My newness to u

Let me mislay my newness to you,
Waiting for my dawn all wet dew.
Thy! Hold me tight in yellow fun,
Whole night is not enough to learn.

White makes me feel complete in shy,
Withstand the urge is like to smile bye.
Cry me out for what I am born of then,
All I pet is to singe in your arm’s den..

 I know your soul is painted in me deep,
Both of our heart beats faster at Godspeed.
Sluice with your moan and guide me in you,
Witness my pure feels the heaven’s blue..

Nothing can seize your soul from me ever.
Tears rolled down to salute my neck in rover;
Black has owned the pain from my fortune.
Thou! shall remain mine as Sky own its moon..

GREY Shades

Grey shades- the dark shade of an individual (whether Man or Woman).. comes with a static line "Pleasure in pain".. Might sound very common and nude to us.. But the depth lies whether we realize if we really get pleasure in  pain,i.e if we can project the dark shade at least to ourselves.. Its sound more of sex to 98% of the people, conventionally I should think in the same line..but I feel, it’s the habit we cultivates over the period of time with the norms and values forced on us to feel the pleasure in pain, projecting our true shades to the world.. We, all possess opposite individuality in us; at times Woman feel like a Man and a Man will surely feel like a woman(thatz where the line comes "woman on top") but do we accept that part of our personality..??? I am sure most of us are not even aware of this because we are forced to think in a straight order.. slight deviation will be termed as a "DISORDER".. So, technically its wrong to feel pain in pleasure yet it is hyped to all of us just as overrated SEX in today’s world. If a girl wishes to feel the appetite of physical needs, she is surely to be named as a Mermaid and if a guy urges the same, its his right of being the MAN.. or lets put it in a more framed way: if a guy needs time to think, he shells off completely because he does not want the pleasure in pain that point..wherein a woman will open her heart to the pain then she is too demanding and pushy for a guy..
We can’t pitch off the fact Man will always demand the pain from a Woman; that’s why woman feels the pain while losing her virginity and a Man enjoys that pain in her body and soul(which I would not say is incorrect, it is made that way).. but what if a Woman wishes to express her demands the same..She would be termed as Mermaid or Over sexually active individual.. To be precise, it’s the Ego of a Man that lies in the Gardener.. It all about satisfying their comfort of room(internally or externally).. How many of Guys do actually not think in that way..?? 90% of guys would deny this..and if, they travel in that road, they feel like a Woman within themselves which crushes their EGO.. Because, it’s very difficult for a man to withstand her eternal pleasure seeking depth..
If a woman falls in love with a ugly Man, majority crowd thinks, she might have ran after his status/money, even the man, himself doubts his ability to make a Woman falling love with him;Reason; he feels it’s all about his gardener and not his Pure(may be)heart.. and unfortunately, if she falls in love a good looking guy.. Then God can mercy her..she would be reminded time and again, that they make the "BEST COUPLE"(indirectly pointing at his beauty at the best of his gardener, which he consciously never realize).. I know, all the guys would not agree to what I write..but sneak through the inner body to realize that’s the fact of life.. In this case, it becomes Pleasure in Pleasure.. Pain is completely eliminated from a Man’s vocabulary..
According to a man, a woman can never give second thought as biologically she produces one egg at one time.. for their EGO satisfaction, we don’t possess the right to rethink.. The pride privilege is for Man (biologically polygamous ).. They can rethink and effectively produces millions of sperm counts in their one shot (the very feeling makes them feel THE MAN).. They have the birth right to hurt woman as many times they want.. Time and again, they takes pleasure to give pain to woman… Now this is “Pleasure in Pain”-“Dark shade of a Man”..But a Woman cannot hurt a Man more than once..Or she will be named a Heartless Bitch.. Let’s not forget the line woman hardly die of heart attack which is usually quoted by man.. But they forget..Woman has one heart and believes in lending to one Man of her life just like she produces one Egg at a time...but Man, on contrary.. They would have multiple spare heart shelves.. Keep replacing with the woman they feel can replace with climbling pleasures everytime they replaces.. which slowly with time can’t take the pressure of pleasure of so many woman and finally ends with a HEART ATTACK!!!!!!
Its not about Woman being the nicest in this planet.. even they have grey shades.. yet their projection of Grey shades comes with the dew drops.. and in case of Man, it comes with white drops..!!! Its always Man that we conventionally, write in a simple sentence formation.. Even I did THE SAME!!!!!!!!!

