DEAR LIFE (never let yourself go)

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The bundled pain might

Prick you

So very bitter and unhealthy

For your heart or for your body.

They might ache more than

The fresh burns you just had

You might apply a band-aid

But that proper medicine

Is an undiscovered priority.

Your closed bedroom,the locked heart

Is all  rusted

Heaps of untold secrets…

Even The silent sobs

Your quilt cannot cover

Neither that door.

Afraid that the sound might

Penetrate

All you are left is with screams.

Screams that are louder than the roars

Still audible only to yours ears.

The nights are more cruel than the days

Your mom may bid you goodnight

But your sleep have boarded  the flight

Leaving you with inevitable depression

A nocturnal animal you have become.

So no one except your dog can understand .

Handcuffed by these inescapable pains

Even your skin have grown pale and purple

Because they have stayed stagnant

Like erupted drops of blood , freshly clotted

Why don’t you let them flow?

Deep within they remain forever cloistered.

Why don’t you let them go?

When it has become that pernicious parasite,

Burning and eating you alive.

Do you simply want to turn into ashes?

like that piece of paper (I see there is something written on it);

or that wood (it provided shelter to many);

or that ragged cloth? that warmed those bare skin.

You might feel like

Befriending that rope

And welcome the untimely death.

But simply perishing away

With a marble tomb behind,

Is not an option to embrace.

Better  embark on this mysterious journey

With the seed of purpose that is yet to grow.

Why be that treacherous villain? a murderer of thy self?

For whom every punishment is worthless.

Look back in time

See how much you have earned. I mean not money

But the glorious wealth of friends and families.

So ending this sweet-salty life is that option

Not even an abandoned on the streets would dare take

Life is so very valuable

Not even that famous Kohinoor can buy
So better dance your pain out

singing  and accepting the rhythm of moments.

Remember how we all have danced

To that childhood rhyme

“Ring A Ring O’Roses

A Pocket Full of Posies

A-Tishoo! A-Tishoo!

We All fall down”

But we all have stood up

Forgetting the falling pains

See the best ailment is to laugh.

So my dear friend

Never fall prey to suicide

Better unstich the rain of pains

That so long have bruised

Your submerged universe.

Unlocking that rusted chambers

Be like that swift  river always flowing,

Undisturbed

From the mountains ,hills

Valleys , deserts and plains

Sometimes meandering

Until they become ocean silent.

Life offers us with million colours of pleasures and pain

And in its varied flavours ,

We  have so much to gain.

-P.R. Continue reading DEAR LIFE (never let yourself go)

Darjeeling is all dazzling with Rhododendrons.

Pic courtesy: .P.R .Every year I am in love with this beauty. Rhododendron arboreum blushing in Mall Road.

See who is blushing?

The luminous beauty,magnificent

She wears no artificiality, 

Reflecting her true self

All we can do is just gaze

The marvellous sight like

Fine paintings of red hearts

Every year its the same time

She is ever ready to meet her groom

The unrivalled beauty

She is forever an untouched bride.

©P.R
Desire

Journey

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Sometimes its about the moon and stars,

Sometimes its all about those little scars.

Sometimes its that little care ,

Sometimes its about the lice in your hair.

Sometimes its meeting strangers far and wide,

Sometimes its about you and me all day and night.

Sometimes its the thoughts disturbing night,

Sometimes its the air calm and quiet.

Sometimes its the splattering rain,

Sometimes its about healing pain.

Sometimes its the secret lies,

Sometimes its that instant smiles.

Sometimes its those musical laugh and cry,

Sometimes its those wound gone far and dry.

Sometimes its about that funny dance,

Sometimes its all about a hundred chance.

Sometimes it is love and kisses,

Sometimes its about those lost wishes.

Sometimes it is that tortured heart,

Sometimes its about stiching the gap.
Days more spent yet thousand awaiting in chains,

Crossing bridges and winding up the narrow lanes.

My whimsical journey is in pursuit of palpable meaning,

Learning alphabets – a, b ,c and d,was just the beginning.

©P.R

Hideout

Hear my  poem by clicking the link below.

https://soundcloud.com/puja-kulung-rai/journey-a-poem-by-p-r-1

101 dear poems

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Once in week she would visit him. For a while her lonliness would fade in the air like the cold thin mist. She would sit beside him like a lost miserable soul. She felt that the gift of life had turned out to be a neverending punishment for her. But when she sat beside him she felt some kind of relief that she knew was brief and momentary. Now as she sat beside him,his presence was very different, she did not feel his warmth anymore. Still she would spend an hour or two,reminiscing about the golden past they had spent together. This definitely brought a smile to her face deepening her few fine wrinkles in the edge of her eyes and lips,slowly wetting her natural cameras that had dearly captured her best moments and now she was staring the tomb underneath it, the soil had already consumed his flesh and what remained was his bones.  In the process of consuming thousand corpses year after year , the soil had lost all its teeth thus unable to chew the hard bones;dry,dirty and hollow ,they remained forever scattered.With a heavy heart she would trim the bunch of Roses and hibiscus,his favourites which she had planted beside him as his eternal friends. And when they blossomed she felt as if he was born again to be with her and she would return home with few sticks and kept them in a glass vass beside her bed until they withered and she would run for him again…..

