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  The Staircase to Heaven ~Srimoyee Dutta        On a bright, summer day, the residents of Oklahoma were all busy with their house chores as the weekend rolled on. Kids were playing in the park, and almost everyone else was inside their house, enjoying the summer with a bowl of ice-cream and their cool parlor from the air-conditioning. Our story takes place in one such house, where Noah Stark and his wife, Ella Stark were enjoying an early Sunday brunch. The loving couple had recently shifted to the neighborhood, after their marriage five months ago. It was a quiet place, and almost all residents knew each other. The neighborhood felt like an extended family.  On this particular day, it happened to be Ella's birthday, her first birthday since she married Noah. She had expected it to be very special, and so it had been. She had woken up to sweet good morning kisses, and had a perfect hot bath. She was treated to the most amazing Sunday brunch she could have ...

  The Triangle Of Love    ~Srimoyee Dutta       I fell in love with the way you look at her, And everything else is a blur. I fell in love with the way you talk about her, And how you could go on and on forever! I fell in love with the way you care for her. I wish someone would hold me, The way you wrap your hands around her. I wish someone would yearn for me,  The same way you yearn to get a glimpse of her! Sometimes I wish someone would worry for me, Just like you worry about her. And sometimes it makes me feel jealous of her, Because I know no one would ever love me, In the way that you love her!

Love Is Never Lost? ~ Srimoyee Dutta      He's handsome and he's tall A little bit tanned From playing football Looks like someone come from Dreamland. He looks so cute Joyful and smart Looks his best in a suit Knows how to steal the heart. I try not to get attached And keep my distance But my heart's already snatched, I'll need special assistance. He isn't mysterious, He just doesn't care. This isn't serious, It's just a dare! Every time I look at him I can't help but wonder Why couldn't I have known him, When we were a little bit younger? Maybe things would have been different  If we started talking sooner, He can't be that ignorant, I hope he sees that in the future. My heart was burnt. And my love lost. That was a lesson learnt, At a very great cost.

The Eyes Have It ~Srimoyee Dutta        Blue were his eyes A little paler than the skies Sparkling so bright Like dew in sunlight Big and round like they were a gem Just can't get enough of gazing into them One look, and you can fall in love instantly So deep, you can stay lost in them for an eternity With joy or with sorrow could they be shining But not for once can they stop being stunning They can be keen, watchful and expressive Sometimes anxious, tired and pensive Eyes are the windows to the body and the soul Some are grey, green or brown and some black as coal  Blue were his eyes A little paler than the skies Sparkling so bright Like dew in sunlight

 Missing You (more than you may ever know) ~ Srimoyee Dutta     I miss your smile The sound of your laughter Your obsession with my hairstyle And how you loved X Factor I miss the way you held my hand How I ruffled your hair How you knew everything beforehand How we could be the best pair I miss the scent of your perfume And the taste of your lips How stunning you looked in your bathing costume For every one of those beach trips I miss the movies we watched And the meals we cooked Now I am blocked But I can't get myself unhooked My mornings feel incomplete Without the coffee that you make And my life is obsolete Without your warm embrace

How We Met (Part 2) By Srimoyee Dutta           I had cleaned my apartment and made preparations for receiving my mom and Swarali. They were to come over, and we would have a chat. I had prepared dinner, and I was really excited about the evening. Swarali came over early to help me. We were just laying out the table when the doorbell rang. I went over to open the door and greet my mom, but I found a delivery boy with a huge bouquet and a letter. I knew what had happened. My mom would not be coming because she was busy. She did not care about what we felt. She had not even bothered to call. This bouquet meant we were also not to ring her up now. She had sent the flowers as a token of her love for us. Swarali did not mind. She was actually happy because she would have more time to spend with me. That was the bright side. Swarali had taught me to always look on the bright side even when in the most depressing of situations. We were discussing old memories with a gl...

  How We Met (Part 1) By Srimoyee Dutta                    Time had stopped ticking, and it felt like the world had frozen. Nothing else mattered. I was finally there. She was in my arms, and we were kissing. For months I had waited. I knew this day would come, sooner or later, when she would realize that I was the one for her. It was painful seeing her obsessing over someone else all this time, but it was worth the while. But right now, that she is with me, I want to do this right. I caressed her. It was a breathtaking kiss and the best kiss I have ever had. My heart was beating so loud, you could hear it through a wall. I wanted time to freeze. As much as I wanted to stay like this forever, I knew it could not happen. I also knew that now, when I have her, everything that comes next is going to be just like I imagine, if not better. I wanted to take the next step forward. I had waited long enough already. Now that I had my chance,...

Misunderstood but in Love By Srimoyee Dutta Shlok, a young man of twenty-four, was seated at a table fidgeting with the bracelet on his hand, seemed quite anxious and nervous as he peered over his shoulder from time to time. He appeared to be awaiting someone's arrival. Clean-shaven, he was dressed in a white shirt and grey jeans. When his blue eyes caught a young lady wearing a yellow top and white shorts come his way, he got up to greet her. He was tall. This young lady named Sakshi was twenty-eight years old. She had beady grey eyes and straight brown locks that fell to her shoulders. She had plump pink lips, a curvy body smooth soft skin the color of cream. She had just received an urgent text from Shlok. He wanted to meet her as he had to tell her something important. Sakshi wondered what it could be. If it was what she feared it was, Sakshi was in trouble. She would be embarrassed. Sakshi had spent her last four years with Shlok. Since her car accident four years ago, when ...

CAMPING                                      ~By Srimoyee Dutta  The road was dusty Brown and broken The path was curvy That we had taken The trees were tall That lined the road Their leaves would fall When the cool wind blows The long shadows Of the evening Dissolved into the Darkness gathering The moon was round Full and bright And on the ground Fell its silvery light The twinkling stars In the sky above We lay down to observe With the ones we love.

Walking away By: Srimoyee Dutta  We hold on to memories, When we can’t have those people. Though no more in my arms, I hold you forever, Gently in my heart. I still have all the presents you gifted me. The irony makes me sad How things stay and people are lost. Of all the things I ever wanted I ever dreamt of, I ever craved for, from you, Walking away was not one. Sometimes I misunderstood And you didn’t explain Sometimes you misunderstood And I didn’t explain And maybe that is why it ended The way it did. On some days I wished to get back to you But then I realized It wasn’t me who left. And now, I no longer Skip the song that reminds me of you. But somewhere in my heart I wish we meet again And start from the start And this time, I hope Things won’t be ruined. We would have made a perfect novel, But unfortunately...

Seasons By: Srimoyee Dutta The world is too fast to judge But too slow to understand Just like the seasons they say We burn and bloom, We fall and freeze, And we melt away. But we stay calm Through all of it Because this is just another season And we know, that It will change anyway.

Forest full of thorns By: Srimoyee Dutta You are passionate You are genuine You show altruism and love You are strongly compassionate You are responsible You are an observant person And you help those in need You are sensitive and You want to bring a positive impact On the lives of others. You are my carnation In a forest full of thorns. You are innocent on the outside But powerful on the inside. You are a calm observer And you deal with problems quickly. You like to put things in practice And work hard for your dreams You are focused on Finding things that Excites and inspires people You are my apple tree In a forest full of thorns. You are delicate and elegant You have undeniable uniqueness You are highly sensitive to other’s emotions You have strong principles And a great determination You like to focus On the thi...