Addicted

Have I told you

How good it feels

to be me, just me

when I am with you?

If I close my eyes 

Would I miss you again

Perhaps I would...

Maybe it's an addiction

but you're the drug that 

keeps me going.

Sometimes I feel wasted

I have made so many mistakes

But I keep trying, because of you

Every day there is a storm

raging inside my head

when you are not here.

And I miss you all the more...

All I want is you next to me

It feels so wonderful

I have attained my clarity

And everything is now reality

And yes I'm addicted, to you...







Shame

My day is rewarded
commensurate with a great gift
that only you can give me

It's the one that lifts me up
takes me soaring into the skies
it costs you nothing
Your smile and your laugh :)

Yet do you know
it is of immense
value to me?
So much valuable to me...

And I shall reward you
Just not to fly
but the feeling of
soaring high, high into the sky

I will ensure that your
joys will vastly
exceed your desires
and I am not exaggerating

You are my beauty
My sweetie
My honeypot
My sugarpie

I aspire to remain in your heart
You know you might think so
But I never tire of praising
Your amazing beauty, intellect and sexiness

I will keep talking
and boasting of your awesomeness
I will lift, raise your spirits
Till you ask for more :)

Then I will lie at your side
maybe at your feet, my queen
and I will shower you all
delights like you're my new bride

I will fully
and fervently pay full heed
to you, for I have fallen
even more deeply for you

I want to spend all the time
I can get, and all the time
that your highness can spare
at your comfortable bosom.

You know, when we are in
bed together,
your beauty blossoms even more
You become completely free

I have seen you open up like
never before in your life
For I am the man
Who loves and enjoys you baby

Kiss me my sweetest
Hug me tight my darling
Let us make beautiful
passionate love that will shame the Gods







Lapse

The moment 

is almost

past us

Let us not

let it escape

or lapse

The fiery flame

lit within us

the kiss of passion

Between your

red, hot

lips

This feeling

never felt

before

This romantic nuance

never known, never shown

until now

Under the moon's radiance

a glance of your pout

as the wind caresses your hair

Let our heads

tilt their unusual 

stance

Let our eyes

embrace

in the dark night sky

Let us 

embroil ourselves

in this timeless dance

Before time reboots

before things drift

away from our hearts

Let there be rhythm

of one heart

not two

Euphoric melodies

that can't be sung

by anyone other than us

These words 

are not mere lyrics

in a poem

They can be fathomed 

by only you

for it's that tune

That will never cease playing

In my heart

When I'm with you.

The above Poems © Karthik Narayan (Chennai, India)

Image(c)bhmpics.com

You can read more poems here

Eyes

Of all the eyes
That saw my
Poems,
I was looking
For your pair
Of eyes :-)

Did you see?
:-)





He Said

He said
She's one
Hell of a girl

She makes me
Feel like Hell

She said
He's one
Heaven of a man

He makes me
Yearn for heaven

:-)

(Theme: Humour)





Keep Going

Keep going
Keep going
Keep going

Don't stop

What
Not to
Stop?

The way
You keep
Arousing

Don't stop ;-)





Let Me

Let me be
Attached
To my name
In this life
For I don't
Know
What name
Will be
Given
To me
In my
Next life

:-)

(thinking of all those writers, actors, poets, singers, directors, etc who've played their part and left the earth for their heavenly abode; God knows what names they carry now in their new lives if they've again taken rebirth on this earth; for e.g. imagine someone living amongst us and looking with awe at Ghalib or Tagore or Kishore not knowing that he or she was Ghalib / Tagore / Kishore in his or her previous life :-)





Life

Life is
Too short
To hold
Grudges
They say

What about
Those grudges
Which come back
To us, never
Want to
Leave us,
Holding our
Fingers...
Like those children
Who never want to
Go away





Let Me

Let me not
Say that I
Love thee
For I'll
Pollute
The very
Word LOVE
With my
Feelings
Of possessiveness
And jealousy...





First

For the
First time
In so many
Years, I
Really
Feel like
Living...

Why?

'Cause
Death is
So near me
That I really
Feel like living

(thinking of those people who finally realise the value of life towards the fag end of their life which they've taken for granted all their life; now that they really want to live, they realise that it's a tad too late as their time on this earth has been cut short by some fatal illness)

All Poems © Aparna Chatterjee 2014

Image(c)gettyimages.com (courtesy Boloji)

There Was...

There was
This girl
At the
Airport

I kept
Looking
At her

While
Admiring
Her
Divine
Beauty, I
Kept asking
God:
Why didn't You
Make me like her?

(Not only this girl, there are many such girls I've encountered in my life in all sorts of places like schools, colleges, shopping malls, tourist buses, etc and seeing their beauteous looks, I've often asked God, why did He leave me out of His beautiful garden of wonderful women? ;-) Though, it's a miracle that even after 16 years of marriage, my hubby still finds me Beautiful, even though I've never seen myself as beautiful but just Presentable enough. I guess, the difference in our opinion is to do with the perception that beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder; so what I may see as beautiful, others may not and vice-versa. That's a lot of beauty talk for now. Bye for Now, Aparna :-)

Image(c)gettyimages.com (courtesy Boloji)

Today

Today while exchanging our regular weekly news, I heard from my parents that one of our elderly close relations has been diagnosed with Alzheimer's.

