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This is the beginning of third year of an existence I never imagined I will be living- being financially dependent on someone.

I am absolutely at my patience’s end and am hundred percent sincere about trying any genuine free lance job on writing, that is I write and you pay, I am not keen to hit jackpot, fair payment will be fine enough for me.

I will like to clearly tell the robbers looking for fools to dupe to keep off – this one is too experienced to fall for your traps. I have tried for years to get a genuine, fair paying home-based job; the last time I was duped was in 2008 by a phony medical transcription institute, it gobbled up 30000 rupee and almost an years hard work, left me really sick in guts. Well, I am ready to take chances again but no longer being fooled. So, if any literary agent thinks that my works are worth it, I won’t mind sharing profits with him/ her; the percentage or fees for services will be negotiable. But please, don’t ask me to get a membership first, speak in trustworthy language. Or, any genuine publisher, publishing agency can gladly contact me, I will consider paying the fees if I think the offer isgenuine and reasonable.

You can check out my blogs to assess my writing and contact me.

My blogs are:
http://mydomainpvt.wordpress.com/
http://window2mysoul.wordpress.com/
http://sharmishthabasu.wordpress.com/
http://earthinbw.wordpress.com/
http://etherealheights.wordpress.com/
http://magicthought.wordpress.com/
http://mycybernovels.wordpress.com/


Along with my blog addresses I will love to add my writings which the MSN Reader’s archive has accepted and made me feel absolutely divine. They made me a writer, talented or not and gave me the best way of utilizing my spare time.

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Showing posts with label twisted love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label twisted love. Show all posts

Monday, July 20, 2009

it was love?

Now you say that it was love
that made you ruin your beloved
that made you so cruel that you
slandered her, ruined her beyond repair.

You call it love that made you destroy.
You call it desire that turned you in demon.
You left no stone unturned to ruin, shatter her
Yet you say that’s because you wanted her.

Listen my man, love is the nurturer,
the healer, the protector of beloved.
Her happiness is the thing he craves for
Her joy is the thing he is after.

The moment love turns to lust you go blind
Your lust becomes your only crave,desire.
You wont mind then going to any extreme
You wont mind destroying, burning her alive.

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

Go back

Go back undead go back to your crypt
go back in that dark place of rest
and resume your eternal sleep
she doesnot belongs to you or there.

You got tempted by her innocent youth
made a pact with her lusty kins
promising heaven in return of that youth
they failed to make her bow to you.

You returned from the door of heaven
unsatisfied still lusting for her
she was sleeping blissfully in her
lover’s arm, perfect picture of youth.

You stole her lover’s body but failed
to hide your shrivelled soul
soon your game was caught and
she backed away from you .

Don’t you realise the truth evil undead
your gnarled hands don’t look good
placed upon those lotus hands
nor does your dark soul beside the white.

Go back to sleep evil undead and pray
to God that he forgives your lust
and lets you enter in his domain
forgiven, cleansed and chastised.

Saturday, April 18, 2009

broken, twisted heart

He loved the evening star
born in the earth yearned for heaven
he longed for the night diamond
and wanted her down here with him.

The star knew his yearnings
and she knew they were not meant
to be together, so she stayed afar
hoping wisdom will come with time.

That was not meant to be
the mortal soul kept yearning
with every leap he made for her
he fell back to the ground hurting.

His anger made him blind and he swore
he will create a brighter star than her
out of mud, he picked up a mud ball
gave it the form of a star, painted golden.

He covered it with golden plate and hung
it from his door, and named it evening star
it shone brighter than the distant star
gave peace to his wounded ego, hurt heart.