A MESSAGE

Dear friends, I am still firm on NOT USING FACEBOOK, ORKUT, TWITTER and SKYPE. If i ever change my mind I certainly will let you know. Those of you who want to get in touch with me certainly can leave a message in any of my blogs.

I blog to write, I DONT USE MY BLOGS FOR ANY KIND OF COMMERCIAL/BUSINESS PURPOSES . Though just like any persons who writes I too will love to see my works published but ....

I update these three blogspot blogs atleast once a month and the four wordpress blogs almost every day, so any one can check on these blogs to confirm if I am still in blogsphere: http://suryagni.blogspot.com; http://suryakana.blogspot.com; http://agnitrisha.blogspot.com; http://magicthought.wordpress.com; http://mydomainpvt.wordpress.com; http://window2mysoul.wordpress.com; http://mycybernovels.wordpress.com ...... sharmishtha basu (25.12.2010)


In the end i will request all my regular readers to just take a look in this piece of writing, so they act a little more cautiously.

http://agnitrisha.blogspot.com/2009/08/trolls.html



Tuesday, April 14, 2009

crocodile tears

A bunch of noble youths were passing
through a forest dark and deep
they were making the arrangements
of passing the night there in the forest
as the end was no where near, and the
dark night quickly came gathering.

All of a sudden one of them saw a
flickering light among the woods,
surprised they followed it, and
reached a small hut placed in midst
of the deep, dark, menacing woods,
the door was answered by a beauty.

A petite lady of extreme charm
she offered them food, shelter and rest.
The group was thanful beyond limit,
and gratefully they laid down their tired
bodies, and immersed in slumber sweet.
Their slumber was broken by sound strange.

They heard the sound of heartbroken sobs,
they discovered their kind benefactor was
sobbing her heart and soul out in the night still.
They gathered around her and begged the reason.
She told them a story painful and tormenting.
This once was a home, where she lived with her love.

Her husband. Once a wandering woman came,
she gave her the shelter, she stayed back here.
In return to all that love and kindness she stole
her lover, her husband and disappeared forever.
She told them that she lives in the very town
where they are going, that brought these tears.

They swore vengenance in pride of their sweet
noble, youth. The wronged woman handed over
them the picture of the fiend. They left her
with a promise of settling her scores if they meet her.
They found out the fiend after searching for a while
told everyone what she did and she had to fly.

Then one day they met the husband, the second
Culprit. He softly told them in a voice gentle and kind,
they have been tricked by crocodile tears of an
adulterous woman, who was caught by this girl
In her lover’s arm, while her husband was away.
She told the husband when he came back and left.

The husband left the house after a showdown
he went his own way, and since that day whoever
passes the threshhold is rewarded by the same story.
But as the nearby people know her nature they never
get moved by those crocodile tears. So she laid her
bait on you and succeeded in settling her unfair dues.

2 comments:

Selbon said...

A betrayal of love. Sometimes love is a failure.........

Peace...

thoughts said...

dear selbon,
you are so right..
its just a drop of water,
inside the oyster it becomes pearl
in the eyes of a lover it becomes love
in the eyes of a crocodile it becomes lust
its the place and time that matters,
wish you the very best,
trisha