour of
I am writing about you..playing with words ignoring the midnight blues by going over and over again on your confession of foreverness. The blue hydrangeas standing patiently together in my crystal vase, spreading aesthetism. The colour of my skin has turned blue due to asphyxiation from your capture of my heart and soul.
The blue jeans perfectly hung to get dried. The blueberry pie my mother just made, surving it with dollop of blueberry jelly.
The blue sky which acts as my blanket during afternoon siesta.
The bluish eyewear just perfectly amplifying your face chisel and perfectly increasing my heart beat.
My Top 3 Books of 2019
My Top 3 Books of 2019
1. ABC Murders- Agatha Christie 2. Sweet Little Lies - Caz Frear 3. The Girl on the Train - Paula Hawkins There are many more though...!
1. ABC Murders- Agatha Christie 2. Sweet Little Lies - Caz Frear 3. The Girl on the Train - Paula Hawkins There are many more though...!
Infinite darkness
Infinite darkness hold me up with delicate hands
and tuck me in bed.
With moonlight coming to kiss goodnight, your tremor touches create butterflies...
Stars urging to get drowned in dreams
yet
Embers of hope firming my stay in reality.
Pearl petals
Pearl petals radiating stardust... Honey bees bumbling..
Savouring was never more exquisite..
Time sucking away grandeur,
withering became inevitable.. Buzzing hushed
Arena left audience-less,
Crumpled petals remained as leftovers.
Your aura once kept me in ceaseless splendour... Time savoured the feelings...
Now it's void-
with only melancholy as company..
If you forget-
I
I will forget you too......
Goosebumps gently
Goosebumps gently carassing my skin.. Ripples travelling all the way to thumping
pump...
Mist swirling up to lacrimal
Disdained gravity
Sadness sinking in pools
Chiasma of emotions congregating
At the end
Your warm thawing made all the difference....
Leave me
Leave me like the darkest of clouds leaves the
burden of aqua bodies...
Leave me like the tear, rolling down through the crevices of facial structure from the lacrimal
gland...
Leave me like the bonfire ash..flying up and above to the heaven carrying uncountable wishes...
Leave me like the sweetest aroma..rising from the brim of a cup of hot chocolate..carrying the news of epitome satisfaction... Leave me....to spread happiness...both inside and outside....!!
Noises attract me
Noises attract me, attract me to the extend of rousing my
anger-
My voice crossed the audible level
When YOU CAME- and my world changed.
Ever thought- How visuals change, but you stay? How the night becomes day and how the dawn becomes dusk? How the yellow leaves fall and mix with the soul and how new
leaves grow?
Ever thought- How wintery snow changes to spring blossoms and how rainy sky transforms to a smiling autumn? How my thoughts string together meaningless words to create an understandable sentence? How the ephemeral smile of a stranger lights up the fireflies in my heart? How stargazing from rooftop creates ripples to every inch of my skin? Ever thought- How a deserted road directs me to destination? How your presence makes everything magical?
But,
I am sure- you must have thought-
How your touch kiss my soul and transform me to eternity. How your sound brings me wanderlust.
They came
They came.
Surrounding me like tendrils, telescoping my thoughts
together,
they poured out their own dreams blocking my liquid sunlight. My soul turned colder every second, barefoot walking lost silence, tantalizing my destination showing mirage.
The ruminating thoughts of past sins forming a skyscraper
in the open space of my future castle. Voices of different tones, pitches growing on me like the petrified leaves. Wolves of elapsed seconds showing ugly, sharp teeth oozing out blood from my veins.
I am trapped in the myriad of unheard voices- Like a helpless food stuck in the spider's web.
Flowers
Flowers on the walls of the souls withering with each waning hour.
Sucking away all the colours,
it is leaving behind numb cadavers.
Time to cut the trap, time to appreciate the beauty of fragmentary paths,
time to put indolence on the throne, time to kill audacity.
Loosing anchors with the world never had the sweetness as of today.
Empty, vacant avenues never aroused exhilaration,
anticipation.
Moment to bring back the butterflies of enchantment, Moment to appreciate the images of our ISOLATED
SELVES.
My 434 Poem
My 434 Poem
Under the stars, sitting hand in hand Eyes glistening with love.
Under the stars, sitting hand in hand Eyes glistening with love.
Broken mirror
Broken mirror still shows reflection; Proving that real beauty is constant, irrespective
of scars.
Fireflies
Fireflies were rummaging above my head - with the darkness all over
they acted as my sunlight.
My crystalline tears
were glowing,
making my emptiness visible to the world.
