You Happened!

You know what happened; I closed my eyes and magic happened.
She was there bathed in the sun, holding my hand-
Connected to my soul unto abyss;
And you know the spark happened.

She was deep into my eyes;
I am trying to find myself-
Only to realise my soul is not mine;
The inseparable had already happened.

The depth of our love isn't divine;
It transcends words and worlds.
She is melting in my arms-
Is this an illusion OR reality happened?

A breath, a kiss or a hug-
Ephemeral units to measure love;
You are the beat of my heart-
Neither I nor you, but the 'one' happened.

You know what happened; I closed my eyes and magic happened.

You

Fiction or illusion, you belong to me.
The waves in my brain triggers a silence in your presence.
It is that inexplicable feeling, that insane serendipity --
My senses meeting yours.

Surreal or real, you belong to me.
You balance the warmth in my heart.
The intangible connection we share without cognizance;
My thoughts are not mine, but yours.

Time or timeless, you belong to me.
You are a part of me or I am a part of you.
I sleep, the body lives and you listen;
Existence is not mine, but yours.

Dimensions or spaces, you belong to me.
Your silhouette is a master's composition.
Organic as I am - you are life;
I am not mine, but yours.

Anand Bora

For Love!

So I have decided to move on and start my own studios.
Determinant Studios it is. :)

P.S.: I am looking for a partner to work with who has passion for creativity.

Heart

Love

You love it and you do it,
Thats where the FULL STOP starts and ends.

Mathematics & Love

Once a Mathematics Professor went to propose a girl.

He said, "O my lady! Would you accept my -(1+sin(t))

and tie a Mobius knot with me for lifetime."

I plotted the graph at this site.

It's a rotated Cardioid.

The symbol of LOVE

The pic has been taken from this site.

I wrote two lines for this great monument.

"The body is mortal but the soul is divine,
The landmark of LOVE will stand all tests of time."

Anand Bora

The First Kiss

The unison of our lips;
Leading to the unison of our senses.

A gush of feelings,
Running like electricity in my neurons.

It seems we are at the margin of the horizons,
And our souls at the intersection of the worlds.

Our breath as pure as the first breath of a new born,
And the taste as sweet as honey.

She starts flowing into my body;
And my emotions start dancing in rhapsody.

The touch graduating to a lasting kiss;
Start of true love is never amiss.

Anand Bora

This is an imaginary creation and has lots of scope for
improvement. May be someday, I will improve it.

Gist of "OLD LOVE"

Old Love is a story of two Doctorate students William and Phillipa written by Jeffrey Archer. I was very fascinated and couldn't resisting writing a small gist of what it contains.

Both are extremely intelligent and intellectual. They both study in Oxford and they are staunch competitors. Still they used to teach each other sometimes. This continued for three years and they both kept equivocating each other in all aspects.

Then came a time of the award of Old Durham Charles Oldham (corrected based on comments and review). This award was given for the best essay by a student. They both do their bit to achieve the award. It so happened that Phillipa's dad died of cancer and she was very depressed. Then William supported her and took her to her home. At some instant he realized that he was in love with Phillipa and so he proposed her on the condition that he won the prize.

The result was out. For the first time, two winners were declared and both of them won the Old Durham Prize. William and Phillipa married after winning the Prize. They kept competing with each other even after the marriage. They were both efficient in their fields of interests. Both of them got offers from different people for work with equal importance. When William was given Knighthood, Phillipa was also given the opportunity to sit beside the Queen.

The only edge Phillipa had over William was that she used to solve The Times Crossword in half the time what William used to do. Phillipa couldn't bear a child to William. They were now old enough but had enough reputation by now. Once Phillipa was not getting a word in the Crossword. William instantaneously filled that word "WHYM WHAM" which Phillipa argued that the word does not exist in the Oxford Dictionary and it is no word in dictionary. William took a bet with Phillipa that if the word existed then Phillipa would read some book(I dont remember the name) which Phillipa hated.

After that William went to his college library. At that moment, Phillipa got a heart attack and she died. Nobody dare give this news to William but somehow he was informed. Then he was found dead in his cabin with a pistol in one hand and a book in other hand.
In that book, the word "WHYM WHAM" was underlined.

That book was never separated from his hand.

Do read this story in A Quiver Full of Arrows by Jeffrey Archer.

With You

Adolescence was at its prime stage,
And I was strolling down the park.
Loneliness was at its outrage
And the beautiful world seemed so dark.
Serendipity happened and strange feelings emerged from the first encounter with you.

The heart started to fill with softness
The ambience began to ooze amative emotions.
Your company was nullifying my emptiness;
I began to make lovely assumptions.
Soothing was the first meeting with you.

I could smell you in the wet earthly soil,
Your presence could be felt in my empty times.
You were pulling my life out of turmoil,
My dreams comprised your fancies and sweet rhymes.
Passionate fraternity became the first friendship with you.

Your beautiful eyes asked me questions,
Your perfect lips resembled rose buds.
Your flowing long black hairs were 'winds' annotations,
Affection grew and we became love birds.
Ethereal romanticism was the first love with you.

Your talk was like the smooth drizzle,
I wanted to bedraggle myself forever.
Our love intensified and began to dazzle,
My senses caught the incurable fever.
Pinnacle of 'LOVE' was the first kiss with you.

You became a part of my life,
And so did I.
Unfortunately!! Ruthless time created a rife,
I had to ask a question, WHY..WHY..WHY?
Inexorable pain became the partition with you.

Anand Bora