Glitter

The Mystery Blogger Award

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This is my second award and I hugely thank  Riya Rajayyan http://aestheticgraphy.wordpress.com for nominating me for this amazing award.

 Rules

  1. Put the award logo/image on your blog
  2. List the rules
  3. Thank whoever nominated you and provide a link to their  blog
  4. Mention the creator of the award and provide a link as well
  5. Tell your readers 3 things about yourself
  6. You have to nominate 10-20 people
  7. Notify your nominees by commenting on their blog
  8. Ask your nominees any five questions of your choice; with one weird or funny question (specify)
  9. Share a link to your best post(s)

 3 things about me-

° Well I am a very friendly person who finds preety hard to be comfortable with unfamiliar faces. But once you start opening up I am ready to smile all the day with you.

°I love reading novels and I have so many of them as favourites. And believe me I am very good at imagination. So once when my sister narrated the first part from The chronicles of Narnia and when I later watched the movie I felt like I have already watched it before.

°I love music and watching movies.Without them my life would be old. And to mention another fact about me. I am a very slow kinda person. I don’t know why. I try hard to fast but I cannot be one.Still I am working on being one.

By far my best post  is Wild Women – http://wp.me/p7eCc5-6g ‛Wild Women’ which I wrote dedicating it to all the women of the world,happy for being who they are;celebrating their individuality and difference from men.

My other best posts are-

 Grace Grace – http://wp.me/s7eCc5-grace

The Silence http://wp.me/p7eCc5-4d

The Lost Generation The Lost Generation – http://wp.me/p7eCc5-3H

The Uninvited Guests The Uninvited Guests – http://wp.me/p7eCc5-7I

Here are my nominees-

1.httlp://yourguidedjournals.com

2.https://mariamhyder.wordpress.com/

3.https://theroad2there604.wordpress.com/

4.https://newideasandinspirations.wordpress.com/

5.https://stranger2017.wordpress.com/

6.https://kiranmag.wordpress.com/

7.https://elizarudolf.wordpress.com/

8.https://shewrites170.wordpress.com/

9.https://onestoneaway.com/

10. https://justawrittenthought15.wordpress.com/

  • Apart from blogging , movies and music and talking to friends and families be it face to face or on social media is a common culture of which I am a serious part. Apart from these social activities what I do and love is visiting nearby springs and river. ;listening the morning free new and refreshing  songs of birds singing from the bottlebrush tree in our garden.;watching busy bees flying all day long,attached with raw golden yellow honey. Of course I do not miss the colourful butterflies and the sudden appearance of some amazing insects.
  • And I never miss the marvellous night sight silver queen and her palace studded with golden jewels. I am in love with them since my childhood days.


  • I reside in the very Himalayan region of Darjeeling,considered the QUEEN of HILLS.
  • My ambition is to become a happy writer and to open a library cafe in my home-town provided with homestay facilities.
  • Besides the world tour,I would love to travel to space and see how our home actually looks like.
  • What makes me embarrassed is my elder family members talking about some of my funny childhood incidents making me look like a big fool.

So here are my questions-

1.What is the most unforgettable memory of your life?

2.What is your favourite outdoor game?

3.When and where was the last time you had a get together with your family?

4.What is the most important thing or person in your life?

5.Have you ever slapped a girl or a boy or anyone else ?

Thanks for reading!

Grace

​Gravity never pulled me down

It always lifted me up

That is why

Even when you

Plucked all my feathers

And blood oozed

I could still swim in the air.

This is not the end

They shot me with words

Disturbing my flow

I ate them

Carefully swallowing

As they corroded my throat

But I didn’t think of atom bomb

Instead alchemized

Those words

Into festoons of poems

Showering them with

Soothing songs

Just to heal their soul.

©P.R

This is my first time poetry in voice. I shared the video of this poem,myself reading it and I got a good response from my friends in facebook. With a positive heart,I am sharing this with all my wordpress friends.

Click on the link below to hear me reading my poem

https://youtu.be/oxmSaHeC4Yw

Tremble

"We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect"