Lovescription
Sometimes some people wind up that emotional empty void of yours that you thought that no one ever could. Be it those bed time stories of granny, a lesson for life from mom or the giggled chats with friends or that one special day and talks with the "before anyone else" of our life, it just makes up for whole life. So why not to thank them in a magical way. So here is the new challenge by THE UNBOXED.
Write a poem or abstract to a person close to you in life with any of the senses except sight. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••
Rules
1. Description should NOT be based on the one we observe through eyes. It can be sound, touch, aroma, or in exceptional cases taste
2.Abstract should be max of 100 words and if poem then maximum 20 lines.
3. Deadline : 25 July, 2017 - TUESDAY - 10:00 pm INDIAN STANDARD TIME
4. No plagiarism.
5. Mail us your entry at unboxedt@gmail.com in TEXT FORM ONLY AND NOT IMAGES.
Anushka Gupta
A whiff of cookies and chocolate
I would turn as soon as I would catch it.
She would call me in her melodious voice
And I would know it's to tell me her beautiful stories.
The feeling I would get with herÂ
Was like finally being at peace
And her place always smelled like
The earth after rain;So intoxicating,
That you would never want to leave.
It still smells like that every time I visitÂ
But alas! The number of visits has declined
Since I am now an adultÂ
And her hands have started to feel rough.
Bits she remembers, bits she forgets
But oh my Granny is still the best
For she was the woman who oozed charmÂ
She inspired me to be my own boss.
She ain't a lady she is fireÂ
And the flame still flickers even if a bit tired.
Jaydev Patel
When I think about your love for me,
oh darlin'! I become too blind to see,
but your touch never leaves my skin,
it's like the jolt of the juniper berry gin.
The aura that you create in my zone,
doesn't ever let me chill to my bone,
and the sound of yours on the phone,
keeps echoing, so I never feel alone.
The taste that you leave onto my lips,
reminds me of the chocolate so swiss,
such is the ecstasy of your igneous kiss,
just can't ignore that and still it is a bliss.
Delightful is the aroma that you spread,
like a metaphor of the roses on our bed,
you play as a cassette all day in my head,
on repeat, out of sight, but turning me red.
Dragon Fly
Sometimes I close my eyes
And soak up all the laughter around me, Six different waves crashes against my heart like a raucous piece of music
A sharp note of happines gnashing through my veins,
An audible flatness laced with pain drums against my skin,
A melifulioss chord of regret pleading to be Silenced,
A downbeat of longing pulsing in the air
A drumbeat of love so strong that it blares all over.
And my silence so loud, i could hear it banging.
So many different stories rippling through so many different sounds
Yet in that chaos i find my home.
To the world it was just "noise"
To us it sounded so much like hope.
Aiswarya Mathew
Worst was that day, with a broken heart I wailed,
When misunderstandings grew like weeds in their hearts,
And broke a six year long bond, so frail.
Dead on the inside, lost and
betrayed,
I yearned to hear your voice,
To get over them and escape this pain.
Cellphones are amazing, but even they screwed up that day,
As my voice failed to cross those miles between us,
"Not reachable," the operator probably sighed with pity again.
Breaking into tears, I cursed life and its ways,
The events of that day played a slideshow,
Rendering me helpless and driving me insane.
Out of the blue you called,
Your voice calmed my senses like water over burning coal,
It's then that I realized that no matter what life does to me,
Your voice is enough, to help me survive and grow.
Alka Thakur
The hate and love all were sitting
Inside the gate of bus. It tumbled around the
City as it was always carrying lots of rush.
It was My favourite place as I
had a crush on one of my classmates.
Long journey to school of wisdom
Crazy pranksters full of excitement.
We fought, teased, bullied and slept,
On last day of school we all wept.
That was the day of Destiny
We moved on to find roads of success.
No success is greater than our friendships,
And crushes and all the fuss.
No money can buy the memories
Of our school bus.