313.Echoes of Desire Chapter 2: Unread. Unanswered. Unending.

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Echoes of Desire

Chapter 2: Unread. Unanswered. Unending.

Anamika left the writing community on the last day of February 2026. For a long time they would often come across each other's writings there, yet both had remained firm about not reacting to them.

The day she finally left the group, the emails started.

At first they were simple and generic.

“Hi. Hope you are okay.”

But they didn’t stop. One email turned into many. Soon there were almost twenty-five emails a day. The repetition felt unsettling.

Anamika didn’t want to respond. Yet a thought crossed her mind , perhaps the concern was genuine. There had recently been news of air strikes in the country where she lived. Maybe he was just worried.

So she replied once.

She wrote that she was fine.

But the emails kept coming.

It almost felt as if her response had never been read. As if he was stuck inside a loop, sending the same message again and again while ignoring the one reply she had given.

She had already blocked him earlier, and now the emails were automatically routed to the spam folder. Yet somehow, her attention kept drifting there. Even without opening them, she knew they were piling up.

His very first poem in the writing group had been about Romeo.

Perhaps that is why she felt a strange urge for closure that is gentle, something poetic.

So she wrote this:

Oh Romeo, oh Romeo,

How long will your emails make their cameo?

I am grateful for the concern you show,

But please don’t worry I am fine, you know.

We may now be miles apart,

Once we were connected by the poetry of the heart.

Do not persist in what is not meant to be,

You deserve more… value yourself, dear Romeo, be free.!!!

Yet the emails continued.

Even today, on Women’s Day, another one arrived.

Now Anamika makes a conscious effort not to check the spam folder at all. It isn’t easy. Some days curiosity whispers louder than reason.

But every day she reminds herself that

coming out of a loop requires constant effort.

312. Echoes of desire. Chapter 1.Before the Silence Began

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The Saraswati Vandana went on and on, extended by the elderly speaker in the online poetry meet. Everyone kept their videos on, patiently listening.

Saksham WhatsApped Anamika: “Uncle should stop now… it’s already 30 minutes of extended talk.” He added a light-hearted commentary on how it seemed to stretch even further.

Anamika smiled quietly throughout, enjoying his subtle humor. Saksham, on his video, fought to control his grin at her live reactions.

She had wanted to go first, but his name was called instead. He spoke of a lieutenant whose bravery was truly commendable. Every detail the love story, the exact dates made it feel as if Saksham had lived the moments himself. Other participants were generous with their comments, some shedding tears. The poem carried a depth Anamika had never encountered before.

When it was her turn, she recited her piece, “Ingredients of Creating Woman”. Applause followed warm, appreciative, and heartfelt.

Saksham couldn’t take his eyes off her. She was radiant, mesmerizing in ways words could hardly capture. After the Google Meet ended, they lingered on chat for a while.

Today, watching the movie Ikkis, Anamika was transported back to that poetry meet. The lieutenant Saksham had spoken of flashed in her mind. She felt the rush to message him, to tell him how vividly she remembered his recital but she resisted. She didn’t want to fall back into the loop.

Her relationship with Saksham over three years had been strange on and off, intense yet unpredictable. The physical attraction, the constant validation, had become a toxic pleasure zone. And this was the very loop she wanted to break.

It had been a week since she left the writing community. Yet Saksham had been checking on her relentlessly. Some days, she received over thirty emails, each a simple: “Hope you are okay.” She had replied once or twice, but he persisted. It felt less like concern and more like an acknowledgment that she would never return.

Now, writing to him again felt dangerous. She didn’t want to reignite a flame that was finally beginning to settle.

Her fingers hovered over the keyboard. The memory of him, of their shared moments, tugged at her heart—but she knew she had to resist. Some loops, she reminded herself, were meant to be broken.

