Beautiful Relationships

“ What though the field be lost? All is not Lost; the unconquerable will, And a study of revenge, immortal hate, And the courage never to submit or yield.” ― John Milton, Paradise Lost  All IS NOT LOST:   This  inspires me to write though most things have changed but all is not lost Satan, the heroic figure of John Milton says this... If I affirm what Lucifer says  It motivates me, glides on my head Sits like a crown But I forgive you  No revenge, no detest,  because my Paradise is not lost  I follow almighty And I believe in his justice He will do it right  I may or may not be able to fight.

THE LAST RIDE Your last ride when rhymes with last rites,  You intend to cry but you cannot  scream,  you were bubbling with dreams, you were cheerful and replete with a gleam.    Then suddenly a bolt from the blue, Came and took all your positive vibes,  You could not explain but the adversity claims, All favors which were steamy and bright    The surroundings say you are not right. Let these gloomy days pass, they quoth and it seems  One day it will go, but nobody knows    How agonising this experience is? Killing you from inside each day, each night.   Compelling me to think, will it be my last ride?  By Shaveta Narula   

                                                       Deception: A Quest for real love:                           (Same old story with a different perspective, the perspective of a modern woman)  Who can define love? People in the world can have philosophical views and can affiliate her plight with a girl who did not follow the customary social settings and got isolated in her destiny but for her, it was only pious love. She gave it to her Kanha and got a deception in love. Her body was still hot with his love. In her body still, her Kanha was living and she used to have Raas with him in her ...

    A Visit to Krishna`s Place: In the Search of Eternal Truth and Real Peace: I was just sitting outside Krishan Janambhoomi Temple of Mathura and I; my two daughters and my husband were just planning to visit the Krishan Janambhoomi temple. I was also pondering over going inside but all of a sudden, my mood got transformed. I have no reason to explain why this happened. Preachers can define, `` Her soul is corrupt, so Lord did not allow to come her inside or she is some evil incarnation and that’s why she was stopped from going inside’. You as a reader are permitted to define anything in your own creative way, I don’t have personal grudges.  I saw poor people, beggars, cheaters in Mathura-Vrindavan, and the same old idols of God, which I could see even in my area or Google but why I came was just a quest of unknown truth. We had been to Nidhi-van and were told some tales by the money-minded guides and looting beggars. The beggar's donation of one rupee was just...

 Life is so unpredictable; you cannot think about what is going to happen. You can plan or ask for but still, things will go on as they have to. Who proves to be wrong, it is all about time. How would you forget anything so serious and critical? It may be easy for someone but I would say mental trauma is real, and it's not that you are always in the same mood We are sometimes in the best of health, and control but on the other hand, we just feel like a trapped victim, and believe me, being a victim is the worst feeling. I hate hating people but when people hate, then I have to reciprocate. Do I have to act like a Gandhian or will I have to ask an eye for an eye?

  My Dear: My dear, you are not near  You are so far in un-trodden lands, Dreaming the day when you will be near,  Will you mind having my hand in your hand?  Two souls together, yours and mine dear, Played together in the dreamlands.  Some intimate moments of fun and cheer, Will you mind having your head in my Lap?  Your dry lips and mine juicy rosier,  We wrote the name on wet sand;  In a state, as each rose petal meets other,  We will unite in each other`s bosom on lands,  Indeed, these moments will not remain forever,  We have to part with each other not remain lovers,  Because you are my timid paramour,  Not going to fight with the world`s swaddling bands.

  Shaveta Narula is not a new name for the people in the District of Karnal. She was born and brought up in a Punjabi family in the year 1975 and got married in 1996.   As a writer and poetess, she had remained an amateur poet since the age of 10 years. She still recalls the incident when she wrote her first comedy short play ` Devtao ka Rashan’ when she went to get sugar from a ration shop. Then she wrote love lyrics but her family was not much liberal to accept her writings and love poems so she could not give wings to her dreams of being a writer and poetess. She still managed to get her patriotic poems published in her school magazine. Later her poems were published in a few of the newspapers too. She is a famous blogger and content writer. She is bilingual and can write in Hindi and English. She has written a Hindi song titled` Bhool Jana’, sung by a budding singer Mohit Bhutani, on `YouTube’. She is a versatile writer and can imagine a lot of things.  This is h...