Guest Post 'What Women Want?' By Priya

If you can watch a flower bloom, so is a woman.Just as a flower born in this earth, every step of hers (woman) is wanted in many ways. A woman as "SHE" beholds in her to be powerful, strong and trustful. She accepts being a woman and remains to live in the beauty of herself by loving her body, mind and soul.

She takes pride in knowing herself through those mirrors which reflects her wants of acceptance and kindness. She stands tall in every occasion where she has to fight for herself being a girl, education or job or even marriage. She remains an invisible act of tolerance to win the hearts of people to emerge into the society filled with foxes.

She wakes up to think "all that she wants" is a life filled with good people( friends) and not egoistic and demanding which can bring or make her negative towards the society or family. She or Her wants are unlimited, but its the "trust" which she expects in every step of her success. Here trust can also be in the name of "respect" where she aspires to do her roles in a way she likes than over protection or aggressiveness.

Every woman is different, but all woman's wants are special attention, affection, trust in the name of security and her own needs of freedom and solitude in her life as her heart longs and loves to be that way. Wants are so vast even to  fill the gap but its the mind which makes her want to get or go for it. As a woman, her wants can be growing like a flower, who can understand and love her back for who she is than who she will be. Acceptance of being a woman is all what she wants.

Original post has been written by Priya and it can be found here.

Guest Post 'Shooting for the moon' by Poetess

Its been a long time that I have seen stars in the sky,

This thick grey cloud clogging up the city nighttime,

Hiding so cruelly all the precious diamonds in the sky.

Or is it that the cloud is in our minds, fogging brains?

Of materialism, of egos, of cunning, of always wanting more.

A disease permeates our generation—shooting for the moon.

And shoot some people who stand in your way too.

Where friendship is obsolete, its all professional here.

Black coats, black trousers and blacker hearts.

Its been a long time since I saw the sun set over the Ganges

But I still see corpses floating down everyday.

Only this time, its not just decomposed dead bodies.

It is the stench of decaying decadent souls.

The above poem is of my favorite poet-blogger Poetess you can visit her blog Emotions Here.

Guest Post 'Woman' By Priya

She is thrown out, as a piece of paper;
once a beautiful handcrafted piece
carved with love and happiness.

She is thrown out, as a piece of thread;
once woven with silk
to bring the beauty of hers.

She is thrown out, as a piece of wood;
Once bathed with sandal
to enjoy the love of lust.

She is thrown out, as a piece of flesh;
once tangled with silent cries
and a petal full of dreams.

She is thrown out, as a piece of woman;
once reflected and admired
by the man she loved.

-By Priya

Guest Post... 'The Doll' By Nikita Gupta

You are my doll,

Her grandfather said

As he kissed her cheek

And stroked her head.

She was his joy,

His object of affection.

He pampered her silly,

And loved her like none.

And as night came,

So did he,

Into her room

Where she lay asleep.

He touched her sweet, glowing face,

He held her body close to his

And then peeled off layers of clothing,

Standing in the way of carnal bliss.

Her naked flesh ignited desire,

He feasted his eyes on the heavenly sight.

Gently kissed her head to toe,

And then loved her through the night.

At eight, she was his favourite game-

A compliant companion to play with in bed.

Well, it's true, she was his doll,

Just like her loving grandfather said.

The poem is written by fellow blogger and psychologist-in-the-making Nikita Gupta. This is the poem written by her 6 years ago. Find this poem here on her blog. Check out her blog here.

Guest Post... 'Longing' by Priya

Now, I no more hear or see the prints,

Its an empty bowl with not trace;

Then, it was trees filled with fruits,

Riped to taste the flavor all over the lips.

Now, the music is sad with unknown,

Left in lurch searching to drink;

Then, the room was filled aloud,

tapping the floors mystical rhyme;

Now, she sits alone close to the window,

As her hair lifts by the wind;

Then, she draped all beautiful and glitter,

To touch the rosy petals waiting to dip;

Now and then,

Time flies at day and night;

She never asks why,

And only the unknown knows.

The above poem is by very talented poet Priya. Her popular journal of poems is here. Priya's other blog is here. Both the blogs are highly recommended.


p.s painting by Raja Ravi Varma.

Guest Post... 'Greater Noida' By Rimjhim Varma

Wide roads, huge crossroads

reproducing pigeons and no crows 

extreme weather, strong sunrays 

lots of wind and blue cold days 

green belts innumerous

beside the largest gutters

apartments like mushrooms

all empty...one or the other

there are no people, except the native

but its a question of years, just four or five 

we've been living here and we'll be more

and we've been loving it and we'll do more 

to watch a city grow

with yourself along

is oh so cherishable

but also oh so long

we'll be gone in an year

but you won't stop to grow 

and thats how we'll love

and we'll love you so...... BY-RIMJHIM VARMA