Love And Other Enchantments - The Dream Ship

In one of my previous posts, I had mentioned about a short story anthology, titled Love and other enchantments which has been sailing, albeit along crests and troughs, for a few months now. Two days back we received the design of our book's front cover.The publishers had asked us if we had any particular suggestion regarding the diagrammatic representation of our collection, and we had conveyed the theme that was brewing in our minds. The theme was solely love and its essence, although a bit skewed towards the poignant nature of it, more than the picture of mushiness that most people tend to associate love stories with. And this is owing to the fact that each story in the anthology is soulful, portraying the sheer intensity of the varied shades of love, rather than focussing merely on the exhilarating nature of it. 

Here, take a look at the design and you will know :- 

I would like to thank the publishers- Blue Rose Publishers for being thoughtful enough to listen to us and for having come up with a cover design, which exudes evocativeness as much as subtleness. And it should not be left unsaid the sturdiness of our group - The Fictitious Five, members of which being along with me, Akash Deep, Anuj Kumar, Ishan dafaria and Tanima Kedar, because of which, despite having had conflicting ideas at times, we could dissect each one's opinion to reach a fitting conclusion. 

Having let out a few nuggets about my new venture, I would also like to add that, our dream ship is now on its final lap, gearing for release, which should happen in a couple of weeks. 

Stay with me for more updates :)

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Hues of Joy

A

Lather

Soft as dew,

Descended slow

In my heart, so deep

To glide past crevices -

Sublime, sheer effervescence.

A joy so rich, luscious and rare,

Leaves you panting, prodding for more

For joy is a dream!- such vibrant and true.

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P.S :- This poem has been written in a form of poetry called 'Ethere', where each line contains as much number of syllables as the number of the line.

To Life!

Moving across the cacophonous lives of people displayed on the medium, I take a minute to adsorb in the many vagaries of life. In the frantic hurry to grab limelights, nurturing an implicit intention to be noticed in the crowd, aren't we knowingly or unknowingly forgetting the truest joys of mankind? To be appreciated is anyone's secret desire and it comes without say that there is indeed no harm in it. But, have you ever wondered that, perhaps, there exists an invisible fine line between a desire and greed?

The October That Was !

Months fly by in a jiffy. Harking back, they seem to dissociate into powdery thin bits of the past, those moments that arrived into your life with magnanimous gestures. Few of them manage to remain equally important several days from the happening, but few others fail irrevocably. Maybe it's an idea worth upholding to jot down nitbits from the past,however trivial they may seem in the big picture, so that several years down the lane you would find yourself sweeping away the dust from the attic only to confront the long forgotten gems of your life, the things that made you who you are. 

Rivulet

A flash of beauty,

The crack of dawn,

Shimmering sun's ray,

The scent of rain.

A surreal soundtrack

Or a soulful note ;

They take me back

And leave me sour.

I tried my best 

To make you mine;

The fire in me

But,burnt me whole.

I let you go

As someone told

For if only you sought

You were mine.

 Counting tides

I waited days

But no one came

Nor anyone spoke.

Why didn't you notice

That i was gone ?

My screams had echoed 

Through mountain mounds.

Tears rolled down

Formed eddy streams,

Till my rivulet grew

And left you far.

Wasn't he right ?

Who faithfully said;

That things sans reclaim

Were never truly ours to claim.

And that was when
It struck me hard;
That life was such -
So undeniably real!
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