It Hurts! ~ Poetry

I saw it coming
But still it hurts

I knew you would disappear someday
But still it hurts

I knew the time we were in was not gonna pause
But still it hurts

I knew there was nothing called forever
But still it hurts

I knew all the hugs, kisses and nightlong chats were temporary
But still it hurts

I knew you would be someone else’s possession
But still it hurts

I knew even my thoughts would be vanished from your mind
But still it hurts

I knew we will be soon strangers again
But still it hurts

I knew it all
I saw it coming
And STILL IT HURTS!

-Riya

Too many heartbreaking poetries recently. No worries. I am setting myself free this time and letting my wings open to fly high. Stay up for my upcoming posts. Be connected.

Much love

Riya

As I turn 28 !

So, on 9th of March 1990, a cute,little baby girl was born to Mr. and Mrs.Roy in burdwan. Hence on 9th march 2018 (easy calculation though 😉 ),she turned 28. Yes,that cute, innocent, studious is now grown up to be a psycho writer and a bird freak. Well you are absolutely right, that would be ME,of course me,who else would call me innocent or dare to call me a freak 😀

In a glance if I say,it continued for three awesome days. As you read on,you will realize how freaking awesome it was for me that it took me 4 days to get over the madness and write this up.

CAUTION : I am going to brag a lot about my surprisingly romantic husband. Keep reading if you enjoy. Well just keep on reading 😉

Day 1

A day before my birthday is a brilliant day for lady to be born in,but no surprises I was a day late 😀 Well 8th March it was, I was already in a great mood at my work place and there entered this elderly customer with a red rose and chocolates to wish the only lady staff “A very prosperous Women’s day”. No wonder my face shined like a star. With all the beautiful thoughts, I finished my day job and left for home. I was waiting at this children’s park for my husband to pick me up as regular routine. He arrived ,I hopped on the back seat of our two wheeler. HE turned the bike exactly opposite to our way home and started. To crush all my arising queries, his answer was “we are going to have nariyal pani (coconut water )”. I was like okay.. As I sat quietly, we crossed the coconut seller,the market and many more turns to be said before the road took us where we were leading i.e. Mall De Goa. As I was blabbering how frizzy my hair is and how awful do I look, he dragged me inside and rushed me to one of those Sunglass stores. Bought me a nice pair of glares (I needed one badly!) along with some casual shopping like a perfect husband for the very first time 😛

This may sound too ordinary to you but all these were kind a first for me in 28 years. More to come. Surprise over surprise.

when the clock hit 00:00 the cake was set on the table.I cut it while singing “happy birthday to me” at the top of my voice. HE joined me taking laugh-intervals while filming my craziness. So far so good.

Day 2

It was my birthday,we didn’t take leave and were at our work places.I wasn’t having that a good day till I reach home in the evening. A parcel of another birthday cake and chocolates were waiting for me. That was from the newest member of my family. My sweetest boudibhai (sis-in-law). It was past 6.30 and I was literally ordered to be ready by 8 pm. As it turned 8,I was almost ready ,like ALMOST 😀 my door bell rang. I opened up to find one of our few friends we hang out with standing with a big chocolate in his hand. I shouted with surprise “where are we going after all? will someone tell me already”. No one did of course. I cut the new cake and left for my unknown destination.

I couldn’t guess at all where our friend’s GPS took us. It “was ‘THALLASSA ,in little vagator”. I have heard about this place but the enthusiasm of being there got me.Such happening place, I tell you such happening place. Dining tables looking over the beautiful Ozran beach,awesome upbeat music and not-at-all cheesy but bouncy crowd dancing and enjoying the Friday night out. There were food,drinks,performances and lots and lots of crazy music. In short not-at-all my husband’s type. I looked at him and he uttered ” Enjoy your birthday sweetheart. Table will be ready by 9″. The very moment I fell for HIM again I swear. Nonetheless to say we boozed up and I danced like crazy.

Day 3

Arrives the day after.10th March 2018. 2nd Saturday. A holiday for us. I already smelled something fishy as they tried to keep it secret as strongly as possible. We were up and ready by 10 AM and again I didn’t know where were we going. After riding for almost 45 km we reached our destination lead by our friend’s GPS again.

My eyes opened wide as I read the board ” Welcome to Bondla Wildlife sanctuary”. Which place else could be the best surprise for a wildlife enthusiast like me! Though my lens couldn’t support me that day as it needs treatment,I had a memorable time out there INTO THE WILD.

Its not about visiting particular place or dining at a specific restaurant,its the thought process behind all of them that matters. All the planning that HE did just to make my birthday special simply cannot be praised by simple words. I usually call him an ‘unromantic introvert guy’ but not anymore. Romanticism isn’t about the roses,chocolates or expensive gifts. For me the definition of romanticism changed forever. I have known him for a decade now and all I say about him is that he is different from others. But that is what that makes him ‘Unique‘.

Lastly to my dear Partner, I just want to thank you for the love and support that you have showered upon me in all these years. I might not even deserve them. And this is by far the best birthday for me. And I wont hesitate to say “I am a proud wife of a freaking awesome husband “.

That’s it people!

Thanks for reading till the end. Hope you enjoyed as I did 🙂

Until next time.

Much love,

Riya

Yes I am A woman! ~Poetry on woman’s day

Yes I am A woman!

Yes I am A woman
But also a human, just like you
Not something you can easily accrue.

Pink has been signified as my hue
But if needed I might turn into blue.

Be it Mother Teresa, Kalpana Chawla or Mary Kom
I have been famous to make a debut
To start a trend new.

But the dream I always wanted to Pursue
Is long time overdue
Definition of respect needs to get renewed.

I am not a TOY that you will screw
Or even buy with your so-called-revenue.

Even my purest form of blood for the society is a TABOO
And the way you deal with me is okay with you???

Length of my skirt and my striped belly is what you want to sue
The day will come, my long hairs and big eyes will be a matter of risk too.

You say, you respect me
I believe that’s untrue
I will ponder upon you
The day you will actually do!

Look beyond my modesty and
Peek into my dignity
If you still find me unfamiliar
Look around any and every corner!

Be it your mother, sister, friend, teacher or Who…
Believe me! I am a woman
But also a human just like you!

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8th March is celebrated as International Women’s day. Let’s not celebrate the day but celebrate the womanhood.

Much love

Riya

The Void ~ Poetry

“THE VOID”

I wish I could fill the void inside me
I wish I could erase the emptiness

I wish I could just take a leap
And jump to the year I had been dreaming asleep

I wish I could explain how difficult it is
To live in my current biz

I wish not to assume everything is okay
And pretend not to be happy for a single day

I wish to not re-think
I wish my life would just shrink

I wish not to wait for a bunce
To pause the beating at once

Much love,

~Riya