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

“The ‘Mystery Blogger Award’ ,an award for amazing bloggers with ingenious posts.Their blog not only captivates; it inspires and motivates. They are one of the best out there and they deserve every recognition they get. This award is also for bloggers who find fun and inspiration in blogging and they do it with so much love and passion” – by the creator of this award https://okotoenigma.wordpress.com/  https://okotoenigma.wordpress.com/

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

The Uninvited Guests

Pic source: pintrest

Where on earth am I safe?Where? Those eyes staring at me constantly as if I am walking naked. I think their mind has become a dress scanner. Such is their looks. Girls its high time we visit a smithy and construct an Iron Woman outfit or Is this the reason why many girls choose boys’ attires. Well may be.   

We are little kids until our periods visits us.Our bodily transformation begins. Period days and  the stomach aches that lasts for hours.Your breast begins to develop and gets perky and the initial phase of course is painul. We start getting conscious and we are taught to be careful.

 While we are on this transformative phase,even the neighbourhood and the street eyes looks at us differently. Officially no more kids. Those sanitary napkins inside your mothers’ secret lockers,bras,now occupies your space.

When walking down the street. I heard for the first time the special sound,they made with their tongue.They whistled while carefully speculating our back.We now meet eve teasers and we are taught to ignore.

Pic source: pintrest
While   walking down the usual path,the sound of a motorbike,two guys,one grabs my boobs and shooo the bike vanishes.The society remembers me.

I reject someone and the psychopath comes throws acid on my face,shooo the criminals vanishes. The society will never forget me.

Again this is not enough,one day they grabbed me; a hundred licentious eyes and hands their mouth salivating as they clenched my arms and feets,their claws tearing my soft clothes and flesh,one by one they raped me,inserted foreign objects inside my vagina. My body bruised and blood dripping. But shoooo the rapists vanishes. The country will never forget my name.

But does anyone remember any assualters,molesters, rapists? Their names? The place where they belong? 

Yes! I am afraid of the dark,of those nocturnal eyes and hands ,of those ghastly beasts who haunts our bodies and enjoy our pain.
Where on Earth are we safe? Very recently I received a message from an unknown person in Facebook asking me to indulge in a sex chat with him.Very instantly I had to block that person.

Even in the virtual world these dirty minds craves for sex.

A few months back. We were inside a three wheeled vehicle and an old man who was seated in front of us. He looked at us and after a while put his hand inside his pant. At first we thought may be he was uncomfortable but no he kept on reapeating that a couple of times touching his private part and putting his fingers inside his mouth. That was gross and we were about to get out from the vechile but fortunately he left .

Thousands of cyber crimes,rapes take place every single day and many cases are not even reported.

pic source :google.pintrest
 Sometimes it is outside your home and sometimes it is inside your home and neighbourhood. It is usually the victims who are blamed by the society. Her dress was short, she was alone, she walked during night,she had a bad character, she had many past relationships,may be she was a call girl,she was friendly and open with guys and so on.

Source:google
 Thousands fingers pointing towards the victim and the voice crying for help is just silenced. But the fault lies not in the girls or in her dress or in her character but in those shameless eyes that are naked and distorted ,that lacks good food and nutrition. Thereby effecting the entire mind making their body abnormal. If we are proud to be the the citizens of a land that is rich with temples and cultures we have much more reason to be ashamed of because thousand minds are getting distorted in a peculiar way thus defaming the whole nation and the human civilisation.

These uninvited guests are present in every street corners and the very recent Bengaluru Molestation incident baffled the whole country. How long! How long! Will the girls have  to live their life in fears? How long will they have to stay indoors? How long?

Our country India is blessed with rich cultures, the land of Gods and Goddesses. In every house we have these miniature Goddesses- Parvati,Laxmi,Saraswati,Durga,Kali and so many that we can hardly remember each names and every year we celebrate the festivals, Kali Puja, Saraswati Puja (prayers offering to these special Goddesses or Mothers/Ma).

The picture below which I received in  Whatsapp perfectly describes the present scenario.

Source:google/whatsapp
We all have these questions. Are they people like you and us? Are they human?Are they really men of flesh and blood?

Were they born from a mother’s womb? Those boobs that they sexualise now. Were they not fed by their mothers’ breast? Were they not inside their mothers womb for nine months and were they not born out from a labour pain? Didn’t they cry for the first time as their heads came out of theirs mothers’ vagina,covered in her blood while that umbelical cord still connecting them? I doubt those people were never breast feeded by their mothers. They were never connected to Mothers’ because that female body is the first known part to every men and women when they first step into an alien world.And the same body they now sexualise and disrespect.

Yes,it is true that thinking separates us from the wild animal kingdom but this intelligence is of no use to those retarted evil minds. Its such a shame that even animals such as them do not exist. There is no such thing as Rape! in their world. Better is an animal than a human.

We have used our intelligence to such an extent that we are the most cultivated advanced being who are ruling the earth and the space. But when these uninvited guests disturbs the peace and purity of an individual,we are in the nadir and not in the zenith of our civilisation.Infinite

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