I tried to untangle the wires- the wires which had bruised and damaged my happiness,
the wires which had stained my heart.
I longed to remember the lyrics of the self love song-
the song which would encapsulate my shivering silhouette,
the song which would
be my barmecidal ecstasy,
the song which would
make me believe
miniscule flashings can tarnish
an everlasting darkness.
The fireflies kept on rummaging above my head-
Dancing in the dark.
Celebrating freedom.
I captured
I captured your everlasting beauty on the white pages
with my well versed fingers fossilising them in amber preserving them for the time when your eyes would radiate pain, your teeth will echo sound
and when your memory will strife to remember my name.
I eat sunshine
I eat sunshine then I spill out alphabets. My well versed fingers sew them gently to form poetry.
I gulp romance, in excess and vomit it through my tears.... uncontrollable tears.
I have lost the switch which turns on-off the heart. I fall in love, but I don't know how to fall out of it.
Worrying runs in my blood. Cut my heart and you will find all the alphabets swimming and forming the word perfectly. It sleeps with me, wakes up with me, was born with me, maybe will die with me..
I sing happy- wednesday songs wearing paper flowers on my hair. I wrap up in moonshine and let the stars play with my senses. I swallow my introvert heart everyday and I conclude I have a good digestive system. Alone-time was never acidic or alkaline; just perfect pH.
Beautiful endings crumble my soul like an unwanted paper and remains creased up long after another beautiful beginning. Unbalanced centrifuges drive me crazy, so does unbalanced talks. Talk about Pluto, Corona, Hell, Dodo, Depression, 1st Love, Bird poop- but not about at which career peak I am standing. Ki korchis ajkal, chakri na onno kichu? " Remember, unbalance leads to permanent damage, both to the centrifuge and to our relation.
I was sitting
I was sitting by the window and I suddenly felt something was different. Or maybe somethings. The birds didn't chirp loudly as before. They felt they are audible enough now that the cars have stopped honking or the planes have stopped buzzing. They started to become more visible than usual, maybe because they felt pity for the humans or confused for the very existence of humans and longed to make their presence felt. Humans must not forget they exist. So what they can't poop on your head or your shirt when you are hurrying, they can still visit you and wake you up beautifully with their perfectly tuned voice. They exist. With you. With us. I felt the trees have become more green maybe to attract your attention and to say that beneath the thick layer of ugliness aka dust, they are green or beautiful. Come on even they know humans can't reject 'beautiful and attractive' things. I felt the rain splashed on my window in a calm way, enough to soothe my, your, our soul. I don't know why, but maybe to remind the dejected humans that nature still loves them, nature still cares for them. Maybe.
I was sitting by the window and I suddenly felt somethings different.
You don't find
You don't find her in the pages of romantic novels, but in mythology books, fighting to keep her own territory.
You don't find her in twinkling stars, but on dusty paths busy plucking the sun rays to rewrite their destination. You don't find her in flying birds, but in the wings and minds of a caged bird- trying out for the sky. You don't find her in crowded beaches, but on forgotten, empty roads ready to find a way to light.
You don't find her in fierce sunlight, but in dimmed moonlight painting vivid dreams.
You don't find her in sunflower field, but in between broken stems, creating a new world.
You don't find her in the melody of wnd chimes, but in the tunes of grief and despair.
You don't find her in random chatterings, but on frozen leaves waiting for the spring scent to get enveloped.
You will never find her in bright pages amidst love poems, but you may find her in crumpled up pages, visualising the creation of a masterpiece.
The wind
The wind blew tenderly desolated for being invisible only not knowing
that the leaves sway with her just to show his presence.
I want
I want to stargaze and dive to see the fishes play in the Great Barrier Reef I want to get lost in a forest for 2 days with you and see the aurora
I want to fly like the albatross and dance like the wind
I want to read, write, eat cakes and chocolates I want to laugh with my family and worship God I want to enjoy the warmth of the blanket with you I want to scream, shout express my true feelings I want to love, to be loved I want to feel alive.
tail headed poem
tail headed poem
With the thought of being happy. Happy self giving birth to sadness. Sadness playing with suffering. Suffering washing out peace. Peace running after pleasure. Pleasure tightly holding onto luxury. Luxury lacking rest. Rest disappearing due to competition. Competition killing confidence. Confidence finding solace in belief. Belief awakening spirit. Spirit bring back happy souls.
With the thought of being happy. Happy self giving birth to sadness. Sadness playing with suffering. Suffering washing out peace. Peace running after pleasure. Pleasure tightly holding onto luxury. Luxury lacking rest. Rest disappearing due to competition. Competition killing confidence. Confidence finding solace in belief. Belief awakening spirit. Spirit bring back happy souls.