311. Oh romeo

 

Oh Romeo oh Romeo 

Kitna Karega emails Ka cameo

I am grateful for the repeated checks you do 

But don't bother much I am fine and it's true 

We might be miles apart 

We were once connected by the poetry art 

Dont be persistent on things that is not meant for you 

You deserve more,oh Romeo value you 

221. Lag jaa gale

 

Usse mili thi bus mai, Dil bas Mai naa Raha

Yeah bas ek yu daur tha, Vo bore ho Gaya

Shayad phir is janam mai mulakat ho na ho 

Dost mujhse lad padi

Gusse mai muh sadi

Shayad aas pass hai 

Uska aasra aur aas

Shayad phir is janam mai , mulakat ho na ho 

Phir se issi bus mai ,Baithi vo Jake pass 

Ab na laga yeah saathi ,na laga Kuch khaas 

Shayad phir is janam mai , mulakat ho na ho 

Kuch rishte banter hai ,banaaate natural hai 

Jisko ek tarfa efforts lage 

Uska kya hi future hai 

Lag jaa gale, ae ae

✍️©️ Priyanka Kamath 

31 July 2025

@

Yours and mine final call

 

Got it 🌸 I’ll keep it much simpler, like you’re just talking to the exam you missed — heartfelt, but in your natural flow:

--Final Call

*Final call*

Oh Exam, my Final Call,

I missed your day, I missed it all.

I trusted my calendar, didn’t check twice,

That small mistake cost me a heavy price.

They said your paper was easy that day,

I sat with guilt that wouldn’t go away.

I had studied well, I had given my best,

But being marked absent shook me to rest.

That morning I thought was a holiday,

I revised my notes and let time slip away.

Then the “what ifs” kept troubling my mind,

No peace in sleep, no hunger to find.

I asked myself—how could I fall?

Why didn’t I hear your Final Call?

But time moved on, I cleared you next,

The pain faded, though I felt perplexed.

What once felt like the worst of all,

Now seems smaller, just one missed call.

Life taught me lessons, painful and tough,

To double-check always is never enough.

And when I lost my parents, my biggest pain,

I knew no exam loss could weigh the same.

So, Exam—you were not my end after all,

Just a reminder before life’s Final Call.

287. Same as 245. Joys of life anthology

Swami Vivekananda’s words, profound and true,

“We see outside only what lives within us" so too

I am someone who finds joy in little things

Even an act of kindness in the form of a simple smile gives me wings

A routine when followed with joy 

Letting go of the things that could annoy

That perfect winged eyeliner and hairdo is a lovely feel

The entire day, it ensures confidence and zeal

Watching TV with a loved one after a heavy day

Writing a poem while commuting from office on the way

Documenting my poetry certificates with poems on my blog appeals

Learning and posting new ways of doing reels

Sharing my tidbits of learnings with someone in need

Seeing happiness on the faces of furry babies when I feed

Being grateful for these beautiful experiences God has been giving

Letting go of any hurt, to forget and forgive

Daily catch-up with my parents who are in heaven

A good, tight sleep and waking up before seven

Doing my duty with love and grace

Having faith in the Almighty while facing life’s challenging phase

These little moments make life easier, with moods uplifted

Blessed and grateful for these little joys I am gifted!!!

✍️©️ Priyanka Kamath

21 Jan 2026

310.Experience about my participation and certificate I received

 

Experience about my participation and certificate I received 

One particular participation which is close to my heart is the recent one 

Where I spoke about journalling in blog my daily episodes in poem 

As the prompts and topics give me motivation to express

And gives me to clutter free thoughts and to organise mind mess 

Reviews and certificate are like cherry on the cake 

It motivates me to express from heart from heart and not merely for participation sake

At present someone close observed my low self esteem 

Body language filled with self doubt extreme 

I was literally blabbering around without clarity of thought 

Work pressure was such that I was losing me ,help I sought 

Speaking to myself in being better version of me 

To leave the baggage behind and set myself free

Tomorrow won't be the same as today 

So writing down captures the present feelings this day 

And the writing platform helps me to have that me time 

To not just vent out , but also get feedback and feel fine 

I am grateful for the opportunity to realise starting afresh is not too late 

And for the appreciation,reward ,feedback with beautiful certificate!!!

26 Feb 2026

✍️©️ Priyanka Kamath