The Waters

The glimmering silver sand

And the eternal sea shells;

I bend to pick them up

Yearning for everything, to immerse in my hand


They entrance me in their melodious songs

The sea-gull whistling by

With the waters drooling and swishing

I try to join, as my heart longs


The many years that flashed by

The never-ending cries

They all sound a distant dream

As the water, lashes by


Entrancing me with their tranquility

The waves strike the sand

Captivating parts of them with it

Sweep me off, amidst the rushing sea


The exorbitant beauty enticing me like they had never

I longed to see the sun set as the enormity spread

And the shadows envelop the entire earth

While I stand and wish it to be this way forever!

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Title For The "Untitled"!

WOW! As you all obliging readers might be knowing, I need to tell you that I am effusively ecstatic seeing the replies that I've got to solve my dilemma. I had asked you all to give me a suitable title for my previous post, 'Untitled' and so many answers by you left me perplexed.

First of all, I want to thank you all from the bottom of my heart and then, I also want to show you a list of all the titles that I received. If by any chance I have missed out on yours, please inform me and pardon me for the foolishness :P

So here goes:

1. Unfathomable...
2. Koi Mil Gaya
3. 'Pup'py love
4. Abyssal wound
5. Someone's always there?
6. Links to eternity
7. A walk with Bozo
8. Bozo-fied love!
9. Mortal
10. Good things come in small packages.
11. Bundle of Joy
12. Back To Heaven
13. An Affair To Remember
14. A hidden love
15. End of a Beginning
    
16. Midnight Rendezvous
17. Good things don't last longer
18. A joy, a tear
19. Memories remains always...
20. What really hurts
21. A dog's ticket to heaven
22. Ticket To Heaven
23. Im-mortal!
24. Hidden Love - Hidden Sorrow
25. The Pain of Love
26. Shattered Dreams
27. My Friend, Bozo
28. My Secret Love - My Secret Sorrow
29. Memories of Bozo
30. Friend's Forever
31. Forever Friend's
32. My Secret Friend; My Secret Sorrow
33. My Secret Joy - My Secret Sorrow
34. The Pain of Love
35. Forever In My Heart
36. My Eternal Friend
37. The Joy, the Sorrow of My Heart: Bozo!
38. Angel?-Thy Name is Bozo
39. He Loved me too, but..
40. Cat's Meow!
41. A Funny Thing Happened Last Night And I Couldn't Study For My Exam This Morning Mrs. Teacher"
42. The smiling moon
43. Meghna's Motivational Journey
44. Meghna's Mysteries of Life
45. Meghna's Time In a Bottle
46. Journey through Meghna's Life
47. Sorrow Unleashed
48. Bozo and I in Paradise Dream
49. See you in Paradise, my friend!
50. For my Love for Bozo
51. Bozo
    

Ahaaa….isn't it an enormous list? (eekss….my exaggeration, long would've been better….enormous looks as if it's touching the moon or something!)

Now tell me, what do I do? I think it would have been tons easier if I had found a title on my own rather than sifting through such lovely titles. All of them a totally wonderful and far more than difficult to select one!

So now, I had to decide upon one so finally after a lot of headaches to choose one, I decided to go with my title as :-

The Pain Of Love- suggested by Don.

Thanks a lot dear Don…..really liked this loads!!

But I also liked two other titles which I'd certainly like to mention. One of them is Midnight Rendezvous by Sameera di and End Of A Beginning by Divi di....thanks a lot to both di's.....Sameera di always writes such beautiful pieces that I knew she'd suggest a good one and Divi di was too good too :)

Thanks you once again Don aka I'm A Lover Of Childrens Literature, for that wonderful title.

As to all others- Anand, Rahul, Aayu, Anu, Lena, Vandita, Rajesh, Sourish bhaiya, Solitaire, Manic, Sach, Phosgene kidd, Shrav, Pratap, Aravind, CN,Robin, Mishra, Guy, Angel, all others of my StumbleUpon and BlogCatalog friends and everyone who helped me but I've missed out on their names.....

This has certainly touched my heart, so I decided to try and write stories based on some of these titles now.....And I hope to be out with one soon...

Until then, accept this grateful thanks and keep reading....please neglect this hasty goodbye or I won't be able to write again, looking at the burning red eyes of mom....BYE....ooooffff.....

Untitled

Dhak….dhak….grrrr…A noise penetrated my dreams. They shattered those lovely views that I was having, but I knew it was no time to grumble. Instead, my thoughts bloomed with cherished ecstaticness. I knew it was time…..

I looked towards the window and then glanced at the alarm clock. The numerals in it shimmered in the velvety moonlight. My eyes inadvertently registered the time which said 1AM. I knew I had 5 hours to wake up before going to school.