Ahura-Living!!

Hey guyz, I am not a writer but the only reason i started this blog is to follow my passion of writing. I hope to touch your heart with my stories. I have been thinking alot whether to start a blog or not. Something or the other goes wrong i don start writing. But today , I an unwell suffering from fever and cold thought of giving a chance to my passion.I love writing poems and some times stories. when i was a kid i used to cook up stories.My stories never ended just like hanuman's tail in ramayan. One of the sweetest story tat i cooked bou my father was he was swimming in the Arabian sea and all of a sudden a blue whale came and gulped him. Everyone with a surprising face asked," tar por ki holo", means wat happened next, just simply smiled and said are, my dad carried a pin( as if he had an intuition tat he would be gulfed by an whale) which he used to poke through the whale and came out.  Everyone started clapping and I felt great with that BLUFF STORY. I felt as if I have achieved something, I was that stupid, I din understand tat they were clapping at my foolishness. But given a thought,was tat a foolishness???, naayyy!! tat was an art of making up an stories. That slowly died with time but again if there is a talent in u, it will come out. So again i started to jolt down and I am glad that i shall share it with u all. I am very lazy and I might be very much in writing everyday but I shall try to continue to write and touch your heart.

I will start with a story about a girl named Ahura who has struggled all her life to achieve something or the other. Every time, she sees her fortune sitting at her nose tips, one small blink of eyes, remains are ashes of sorrow and hardship. However she gets what she wants in her life. This character came to my mind when i was in class 8, though i din know how to portray her in words. Now i know what she would be like. Now question pops in your mind how the hell in the face of the world, I thought of a name AHURA, (means LIVING). Ahura is a survivor in each and every steps of her life she survived with a pretty smile.Its an Egyptian name. I believe Egyptian girl are the most beautiful girl in the world, so does Ahura. Here it goes:-

          

Ahura is today's girl, wat does tat mean. Well, does it means she can date 3 guys at a time or she can make any guy cry for her in the bed or does it mean she feels successful but lonely inside.All these will be clear and transparent as we proceed further. 

Ahura was born in a small town of Nagaland, Dimapur. She is a complete drama, while her mother was in a labour she was so stubborn she din wanna experience the outer world. she made her mother wait for a long time before she poped out. Her mother, Tara was in lot pain as she was just 17 yrs old. 17yrssssssss how come, when did her parents get married. here it unfolds another story. Her father was a very brilliant student from Northeast, Scholar, Mathematians, pysician watever name can be given to him is less. Her father's name was Jeevan. Jeevan had 7 odd brothers comprising of a huge family. They were basically refugee from bangladesh as they flew from there during the war of 1972. Jeevan was 3^rd son in his family and were middle low class family. Jeevan struggle all his life to get something. Even an egg was divided into four piece and eaten by 8 brothers. They  used to use white chalk and black borad to do their rough works and study under kerosene oil. They never complained a bit to their parents. Jeevan’s 5 brother was also and genius in studies, he was gold medalist in mathematics. Jeevan never had a sister. He missed the Bhaiphota  or Rakhi. He always wanted his first child to be a girl. Though Jeevan was very intelligent he never studied and never aspired to do something in life. However, he cleared his naval entrance exam but due to his eye sight he could not get admitted, he also cleared his medical entrance but due to funds he never could become a doctor.

He was heartbroken but dint utter a word to his parents, completed his graduation and became a teacher later he cleared his bank test and became a cashier.

That was the time, when he met this very beautiful gal name Tara. Tara was just 15 years old. She has just began to understand the real beauty of the world.

Her beauty was extra ordinary. She was as fair as milk and her eyes could make a hole in your heart. Her cheeks are made of rose petals and her eyebrows are made of sunflower. When she opens her hair seemz, days have ended and night has begun. A small breeze through her hair, makes them rhyme with the wind and the time stops for a moment. When she walked, everyone’s heart beat stopped. If she would smile, atleast one man would die for her. She was tat beautiful. Everything about her so beautiful tat even cupid would want her to his forever.

