Two years with WordPress, you gotta be kidding

Two years with WordPress. I never realised until a minute ago I have completed two years with WordPress. It taught me to write, well perhaps made me believe  people don’t puke reading my work. I never had a mere idea I could pen poems until I ventured in here.

Thanks my dear friends for reading my little attempts to write and thank you for always being there and encouraging me at every tiny step I take.Thankyou for accepting me as I vent my feelings out at times. Thanks for your constant support and love

Love you loads my dearest WordPress family.

With love

anagha murali



Beauty, thy world’s greatest

I’d tell it’s her,.

The soft brown curls

Cascading down her shoulders.


Her alluring honey brown eyes.

Tiny freckles

festoon the corner of her lips

As it curves into tidly smile.


Her amiable heart

Enriches her like the an exquisite jewel.

Adding lustre to her

already shimmering self


My heart falters at her smiles

It tatters at her tears

She is the celestial beauty

Destined to be mine.


Never in the face of earth

Has never been a maiden

More beautiful than her.

She is none other than my mom.


With love your daughter

Anagha M



Her eyes

He waited until the sun sinked low,

The flowers lowered thier mighty crown,

The lonely nights of silent desolation.

Heart nay had a tiniest ray of happiness.


The lonely path, deserted now,

In a park bench he sat

Eyes set out the wide deserted road

Waiting every dawn, every dusk.


The years rolled off,

But he did wait,

As winter chimed in and left

As summer played and left.


He waited for those lovely eyes

That sparkled and enticed his lonely life

He waited to be by her side.

An eternity passed she never turned by


One rainy night,

The thunder roared and lightening sizzled

His waiting did come to end.

In the grave next to his dearest one he lay.




The wish on a Halloween, did it go bad?

images (1).jpgI strolled near the groove.Nearly cursing everything my eyes graciously set foot on. Had a foul day? Perhaps worse. My boyfriend broke up with me to hook up with my friend.I don’t feel any sensible nor felt like grieving myself and lamenting. A cold sense of revenge barricaded my other feelings.The frustration that now transfigured into some sort of wrath overwhelmed me.

The whole town was decorated in Halloween cheer but me I felt pathetic .i have always loved Halloween more than Christmas but now everything has gone haywire. My life is screwed I now kind of hate Halloween

A lovely lady in her late twenties  walked near me.She moreover appeared like being transplanted from 19th century novel. Those blonde curls,that perfect eyes never would you have set your eyes on such an alluring charm before. She had a regal look around her but something in her aura gave me a scare.  She gave me a toothy grin.I smiled back more like a reflex action as my years of socialising this is one quality I got in a jiffy.

She now moved towards as me her long fingers brushed the strands of my hair. Emilia,you like me don’t you.

Yes, I nodded. Perhaps analogous to a kitten purring over the mistress. Her superiority of perfect commandness,the canopy of authority made me flinch. Don’t be scared dear, pretty hard emotions at a Halloween night. Suddenly my eyes teared up. She stared at me intently with her eyes imploring. “it is pretty hard dear, you must have your revenge”

I nodded with tears splurting out ,my boyfriend dumped me I blurted. I know she consoled. Time to have some fun right….. Some revenge.

Come with me,she took my hands on hers,a piercing sensation of fear mixed with thrill entralled me. I turn around to find myself in my boyfriends flat. I know she must be with him.I can hear their voices,but with the lady nearby I felt invincible.

There they lay on bed fast asleep when I strolled around in middle of the night unable to sleep like a lunatic.” I want her to feel the pain I felt” I cried.

She handed me a knife and said “Stab her she will know the pain but even a drop of blood will not fall off her body. I nearly hugged the lady in happiness. She can hear your words but cannot see you,make sure you don’t give her a clue who you are.If you do the things will be complicated .

I went towards the girl who betrayed me and stole my boyfriend. I sank the blade through her skin she shrieked and cried in pain but my boyfriend still didn’t seem to notice. He was fast asleep. I sank it further cutting her flesh she cried, I laughed in mirth. So did the lady next to me. Every cut I declared her “you cheat”,”you must die”.

The lady replied “yes she must die”.We laughed as blade cut through her flesh and she wriggled in pain. I declared “how dare you steal him from me”

“laura”she cried… I was startled so was the lady. “I told you not to”said the lady. She took an other blade and placing it on my hand told me rip her throat.

No I cried, I can’t, I cant

I can’t kill anyone. She would die.i cried

She betrayed you Laura. The lady advocated

No I can’t my lady I answered.

“You must” this was an order

When I refused I felt a strange pain in my stomach.

Laura please rip off her throat before you hurt yourself.

I still denied.

Her eyes grew red…. Kill her Laura

I denied I can’t you can’t make me do it.