I looked out to see the curtains fluttering and strong gusts of wind infiltrated my room. They swept past me, into the corridor……and carried me off with them. I opened the door and then went down. I knew he was there, patiently waiting for me….

With eager steps, I bounded down the stairways, I had always been looking forward to this. Today was our turn, turn to live life immortaly and enjoy for eternity in each other’s company.

As my altitude lowered, I heard the eager yapping….yes, it was him! My mind filled with unbounding pleasure and I ran as if there were wings on my legs. And he ran…..bounding towards me like crazy. Before I could touch him, he leaped upon me and licked…..licked and….licked….

I let him do that happily, enjoying the dampness of my face. When he let go, I dearly fondled my sweet Bozo. His mom had died due to illness while giving birth to him. I remembered those seepless nights, with tear stained morning and days. But then, he came as an angel and renewed the zest and vigor in me….

There were four of them, Bozo, Lolo, Titi and Momo. Titi, Momo and Lolo had already been given away as my family feared that they too would contain the same illness that their mom had. But Bozo, he was the one who stole me heart. He looked at me with those brown mesmerizing eyes which yearned for love, affection….for care.

And I had….had it all that he wanted. I was determined not to loose him. I stole him away the night he was born, for I did not want anyone to know. I hid him in every possible place. In the attic, at times in my bathroom, my huge drawer would also do the job sometimes.

My parents did not know, nor did my brother understand. I had hid him like this until for a week, when his mom started accessing my dreams again. Those long walks with her, under the bright sunshine, bathing both of us in her love and warmth, fiddled inside my head. I knew it was a sign….a sign….so I knew I had to do this. My parents had lovingly made me understand that these pups carried their mothers diseases which was communicable to humans, but I knew my Bozo was fine and he was mine…..so I did not tell them or let my Bozo go.

I held his leash with all my strength and tried to stop the tears which, followed me. They flowed….flowed and stained my face. But I did not care….I knew I had Bozo; he licked my face again and wiped those stains and blots with his love. I carried him down the street….running along with him for miles….and them we reached the river, I saw it silently tanning itself in the yielding moonbeam and stood along with it. Bozo stopped too, enjoying himself by merely staring at my face. I stared back, with equal love, zest and vigor.

Then I looked one last time, at the smiling moon who I knew was silently muttering wishes for the two of us. I then turned back, Bozo fleeing in front again….he flew with such unexpected force that I lost control of the leash. As I silently let it slip, I saw Bozo turning back and looking at me with a smile….his last smile….as a drunken driver, smashed his car over him and shattered my happiness.…all dreams that I had….I fell down, wishing I were immortal…..just like him!

Okay.....so now I'm done with this story but guess what? I really cannot find a suitable title for the story after boggling my head for an hour or so....So I decided it was time for my readers to participate too, and what you've got to do is fairly simple....

JUST GIVE ME A SUITABLE HEADING FOR THE ABOVE STORY....and the one I like best will be linked to her/his blog and her/his title will be my title too....so go on....try your luck and strangle your grey brain cells :)

Update:- The Title for the story now stands as- The Pain Of Love suggested by Don.

Please see the post 'Title For The Untitled'.

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A Mere 17 Inch Horse!

So here's this really interesting news that I stumbled upon…a mere 17 inch horse! See for yourself in the picture! The world's smallest horse. A miniature dwarf!

The authorities have christened her Thumbeline (really cute….you know why!) and she has been reported as the world's official most shortest horse. The real Thumelina was born on an American farm to a couple who specialize in breeding miniature horses.

Now she is so small and so cute you could hold her in your hands and breed her like little puppies (Pet lovers and puppy crazy…I see you heart go BOOM! he…he..).

Horses usually weight about 250lb and rise to a height of 34 inches when they are fully grown. But for Thumbelina, it's a different story. Ever since she was born, she the day she was born it was clear that tiny Thumbelina would never grow to that size. She weighed in at only 8lb - the size of a new-born baby - when she was born. Eventually she grew to just 60 lb.

People are enthralled by her and she is a show stopper in her hometown, America. She has been affected by a horse disease called Dwarfism. Her owners, the Goessling family in Goose Creek farm in St. Louis, are in awe of her. They say she likes to hang out with the cocker spaniels rather than the other horses on their 150-acre farm. ( Now that gets me thinking…)

Quoting the family's words, "Because her legs are proportionally smaller than her body and her head, she has to wear orthopaedic fittings to straighten them out a lot of the time."

"But we love her and wouldn't want her any other way," said Michael Goessling, whose parents Kay and Paul bred the miniature horses.

As seen in the picture, the cute little miniature measures or reaches only uptil the shin of horses! You just need to feed her a cup of grain and a handful of hay, served twice a day. Unfortunately, she is expected to live to the age of 17 years only because of her size - normal horses live for about 35 years.