She was the most beautiful women on the Earth. Tara were 5 brothers and sisters.Her elder Pritam, was a nice farmer, her second brother,named Krishna was very clever and always plays prank around every other gal however never misses a single glance over Tara. Third brother was a drunker, all he knew was to drink and create chaos around the village. Her Sister, Seema was always scared and never used to come out of her room. Seema is just after Pritam but her moves was like a kid. Tara was the youngest and the most beloved of their father.Her father chose her name as Tara(meas Start) as her beauty was equivalent to the stars. She was overprotected by his brothers and was not allowed to showcase her beauty. Once, she and her friend Parul went bathe to a near river. She din no that she was being watched by her 2^nd bro Krishna. There was this guy name Ashu, who came to talk to her and express that how much he loved her and wanted to marry to her.  Ashu said, “Tara, I love u, please marry me”. Tara replied,” Are u crazy, if my brother sees u and me, he will kill us both.”

“Hey, harami ka baacha (son of a bitch) rukh” someone screamed from behind. As soon as Tara, Parul and Ashu saw that a knife came in the air and hit ashu’s hand. He started to bleed, Tara said(weeping),”run Ashu run, he will kill u otherwise”. Ashu ran from the scene. Krishna came and slept Tara as hard as he could. He hold her hand brought her back home and threw on the floor  and asked “where is father”. Seema replied,” father has gone to market to sell milk” . He locked her in a room and he had beaten her black and blue. Out of pain, Tara cried her heart out but no one came to help her. Her sister ran to save her but Govinda stopped him. Everyone turned deaf, noone came to save her from her cruel brother. After satisfying his anger he left her on the cold floor. Seema stepped in and asked for water. She nodded with a cold shivering body. Seema just glazed her body and recalledonce as white as cloud, now has been inked all over black and blue. Tara eyes was so red as if , it was not tears instead blood was flowing. Seema grabbed her little sister in her arms and started to cry. After sometime, Seema could not see it and just left the room. Tara’s father came and asked for Tara. Before seema could say the truth, Krishna told, “ father I saw, Tara taking bath with a unknown guy, name Ashu. I cant explain her intimacy, shame on us, we have such a sister, so I had beaten her for her good.” Seema could not believe her ears. Their mother who knew the truth didn’t say a word. Tara father dint not react , had his dinner and went off to sleep. During dinner time, seema asked his mom,” I will make a plate for Tara, she must be hungry”

Krishna replied,” I ll make her plate”. He gathered all the waste from every plate to one plate and said,” This is her plate, now give it to her.”  Seema had no choice then follow her elder brother’s order. She entered the room and whispered in her ears, ”Tara, be prepared for more tortures”.

Days passed by, Tara recovered from her wounds. She stopped going out completely. Its was then August 15, when everyone was celebrating Independence day,  early morning 8 am. her friend Parul asked her out for flag hosting. It was the time when Indira Gandhi was the prime minister and she was suppose to visit their village, Halflong. Parul persuaded her and she convinced her brother Krishna that she will see the prime minister and return back home but she allowed only after She cleans the entire house and put a layer of cowdung and mud to level the surface. While doing so, Jeevan who got a job in bank got posted in halflong, happens to see her glance and it took him a second to fall in love with her. He had forgotten that he went to pee in the backyard.

 Tara wore her favorite color yellow salwar with matching bindi and churi. She was looking as pretty as a sunflower. Her beauty was so memerizing that she could make cupid her slave and play with his arrow. Tara and parul reached the place where Indira Gandhi was suppose to come fpr her flag hosting. Well, jeevan saw her and stood just behind her. He wanted to talk to her and could not as it was very noisy. He some how manage to stand by her side but by the time would say something, Prime minister’s helicopter landed and flag hosting ceremony started. With in few mintutes everything was over and she went away.

After that day, Jeevan decided he would marry her and no one else.

Oneday, tara’s mother asked her to get something from the shop. She went out and was walking by the roadside, jeevan saw that from her window, and followed her. HE was searching a moment to talk to her. He followed her till the shop and asked her name. Tara politely told him.” Don’t follow me please”. Her voice tangled his heart in 7 different colours. But tara’s dirty brother saw the scene. When she came back to her house, he again had beaten her black and blue. Parul got to know the situation and went to jeevan.she requested jeevan, not to follow Tara or talk to her otherwise tara brother will kill him and tara both. She  told about Ashu and left the place.

This left with a big question whether he should tell her love go just coz of his brother fears or be enough man to stand by his love and marry her……