It's Summer again, the curtain fluttered smoothly to regain. Locking the musings in my mind I want the rays to touch me, but don’t want to let him in and shoot me the sweat. Finally the Winter showed up, the Sun seems equanimous today. Assembling the courage I let the rays in , to wear the gleam on my skin. I realized what a big mistake I did, the heartless UV rays crashed the shore of my skin. It left me enough tears to drown; duressed my skin to crack on its own. Just for a smile I lost my shine, Found myself trapped again. Enduring the pain, I cursed him to faint. As the days passed I healed my blaze, like the snow he melted my distress. How fool I was right? Blaming him for his blast, It was me unprepared for the rust. From now I'm not afraid to fall, but ready to rise above all. Do follow @madhusmita_devi for more original writings ❤ . . . Tag me in reposts --> © Madhusmita Devi. . . Words : @madhusmita_devi Hashtag- : #madhusmita_devi Copyright- : ©Madhusmita Devi . . ______________ #madhusmita_devi #quote #wissenmonk #selfmadequotes #mywords #mythoughts

You hated that monotonous song, I tried not to keep repeating it for so long. You want it to get out, And I tried because I didn't want you to shout. You hated that scribbled piece of paper, For you crumple was another wasted wrapper. I imagined my numb hands shivering, That dealt with enough pleasing. Your perception behind iconoclasm, Made sure you talk with sarcasm. Standing under the dark diamond sky in agony; Prayed if the slow steady grind still working stubbornly against monotony. But the quivering lid of your averted eye; Proved your patent of love to a sigh. --------------------------------------------------------- Words - @Madhusmita Devi . . Tag me in reposts --> @Madhusmita Devi #madhusmita_devi© © Follow @Madhusmita Devi for more original writings. ---------------------------------------------------------

Tear drops on vacant walls. Haven't we played our parts well today? Together in the solitary confinement, like repercussion of words spoken in haste. How could we feel each other? I am surprised. It said, "semblance the smile in face." Tonight again, I drench a poem. Rainy nights let me touch with my left shine, grab me more, I plead Hypnotize me by your mellow tone to feel you in my breathe. ~Madhusmita Devi #madhusmita_devi #wissenmonk #writers #poetry

Standing in the balustrade I saw no one but him, it was heavily raining one could barely see others. Oh! I forgot to introduce you to him he is Raghav kaka, the gatekeeper of our neighbour. In the cold breezing wind and a heavy rain above the head he is trying to find a spot to hide himself. It’s strange he has been working since last 7years still they don’t care a bit about him. The first time I met him I was in 2nd standard, in spite of being a gatekeeper he did all the best possible things a servant could do for his master, but he was never respected for his work, they definitely paid him the amount for his work but as one said all you need is happiness and respect for the done work, which he never received. He is 65 years old now, the last time he went home was 4years ago, if I’m not wrong he have a son but he left him because he had to travel different countries for his work. How could a child leave their parents even after knowing what sacrifices a parent did only to make their child a good person, felt bad? But that’s reality. Raghav kaka is a very friendly person. When I was in 5th standard one evening while riding bicycle in the garden my bicycle tire got punctured, that day was Bharat Bandh and we didn’t have any bicycle shop near our home I was a bit scared of my mother’s scolding but at the end moment Raghav kaka showed up and helped me fix my tire, I thanked him for his help and even gave him a packet of choco chips. Ah! Well that’s just an old memory It's been more than a year I met him in person due to my busy schedule. He is completely wet. I can feel the wind piercing my skin to reach the veins, it’s really cold outside still nobody is out to lend him an umbrella, I can’t take this anymore. I took out an umbrella with a newly folded towel from the guest room, placed some pakoras in a small box of steel and went directly to him. He saw me, I can feel him, the pain, behind the big smile on his face. He asked me, “Do you need any help beta?” (I don’t know how to react he is such a sweetheart caring about others when he himself need help). “Oh kaka! I don’t need any help I was watching you since the last 15min, you are completely wet thought you need an umbrella so I bought you a towel and this umbrella please warm yourself.” I replied. “It was not required, why did you took the trouble to visit me in this heavy rain,” he said. I still can’t believe how can somebody not like a person like him, “now go home otherwise you will get cold.” “Oh! I forgot to give you this pakoras please enjoy, have a good day and take care bye.” I said and turned back. “Wait” he shouted, “take this and thank you, bye.” He smiled and turned away. It was a gold coin the Neela Vermeire Mohur, it’s around 16,500 INR, I can’t believe he just gave me this antique coin. But why? He could have sold it and live his life all by himself. “May be having some people around is much peaceful than living alone” Raghav kaka murmured. He left. Thank you kaka. #madhusmita_devi #firstwriting #wissenmonk