I've done horse-riding once or twice but now I'm going really crazy….I wonder if there is a real human baby too who could ride her…. and you bet you'll catch me there watching that captivating pair…Sigh!…I am always in my dream world :P

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The Battle .....

It was a habitual war. A callous battlefield acclimatized with a multitude of completely fortified warriors all ready to shield. With much zest and fortitude I geared up to take my position. The only thought that occurred in my vigorous mind was that I had to win, and win at all costs!

Effusively equipped, I went to the battlefield, persuading my timorous self and filling it with the essential resilience and valor required. Reconstructing the winning techniques in my mind once again, I was determined and looked forward to my triumph.

As soon as I arrived at the gory battleground, I saw that there was a profuse hoard of people like me, with twinkling eyes, all glimmering with the light of gallantry and boldness while faces sneered at one another. They too, like me, were occupied ammunition and ready for the war to begin. With cold-blooded eyes, we stared at each other….until the war began…..

The scene The Battle changed as soon as the fight began in the swirl of a moment. I was taken aback with the swiftness and alacrity of all the warriors. Like me, they were all experienced too, I realized. It was going to be a remarkable struggle today then…..

All vigilant warriors were ready at the precise moment, the war had begun! It was a never before sight. All others sneered and aimed. I looked for my target and finally caught sight of it. I ran as there were wings on my legs and gained momentum with every step. As soon as I reached my prey, someone else caught hold of it. Nooooo……I cried in dismay but my poise and self-assurance did not fortunately, leave me. I took hold of it as soon as I could. The other one pushed and pulled but certainly, I was mightier and much more indomitable.

I knew I had won, and then I felt it in my senses too, just like any other experienced professional….and I also understood that I was on war with an immature. I locked eyes with her and finally saw her strength wavering. Then….she let go…the victim was for me to keep! I victoriously waved it in the air and gave the poor loser a mocking smile, while the warrior looked down embarrassed.

I carefully handed over my victory trophy at the billing corner. “Your bill ma’am!”, a voice announced. I smiled and handed down the note. I knew the battle at the latest and promising branded fashion store was over and I had won. I The Battlecarried home another new embellishing dress and victoriously declared that I had won the fight at the Summer Discount Bonanza, once again!

Would love to know what you think about this latest battlefield story. This, if you realize (I am certain girls will!) is an unwavering fight you need to go through during every shopping spree you have a good shopping mall offering the Summer Discount!.....a gory ordeal or battle, for the first one to lay your hand upon the best clothes being sold at a low rate, eh?

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Mornings

Mighty as the Sun that shines and the zestful daylight
Opening as the tiny buds that stare up at the kite
Rising forever; never to be doomed
New beginnings and vigorous hours ahead that loomed

Inkling as I write on the paper, the drying ink stares up
Never to be stopped, the mornings revive it all, like a novel tea-cup
Great stars that revitalize the nights shimmered in my eyes
Singing good-bye as the morning hush me awake; demeaning those dying cries!

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The Magical Adventures - 2

Reading your overwhelming response, to the previous part of this adventure, which can be read here.....I decided to post this as soon as possible! And hurray....I am done with it!

Et and I went inside the hall together. As I entered I actually realized it was not a hall but the principal city of the town. There were several shops scattered around in a haphazard way.

Like Et, there were several other Pocket Skyas (as their species is called). I realized the wrinkles here did not mean old age but were natural and attached with birth. The children stood near the parents while toddlers were carried in baskets.

It was a kind of huge bustling market which tempted me to take home a souvenir of this memorable place. But alas! I had no scopas (their currency) with me. Then again, Et came to my rescue. His stout fingers pointed towards the right and I read a blurry name reading Scopa Kanb.

"That is the Kanb (which is called bank on earth) where we store money. I am too wealthy and could happily give you some, Mistress!", he said with a cherishing smile. He bade me to wait where we stood while he took the money and came back in a jiffy.

With nothing to do, I started introspecting the intriguing ambiance. I saw hoards of Pocket Elves buzzing near one shoppe to another. The first shoppe that caught my eye was the Brainia Store. Here they sold human brains of dead people decorated artistically which I learnt the Elves used as home decorations.

I felt yucky and horrible at the thought of it but I was later informed that all humans who came to heaven happily donated their brains and those were decorating artifacts, as humans had no use of it now!

Then I saw another shoppe that said, "Comee Onee Commee All…To The Muckiiii Stallllll". Here the owner sold artistically adorned candles which captivated the viewer. I wondered why it was called mukckiii but later learnt that it was so because when the candle was burnt, it would burst into a huge ball of slickly, mucky liquid which was green and orange in color. This liquid would take strange and weird shapes which would momentarily disappear into the thin air! This, was given to young elves who used it to play pranks!