I ran away, the farer I went the lady stood in front of me.I ran until my legs could no longer adhere…. The streets looked dark and empty. I dashed away aimlessly. I hid like a kid behind a trash can. What am I doing?? I cried.

Why did I believe a stranger.who is she a lunatic or a serial killer.

I am neither, you summoned me Laura my dear. Now let me help you

She dragged me placing the knife in my hand and ripping the throat of my ex-friend, the sharp knife made a small cut in my hand in the process.

I can see the blood gushing through the cut on her throat her blood drenched me. My hands wet in blood…. I felt impure, stained and guilty.i cried and cried ….what did I do

What did I do I sobbed into my bloody hands.

You did the right thing she said kissing me on forehead.

I woke up with a start, sweating furiously. It was all a nightmare I consoled myself. I sighed in relief .The fact it was all a dream I was not a murderer made me tranquil.

But suddenly my phone rang.

Rina was on line”laura ,teenu ripped her throat and killed herself. ”

“what”i cried.

Several minutes later.I didn’t kill her. I was fast asleep. I can’t be doing it.I look at my entry in flat it was by eight but teenu ripped her throat by 1 a.m.

So I am no suspect. But as I wash my hand I find a small cut on my hand similar to one made yesterday by knife. It left me dumbstruck perhaps startled


Later that day

In office.

“hiiii laura”said someone

I turn around.

There smiles the lady.

“happy Halloween 🎃 ”




Tell me you are alright

Tell me you are alright,

For my heart tatters when you are not

Tell me you are okay

Or else my consciousness go astray.


Please be alright

Or else I’ll perish upright

Please keep smiling

Coz your tears devours my spiling


Tell me you are alright

For your gaiety is all I desire

Please be healthy

For you mean a lot to me


Please be strong

For you are my vehemence on whole

Tell me you are alright

Coz you are all I live for


Tell me you are safe

For that is all I crave

Tell me you are alright

For you are the love of my life.


Unbounded 22

After the awkward lunch, everything seemed to fall into place, if we exclude the mild headache provided by old rusted apparatus, dusty laboratory and two girls caught up on wheezing spree, the day was quite uneventful.

My bag screeched in dismay, as my stuffs were gorged in.

“For Loreal’s party. Coming, aren’t you? “Rae enquired.

“Maybe an another day” my foot traced away fast before they grasp the fact I wasn’t invited in first place.

Bus halted after tedious waiting for an hour.A lady or two nearly squeezed out of the bus. Crowded buses give me a trance but leaving this bus is not much of an option because only a bus or two pass this alley.

I reached out for my purse, just to find it missing. My dishevelled bag lay on the pavement, with me on top it searching for my purse. Must have left it in the cupboard.I dashed towards the laboratory, sighed in relief when I find my purple beauty snoring in the dusty cupboard.

The euphoria of relief didn’t last long, soon I found myself locked inside the laboratory. I squealed and shrieked for help but I can’t help but wonder if the laboratory was sound proof, nobody seemed to hear my pleas for assistance.

My hands turned numb out of tapping on the door. My mobile refused to pick on range. The laboratory gave me goosebumps ,the last time I was locked up, things really turned out worse. I squandered around, my mobile hollered above me.At last a a small streak appeared.I clutched the opportunity and called Abhi.

“I am busy Amy, some other time”his voice appeared tense.

Enraged by his attitude, but still I requested “Sorry to disturb you, I am locked up in laboratory, can you ask someone to open the door?”.

‘”Foolish girl,I’ll ask someone to let you out” he replied cutting the call short. Knowing Abhi well, this doesn’t bother me much. When it comes to work Abhi doesn’t care about anything else.

Soon I found the security personal opening the door. I thanked him and trailed off towards the bus stand. He resumed sleeping on his chair.

It was pretty dark, the alley appeared deserted, the street lights flickered. I must have called Ted, but the thought of disturbing Ted made me strike out the idea. I glanced at my watch it was half past eight.

A strange sense of fear overcame me. I felt someone following me. I increased the pace of my steps, but the footsteps behind me too quickened. I turned around, to find no one but being a cops daughter has provided me a keen sense of sight. I found a shadow masking near the tree. I knew danger was lurking behind me.

As I resumed walking, the person emerged from his hideout behind the trees and pursued behind me. Suddenly, I felt the presence behind me. I walked briskly, nearly broke into a run.Snow clad roads made running harder. The person behind me started chasing me. My legs started grumbling. He was gaining over me. I mustered up strength propelling myself forward. Howbeit tripped on a stone and fell on the road. Drunk in fear I sat immobile. My hands and legs did not adhere to my wishes.

The person behind me slowly came towards light but suddenly he retracted and sped away from me. I staggered on my feet, someone helped me up. I gawked at the person next to me. My Trainer aka Sid stood there with an expression of concern enveloping his face.He looked handsome even in the frailest light. Even in darkness I can make out his fine features.