After my phone-conversation, I immediately wrote to that relation's son, expressing my deep anguish on hearing this sad news and mentioning about this book that I have in my home, asking him to procure it as soon as possible so that he has all the guidance he needs in coping with his father's tragic illness.

Thought of blogging about it also, so that others who are unaware of this treasure-trove of knowledge pertaining to Alzheimer's, can now access it.

It's called

The 36-Hour Day (Fifth Edition)

available in The Book Depository

http://www.bookdepository.com/36-Hour-Day-Nancy-Mace/9781455521159

and also on Amazon

http://www.amazon.com/36-Hour-Day-Alzheimer-Disease-Dementias/dp/1455521159/ref=sr_1_4?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1408022015&sr=1-4&keywords=The+36-Hour+Day%2C+5th+Edition

It's a Family Guide to Caring for People who have Alzheimer's Disease, Related Dementias, and Memory Loss

Here is what its Blurb says:

When someone in your family suffers from Alzheimer disease or other related memory loss diseases, both you and your loved one face immense challenges. For over thirty years, this book has been the trusted Bible for families affected by dementia disorders. This guide features the latest information on the causes of dementia, managing the early stages of dementia, the prevention of dementia, and finding appropriate living arrangements for the person who has dementia when home care is no longer an option.

This book has the following info:

The basic facts about dementia
How to deal with problems arising in daily care -- meals, exercise, personal hygiene, and safety
How to cope with an impaired person's false ideas, suspicion, anger, and other mood problems
How to get outside help from support groups, friends, and agencies
Financial and legal issues you must address.

If any of your friends or acquaintances have been afflicted by Dementia or Alzheimer's, you can suggest this book to their near 'n' dear ones, so that they are well-prepared to cope with this debilitating disease which robs oneself of precious memories.

That's all I had to share with you for now.

Tk Care,
Aparna

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Love is rare, life is strange, nothing lasts and people change. - Athena Orchard

Romantic

He told me
To be
Romantic
As before

I told him
I've forgotten
How to write
Think and feel
As before






Just

Just like
People
Get so
Used to
Their
Bodies
I'm so
Used to
You, that
Come rain
Or shine,
Pain or
Pleasure,
I want to be
Always with
You...






Blessed

Blessed
Are those
Who want to
Relive their
Childhood,
I don't

Maybe,
Childhood
Was never
A blessing
For me...

(dedicated to those who didn't have a happy childhood)





Political

Some
Writers
Have
Run out of
Ideas to write

Why?

In the
Absence
Of politics
They have
Nothing to
Write ;-)

(thinking of those people who only write on politics, thanks to our politicians, they have plenty to write ;-) and so in this poem, I'm imagining their plight in a world without politics)






Can You?

Can you
Leave
Your
Body
And
Come
To me?

Flights
Are
Pricey :)
You see

Souls
Can
Fly
Thru
The
Air
And
Of course,
It will all be
Free :-)

So,
Can you
Come
Flying
To me?

;-)


Theme could be Travel ;-)






Feedback

How come
Feedback
Is encouraging
People to
Write?

I just
Write
For the
Love of
Writing.

I don't
Need
Any
Feedback
To write ;-)


(my thoughts on some websites wherein readers are being urged to leave comments because it encourages writers)

All The Above Poems © Aparna Chatterjee 2014

Tick-Tock

Tick-Tock
Tick-Tock
Time is
Running
Out,
Telling you
To do your
Best -
Till your
Time...
Also
Runs out

(Here "your time also runs out" means Death)

© Aparna Chatterjee 2014

Image(c)gettyimages.com (courtesy Boloji)

Sightseeing

Seeing
History
I slowly
Realise
That I'm
Also
Becoming
Part of
History





Best

You are
Your
Best
Friend

Nobody
Else
Can be
Your
Best
Friend

As you
Know
Yourself
Best -
From
All of the
Rest :-)

(The 1st Sunday of August is celebrated as Friendship Day, and so I wish all my Blog readers a Happy Friendship Day :)





Life

My son
Was once
Photographed
By me

Now
He's
Grown up
And indulges
In Photography
_________

Theme: Cycle

(based on the maxim - history repeats itself...)

Poem written after observing my 14 year old son clicking snaps in our garden





Working

Come
Rain
Or shine
They keep
Working
All the time

Who?

The builders
Building
Houses of
Yours and
Mine
________

Theme: Labour

(thinking of the daily wage earners in India who keep slogging to build palatial homes, shopping malls and complexes; working day and night, moving from one construction site to another, making those unfinished structures their temporary homes till their completion, and then moving on to build new houses and high-rise buildings. In a way, they are nomads, living a nomadic life, shifting from one building site to another, with no permanent home.)

© Aparna Chatterjee 2014

The sightseeing photo was taken by Rupashri Chatterjee