poem and prose
Tuesday, 7 April 2026
316. Conversation Poetry
Monday, 6 April 2026
315. Senses poem
*Five senses poem*
I am born today to this world and I am crying uncontrollably
I can't express and womb was the safe place undoubtedly
My mom is holding me in her arms now for the very first time
And gives me her milk to drink and this makes me fine
My first touch is my mom's skin so delight
I am feeling after a tiring struggle so light
Naturally God has taught me how to drink milk by my own
The chunk of skin in my mouth is pacifying and I no longer feel alone
The taste of the first milk was warm and sweet
And it's the best feeling as if I am havingthe world best treat
My mom's tears are dropping in my tiny hand in joy as she weep
I felt how warm the tears are soaking in my skin deep
I hear her cry and speak to me pouring her heart out
This is pure 'love in first sight' no doubt
Mother is my first teacher and today I learn my first lesson
To experience the 5 senses , thanks to my mother a ton
I heard her voice , a pure delight
I saw my mom ,worlds best sight
I touched her skin ,felt the safest
I drank her milk , the tastiest
I felt her tears and her touch
She loves me and I love her very much
Her hug is so pure and she smells great
She is the most beautiful person and I have a blessed fate
I am grateful to God to experience this blessing of senses each day
My mom ,my happiness wherever she is should be happy ,I pray !!!
©️✍️ Priyanka Kamath
6 April 2026
Wednesday, 11 March 2026
314. Echoes of desire Chapter 3- Fantasies unlocked
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Chapter 3 – Fantasies Unlocked
After weeks of exchanging messages with Saksham, Anamika finally decided to meet him in person, traveling miles to the picturesque town he lived in. Although the surroundings were stunning, all she could focus on was him. To avoid any inconvenience, she decided to stay at a hotel, but before that, she wanted to visit his home and see if the affection they shared online translated into reality.
She planned to surprise him but knew he might be busy with work. As she approached his home and informed him of her arrival, she was met with a simple, calm “Okay.” There wasn’t much excitement on his end, which puzzled her.
Anamika had worn a stylish black top with jeans. She adjusted her scarf carefully, noticing how her outfit drew attention. As she entered the home, she saw his parents and greeted them politely. Saksham introduced her as a friend from the writing community, curious about his town and researching local factories. His mother offered her tea and snacks.
The conversation was polite and formal, focused on her journey and plans. Saksham was attentive but calm, not overly flirtatious. Anamika observed his eyes, noting affection without any rush or intensity. He maintained eye contact throughout and, even when his mother stepped away, he didn’t make any romantic advance.
By evening, he offered to drop her back at the hotel. She was slightly disappointed that things weren’t going as she had imagined, but she admired his gentlemanly manners.
In the car, Spotify started playing a lively track, and Anamika felt lighter. They didn’t talk much . Saksham was focused on driving, but she appreciated the quiet confidence he exuded. Instead of just dropping her off, he accompanied her to her room and called home to ensure his family wasn’t waiting for him. She admired his responsibility.
After dinner was delivered to the room, they shared a moment alone. Saksham complimented her naturally, noticing details about her outfit and presence without making her feel self-conscious. Anamika felt a thrill, realizing he observed more than he let on.
They shared laughter and playful teasing, enjoying each other’s company. The physical connection was gentle, sensual, and mutual. They explored closeness with kisses, touches, and tender caresses experiencing desire .
She was imagining for him for so long
Kept playing with piano with a romantic song
She wore a black top with red lips
A golden bracelet and 🎀 ribbon clips
He came from behind and touched the keys
She placed her hand over him as it gave her peace
He is tall strong handsome lovely man
She always desired him and is a die hard fan
His twinkling eyes and deep voice
She comes so close to him and shy's
He is such a gentleman and so kind
Never in her dream she thought she could find
Her cloth gets stuck in his watch
And it just unzips as he watch
She is so shy and crosses her arms around with tight fist
He slowly kisses her neck and caresses her chest
The curtains falls and roses to cover
It was a passionate kiss she discover
Her heels 👠were lying over the floor
They made love so deep to the core
They moved through the evening enjoying each other’s presence, smiles, and quiet laughter. Every glance, touch, and soft kiss deepened their bond.
By the early hours of the morning, Saksham prepared to leave, mindful of his commitments. Anamika watched him go, reflecting on the night. Was it just a fleeting encounter, or did it mean more? Her heart told her it was special, and she cherished the shared moments, knowing they would linger in memory.
The next morning, she woke to messages from Saksham. She felt happy and connected, smiling as she read his words. Their night together had been a mix of playfulness, trust, and intimacy intense in emotion.
Anamika took a deep breath, ready to enjoy the day ahead, carrying the warmth of the previous night in her heart.
Sunday, 8 March 2026
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.
Saturday, 7 March 2026
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.
Wednesday, 4 March 2026
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
Saturday, 28 February 2026
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
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