A wave of gratitude swept over me. I wanted to thank him, to hug him, splurt out how much scared I was, but all I could manage was.”you, why are you here?”

He gave me an amused smile.” I must be asking you this, but if we start explaining each other even the last bus will leave.”

We mounted on the bus, everything appears like a dream. Perhaps a wish come true, here I am travelling in a bus with trainer by my side.


“get up Amy”

“No, five minutes more mom”

A short chortle followed “Wake up, or else the bus might leave”.

My eyes slowly drift open, eyelids heaved,lashes hugging each other.I sneer around myself , surroundings do provide me an ambience of an bus. I found myself resting on what appeared like a shoulder of a cute looking guy.

I jerk up, suddenly regaining my consciousness.I wiped his shirt with my hand when realization struck me I have drooled all over him.

“Its ok, let us get off the bus” he remarked.

Embarrassment stringed me beyond bounds. We walked back home.

“you don’t stay here,do you?”I asked with my teeth clattering owing to cold.

“Going to meet a friend”he replied

I nodded, an icy wind perched freezing me.He offered me his coat.I took it and asked”Dont men feel cold, I have always seen them giving their coats to women.”

“May be men are thick skinned”he chuckled.

We laughed and traipsed along with each other in silence.It was not an awkward silence.Silence of contentment and happiness.He was my Prince no matter if he loves me or not. Well, in my heart he is mine. The most handsome man on the earth.At times our hands touched each other.I desire to walk like this for my entire life and indeed forever I want to walk by his side.It appears picture perfect.I feel complete…..A moment to cherish for a lifetime.




A different type of love


I am gonna tell you a different love story

It was a lovely winter dawn ,the dew drops glistened on the sharp blades of the moss sheathed barks.The Winny stared at the misty way which extended before him.He was not able to sleep for a forthnight, his love seems to drift apart from him ,his eyes  brimmed with tears at the mere resonance of their time together.

‘I cant let you go’, he said walking through the misty road,his heart raced,he knew that they are never gonna get along,he doesn’t deserve her.she wasn’t meant for a mediocore guy like him.He is never gonna give her the recognition she requires, but he loves her, his love is untainted as the eternal bliss.

They first met in an auction where she won over his heart,her voice enraptured him at the first fast they were acquiainted remained a miraculous feat.All those nights they spend together in the attic,he would hear to her bewitching voice..he would caress her elegant vocal chords.She was a beauty,even her choke instills an warying pleasure..all those silent hours.

Her silence enciphered him,making him a puppet to her spell.She was his life,his breath….now he suffocates. The world around apparates when he envision  her flawless features.She was all he wanted.Tears dripped down his cheeks,coldness of wind didn’t bother him as pain of the heart surpasses every  physical trauma.

His legs felt stoned,he found her elegant and composed as she always is,cant she feel the pain I feel? the desolation.He treaded towards her resting his hands on her,she remained resolute as she always is .A man pulled her away from him,”one last time let me be with her “he cried .

“Just few minutes “he pleaded…The man warned “just few minutes”.

He sat next to her his breath was erratic he knew he needed her,but he cant afford her.He closed his inhaling a deep breath ,his shivering fingers stroked her.She relented and sounded exactly the same in the musical charishma.The music of our duo erupted awakening the dormant spirits making everyone to pause for a second or so….
The room broke into applause but they pulled her apart from him…He clinged to his pianoforte .she was the love of her life….but they pulled her apart detaching him from her…

She is all he had,she taught me music ,she was his love ,his passion.

My music….my piano…he cried

“I still grieve for her ,even after all these years several world class pianos sang to the utterance  of my fingers,but still she remains the love of my life.”

A lovely stare

As he walked

By her side

Her heart raced

Like a rollercoaster  ride.


Their eyes met

Just for a second

But it was more like

An eternal hike.


Tiny giggles

Perfect glares,

Heart struck shut,

Missing a beat or two.


Unknown they remained,

But somewhere they retained,

A petite feeling

Love may be it’s meaning.


Chaos, nay occurred

No flirting

No romance

No opulent presents.


But they did bask

In pleasure

Of each others presence,

At an unvary second.


Dreams always haunted

With each others taunting presence,

Instilling a joy,

Unexpected all over.


Made up reasons,

To conquer eithers eyes,

Strolling near each other.

Did fate play the cupid?


Knowing each other,

Remained a great hurdle

Let never be known

But heart did falter.


Kept a name,

Close to heart.

They knew neither,

But loved either.


But fate in its treacherous self,

Ceasing to provide them

A miniature pleasure

Separating their endeavour.


But they did wish,

For another coffee sip,

Another brilliant day,

If their eyes ever met again.