What mesmerized me the most was the Food Shoppe which sold various types of foamy liquids in a strange bowl. When Et returned, I first asked him to buy me a cup of Cloa-Cloa….the famous dish of Skysi World. As soon as I put it into my mouth, it kind of burst with a loud noise but there were no flames…instead, my mouth tickled it's taste buds with a strange flavor which melted soon but was most delighting. I ate five helpings of the dish but then Et told me that as a precaution to prevent obese elves, a sixth helping would explode the dish into flames…although dearly wanting to..I moved on.

Et smiled at me and lead me to Flora Stall. Here they sold strange purple and green and black flowers which were made of butterfly wings! It was the most pleasing sight I had ever seen. Thousands and thousands of butterfly-winged flowers all stacked together presented a scene that transfixed me.

Et bought me one in black with beautiful white spots and yellow markings. As soon as I held it in my hands and stared thrillingly stared at it for about a minute…the flower suddenly shriveled and the petals fell down on the flower. From these scattered petals emerged a volley of butterfly winged insects about the size of eagles. They circled me and bowed and flew away.

I asked Et what had happened, but instead of an answer I heard my mom calling and telling me that the school bus had already left. I grumbled and sat up at another shattered dream wondering why after all, had she woken me up when the bus had already left.

Then mom said, "Get ready grumpy heart. As you are late, Dad will leave you on the way to office." I ran to the bathroom and while brushing, my hand stumbled past something in my night dress's pocket. It was a Cloa-Cloa but the size of an ant now.............

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The Magical Adventures - 1

Hello to all! I decided it was about time I narrated to you another exciting experience on my magical bed! If you have not read any, you can read it by clicking on the links given at the end of the post.

I eagerly waited to be tucked into my cozy, sweet little bed and snooze away to glory! Then the lights went off and my eyes closed…to embark another fascinating adventure, to have another riveting journey and to add another story to my collection!

At the precise moment that my eyes closed….all went awry beside me and Voila! I was in another world, another place, in another time and away….This time my magic bed decided to send me to the heavenly abode, up above the sky! Yes, As I dreamily glanced around, I was momentarily spell-bound by the entrancing beauty of the ambience.

Wonderful milky and foamy spotless white clouds drifted by me and as I looked down at my feet, I was standing on one myself!

"Welcome to the "Skysi World" madam, where may I take my honor?" a sweet, warm voice with brilliant echoed out of nowhere. I glanced around and eventually realized that the white cloud on which I stood was actually speaking to me.

I faltered and stuttered but finally managed to say, "Wherever you…you..may please. I wish to visit the chief area of this place if you may!".

The voice sounded again but this time as if with an impish grin and a mocking tone,

"Very well. As you say Madam I take you to the "Central Skip-pie Hall" where most of the sky world's hustle bustle is found."

With bated breath I finally embarked on the stimulating journey. Within five minutes, I reached the Hall while trying hard to balance myself during the speedy ride. "Here you go Madam, hope you enjoyed the ride!"

I smiled in appreciation and nodded my head, mouthing a thank-you because words would not utter themselves. As soon as he left, I glanced at a huge majestic castle standing tall and handsome before me. It bewitched me with it's opulence and exotic beauty.

I stood staring at when someone stirred me near the leg. I turned back but found no one. I looked down and LOL! There stood a tiny man, such a miniature being, short enough to fit into my coat pocket.

I bent down on my knees and smiled at the man, the man smiled back and said, "I was just asking you to make way. By the way, are you new here?"

"Oh yes, sure. Yes, I am. And may I know your name please?", I stammered again and replied.

"Welcome here madam. I was christened Etiojarg but people call me Et! I am a magician by profession, madam. Many people do not come here for a trip, so.... may I help you?" he asked in a sing-tone voice.

"ummm…yes…could you make me of your size? You see I come from the earth so I feel too gigantic here and may step upon some of your kind."

"My pleasure ma'am", he replied and took out what looked like a pen except that it had no nib nor cap. He drew something on my foot and the next moment I found myself shrinking and in a next few moments I was the size of the man next to me and could look directly at his face.

I realized that he was old with wrinkles protruding from everywhere. Instead of a mustache, he had cat whiskers on his face. His head as bald and shining as an egg and he wore strange clothes. His entire body was covered with what looked like golden rings…or…I realized he actually had no proper body but he was made of golden rings all intertwined and jumbled together. He wore a weird dress, something like a short robe, which was full of shapes on the top and lines at the bottom with strange vibrant colors I had never seen nor heard of………

I will continue my exciting tale in the next post tomorrow as my mom is calling me right now to complete that unfinished home-work…until then keep waiting with bated breath to know what happened to me!

UPDATE: The story continues here - The magical Adventures-2

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