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Traveller

The very first time
my mother's healing touch
tapped my forehead,
I felt God's travelled down
here in this peculiar earth
to heal me up from the fever.
A sunken soul released out of me,
turned as rejuvenated as a fresh lemon leaf
and I touched the toes of my mother
as per God's very secret advice 
from the previous night.

I wasn't a vivid worshipper of travel
until and unless I felt the presence of God 
everywhere slowly trickling down
through the silver streams of time.
Time's travelled a lot, even I call it the best traveller
it's seen Jesus dying without any vice
just like a poem dies without a reader's embrace
and time's probably poured all the sobs out
freezing the moments and collecting the snaps
as if it was to unravel the malicious truth in front
of an ignorant crowd, later, very later 
to repeatedly portray 
the sickening death of its precious child
and people have travelled enough to size 
these epic memories up in a 24 hour, "Christmas"!

It's tasted the same poison Socrates drank
for his cruel deed of renaissance 
among the youth of Athens,
and yes time has travelled through 
a sickening era of its huge loss 
like a hollow human body without its organ!
It's seen through the ages that
the countries suffer in a subterraneous syndrome
of travelling and entering into each other's territories 
to stand as the best fitted emperors 
and suck the last drop of blood from its innocent folks.

Time has seen a lot,
freedom, battle, idols, ideologies, 
love, hatred, blood, responsibilities
and then with God's appeasing 
permission shaped itself up 
to the pages of history ;
Now history serves as the best traveller!
and we, humans know the utilization of books.

I find the books as avid tourists
as they skillfully make rounds of the world
and then coalesced with the satisfying words, curious pages to turn as books.
And all these existential procedures,
God's evolutionized in as many forms as he could
to insert the mesmerizing journey 
of this universe since its very creation.
We, humans aren't except of the flow,
each and every moment we breathe,
we travel, as a traveller voyages from a place to another like we do through 
the voyages of emotions.
The next time if someone asks,
"Are you a traveller?"
Nod your head, singing the lullabies of a nomad.

~ ©storytellersuchismita

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Covid-19

The new name of the horror
portrays the demon "COVID-19".
Entrapping the mankind with its enigma,
terrorizing the rush of blood
it comes with its half-scarred faces, 
all in blood and blemish.
Every little thing is screwed up
from the very midnight it has shown up.
Ruination has started clutching its hands,
the way mankind has smashed nature
is the way it's taking their lives without any mercy.
Have we ever seen this scorching side of nature?
No, we've never and none will be willing in future!
It's like the fate has turned fatal,
the termination of our vices,
and the dismal result of our karma.
People who has shed blood for the sake
of religion, caste, creed, colour or community
are now in the imprisonment of Corona.
The novel virus, has never been found
so pathetic, so vulnerable and so deplorable
to eradicate the human race from its roots
and been proven as horrendous as a pandemic.
WHO, from time to time, declares 
to maintain social-distancing 
as if a sneeze or a cough in public
or chilling in hordes can snatch the lives.
Public curfew, lockdowns, 
feel like cities turning into deserts,
humans wrapped in enclosed boxes
and lives molded in the fire balls of panic.
One step out of the home, 
and it's a clean invitation to the demon in our house
to spread its empire and eat to the core of our lungs.
Slow yet steady, COVID-19 without gasping
knocking down our regular lifestyle to the death.
No more time to waste in laziness,
it's the moment to accelerate and haste.
Repeat your hands in sanitizing
to remove the fear of COVID-19.
Eat fresh, spend your time in home,
and omit the situation occurring in Rome.
Stay away from circulating the fake things,
there is the cry of the dead what Corona brings.
Let's not jump in the grief-stricken pond,
it's the time to fight back together against this demon!

~ ©storytellersuchismita

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In the Dark and Lonely Days

In the dull and lonely days
I hate to wake my soul up
from the bed of goofy thoughts 
as I see my hollow abdomen
refraining to produce hunger juices
and my eyes dripping the waters
of yesterday's blurry thoughts.
Windows are too far to reach out now
but my terrible wishes
dragging me to look those
aristocratic nature 
oozing the beauty of love
with a hope to insert resilience.
Here, I am lying with a broken entity
failing to continue with the flow,
and hopping in the groups
of unpaired filth and despair.
I tremble in the fear
of sitting in a matchstick chair,
"no chance of survival", 
it leaves me restless with its hushed voice.
The fear of repeated falls
sinks me down everytime
in January's unfamiliar snow layers.
In the dull and lonely days,
I feel an uncherished love
eats me up like a cannibal,
first starting with my heavy brain
it wraps the whole body up
and I sigh seeing my chewing gum
like body bursts in laughter
wearing the padded outfit
to conceal the shrunken body,
howling skin, swayed heart
and decaying entity.

~ ©storytellersuchismita

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Hooked Up With Fantasizing Love

?HOOKED UP WITH FANTASIZING LOVE?

Turbulences in my mind,
Tossing you up and never been so kind.
Louder my soul speaks whereas your lips
Dripping juice of seductive lime.
An impulsive urge to make you mine
Your muscular body reflects the perfect shine
And I gift you the best kisses like wine.
Anguishes made me stronger than ever
Each touch of mine makes you shiver.
You linger to my ears slightly touching my belly,
My unadorned desires invoking the lines of Shelly.
Trying to decipher the mantras to make you wild,
Where electrifying gazes make you shield.
You crave for more and more, quite teasing my breasts
And I don't want to spoil the tiniest moment of love in haste.
Troubles come to my navel arousing
my lecherous wishes
As your tongue proving to be the God of sexual bliss.
The night paints a bluish canvas with the aroma of cozy love
And my mouth sips every drop of your manly pride.
Gluing your body with mine and pricking your fingers inside my ,
You leave me to the extreme point of fantasy with the tender dignity.
Love me baby, take me higher than the limits of this sky,
Paste your devine lust and make me sway.
Dismantling every layers of our shyness,
We devoted our entities with the gel of fineness.
Infatuation blending into the adorations
Plucking the sweetest nectar of our dedication.
We end up leaving no parts of our bodies untouched,
As our connections do not have any glitch.
Cleansing the ambiguous thoughts from our kind,
Our last drop of french kisses opened up the windows of fresh wind.

~ ©storytellersuchismita