It's arrival
It's arrival was anticipated Fingers started countdown
Heart started panic, tongue started prayer
Tick tock tick tock
It came in dancing with rage
In came rain and gusty winds
Finally tired, it left
Leaving behind empty ribcages, lifeless eyes and swaying humanity. Hollow doors floated
Utensils clanked
Uprooted roots sucked away grennary and movement Shelters swimming and windows reduced to pieces Food a dream, life a doubt
Nightmare metamorphosed into reality
Home now squashed under mud
Soul now squashed under darkness
Yet it could not murder
Hope and grit.
Humans are tough Always are
Always will be.
Perspective changes
Perspective changes everything
A rough surface having too much friction is not much helpful while you are dancing while a smooth surface having too less friction is not much helpful while you are walking.
Running after metaphors
Running after metaphors the whole day, I end up sleeping with words which emanate putrid smells and reflect the vision of burnt photographs.
With all my warmth taken when needed, I now live life alone like an ignored fireplace on a warm summer afternoon.
Your raspberry
Your raspberry melody crashes my shore of skin with
buttered ripples.
Galaxy of enchantment sweeps me off when my eyes rest on your rainbow spilled dimples.
Guitar strings start ballerina to the rhythm of our cupcake kisses with your coffee stained lips. My stubborn scars shine like diamonds and I glow up in the visuals of your glimpse.
You make me begin my existence every morning with a downpour of butterflies and colourful rainbows effortlessly.
I will be the moon to your Earth and revolve my life around you for eternity.
A TO Z
A TO Z
Adamant Beings Could Defy Easily Fear (of) Ghostly Houses, Intruding Jellyfishes, Killer Lame Men, Nostalgic Outrageous Prisoners, Queer Radiant Scents, Troublesome Ultra Voracious Wasps, (and) Xenophobic's Yellow Zapper.
Adamant Beings Could Defy Easily Fear (of) Ghostly Houses, Intruding Jellyfishes, Killer Lame Men, Nostalgic Outrageous Prisoners, Queer Radiant Scents, Troublesome Ultra Voracious Wasps, (and) Xenophobic's Yellow Zapper.
you bring
you bring all the stars. I ask for a brick, you build me a home. I ask for a drop, you bring me the ocean. I ask for a leaf, you bring me the forest.
I ask for your love, you give me your soul. And I promise I will keep your soul safe with me...forever.
Recipe for a happy heart
Recipe for a happy heart
Favourite dress/ Personalised playlist on repeat/ Combing and styling hair/ Doing makeup/Walking barefoot on grass/ Playing with rain/ Feeding animals/ Favourite book/ Cup of coffee/ Write/ Sing/ Dance/ Smell the nature/Love unconditionally/Cuddling soft toys/Travel/ LIVE
DO WHAT YOU LOVE IRRESPECTIVE OF WHAT THE SOCIETY
THINKS.
LIGHT
LIGHT
How much is too much?/ Twist it and turn it/ Doesn't matter/ Law of Physics never fails in front of the mustard and green eyes of canopy/ You wake up and pull the curtains/Vit D blocked /Artificial?/ You switch on the lampshade I gifted years ago/ When we were together/ Pluck in the earphone/ YouTube - BTS - Lights/ Song ends /DNA starts /Remember Biology now?/ Remember sunflower dies without Sunlight?/ Push back the curtain/ No amount of light is too much until it keeps you alive/ and calm.
How much is too much?/ Twist it and turn it/ Doesn't matter/ Law of Physics never fails in front of the mustard and green eyes of canopy/ You wake up and pull the curtains/Vit D blocked /Artificial?/ You switch on the lampshade I gifted years ago/ When we were together/ Pluck in the earphone/ YouTube - BTS - Lights/ Song ends /DNA starts /Remember Biology now?/ Remember sunflower dies without Sunlight?/ Push back the curtain/ No amount of light is too much until it keeps you alive/ and calm.
We met
We met, I fell weak for him, he started the 1st conversation, late night talks, I started to believe him, I fell in love with him, we exchanged our feelings, 1st date, breakup....
Even though it have had shattered me...its still my favourite mistake... To believe someone....
What is that thing
"What is that thing which you cannot
paint?"
"Stars"
"You don't need to paint them to keep them with you forever. You have them inside your eyes."
Let the ocean waves
Let the ocean waves cuddle with each
other and watch the moon shine on their
surface every night together.
