The Real Life Goddess

11th May, 2012
At 8.30 a.m.

After they finished the breakfast I served to them, they left for their destination. Meet my son Samudra, an Engineering student and my loving husband Aakash. We are a small family but happy because our dreams are small.


Aakash is the person, whom I’ve liked the most. He is caring, loving and most important he respects me from the bottom of his heart. He always encourages me, and the most incredible thing is his dedication towards our family. He is a perfect gentleman, all girls dream about this kind of person, so I feel proud and lucky for myself. I feel as if I got married just yesterday. I held his hand when he was nothing more than an executive, but now he is an artist.


After 3 years of our marriage we found Samudra. Yes! We found him. But now he is our child. Samudra was from Delhi. We found him on a train. We were returning back from our holiday, we were about to step down at our destination, but we found a boy with dark growing hair, bright complexion - crying. We had launched a complaint to R.P.F.


After 4 months, R.P.F wasn’t able to find his parents, not even his identity. Then we took a big decision of our life, we took his responsibilities, by completing some legal regulations.
Samudra is our child now. He doesn’t know anything about his past. We don’t have that much guts to tell him. Some secrets need to be hidden.


At 12.28 p.m.


The doorbell rang. As soon as I opened the door, I find Samudra there. He gives me a wonderful surprise!!! A bunch of flower and a big sized Cadbury.
And most important he had got a job through his campus selection. I hugged him. Brushed my hand on his head, and … My cell phone rang…



12th May, 2022


The Postmaster asked me why I am spending my last money to send him this letter. I have sent him 120 letters from last 10 years. But still haven’t received any reply from Samudra. I always cursed my fate for all this, why did Aakash leave me? Why did Aakash meet an accident on 11th of May 2012? Why did Samudra get that job? After Aakash left me, it was too tough for me to send Samudra for his internship to Australia; I sold our dream house to complete his studies. I had to spend all of our money for him, to make his career brighter, even I sold my wedding dress only for Samudra.


Now a day, I sleep in the nearby park. Some neighbors give some food to me. They ask why? Why all this?
I only say- ‘I am a mother, he is my son, and this is my love for my child. I can be unhappy, I don’t want him to be, I can cry but my child needs to smile. He shouldn’t stop dreaming. Aakash is in my heart and Samudra is in my breath, how I can stop them?’


Written by

Subhanil Banerjee

MOM is like a GOD

In childhood, we said "MOM is mine, MOM is mine",

And now we are saying "MOM is yours, MOM is yours".

In childhood, we can't live without MOM,

And now, we do not want her.

When someone scolds us, our mom fights with them,

During our turn, we scold our mom.

When something happens to us, she take care of us,

And when something happens to her, we send them to

"Old - Age Home's"

In our whole life we hurted her,

But in return we got blessings from her.

She always prays for our happiness, she doesn't care about

herself,

But we are playing with her feelings.

In our life god gifted us many things, but the precious

gift is MOM.

We have to respect our mom and treat her as a GOD.

And don't send your god to "Old - Age Home's".

I lose everything, when I see you.

I want to say to you,

The 3 diamond words,

That I LOVE YOU.

But I fear that if you reject,

My heart will break

And my dreams too.

I also fear that, if you accept it,

Then I will lose my focus,

And always I think about you.

In the absence of you,

I feel to tell those words,

When you come near me,

I just fear to tell,

Because by seeing you,

I lose my voice as well as focus.

For me you are like my dream girl,

To whom I can purpose in my dreams,

To whom I can dance and hug in my dreams.

 

I love her, but she loves you.

I love her like my god,

But you use her like a thing.

She loves you and I love her.

You always hurt her,

But I always try to keep her happy.

You always play with her feelings,

But I care for her feelings.

You love her appearance,

But I love her soul.

You always make her feel un-comfort,

Even I and she are friends, but I make her feel comfort.

You hug her just to enjoy,

But I hug her to make her strong.

You hold her hands to show that,

You both are lovers,

But I hold her hand to show that,

I am always with her.

I always love her,

Even though she loves you.

Being a friend I will do my best,

To make her always happy.

I will give everything,

What she needs.

My heart gates are always opened for her.

I still LOVE you

Like others I too loved,

Like others we had a lot of fun,

Like others we fought,

We shared our feelings, thoughts

And like others we cared for each other,

But when the time came,

To prove our love,

You went off by telling that,

You will return soon,

I waited and waited for you,

The world told me that,

You cheated me.

At last I came to know,

That you cheated me.

I replied to the world,

That you are in danger,

I told a lie to save you,

from the world.

I always want to make you happy,

even though you hurt me,

because i love you so much,

And one day you will realize,

my love, my pain, my absence.

You went But memories are with Me

You left me alone and went off,

you left our memories with me,

you left the love feeling with me,

you left the things with me,

to make myself feel like a hell,

Every day every moment,

our memories asking me that you come,

my heart ask me when i will smile,

my eye ask me when i will see you,

But my lips never ask me anything,

it always pronounce you name.

My hands want to hold you forever,

My ears always want to hear you,

My hug is always waiting for you,

My heart will always be for you,

My memories always start,

And ends with you.

                                                    Written by Pk Priyanka

 Priyanka Kumari is a girl from Hyderabad. She was born on 13the November 1995 and now a first year student of engineering in mechanical group in Gokaraju Rangaraju Institute of Engineering and Technology in Hyderabad. Priyanka also works as a writer in Bhavishya News Chanel in Hyderabad.

Priyanka loves to write and her pen name is Pk Priyanka. She wants to bring peace in our society by her writing. She always likes to help the people who are in need. She started writing form 6^th standard. Her first poems were published in the book of ANTHOLOGY – I am poetry in USA.