CANDOR IN LIFE

Have you ever visited the "Blue mountain" in Tamilnadu. If not lemme give you an strong inclination to back pack your basics to head over "Nilgiris".  Ooty the queen of hills or Nilgiris in Tamilnadu is the beatific place to be visited atleast once in our lifetime. Recently, I have been there and it was like ant in my pant.I jumped in joy to visualize god's single piece of paradise booned to us. Blue mountain gave a new blue blaze to inhale fresh nature.  This destination was raring to go place in my bucket list. As every hill station has got, here also spices, tea,chocolates,nursery saplings, woollen  stoles and sweaters are available in a great deal. The roads in Ooty are covered either side with eucalyptus,pine trees,ferns, orchids,tea plantation, dandelions and other spice plants. Its the place of aromatic essential oil fragrances to give therapeutic spa experience.       ...

What's inside my bag? Moisturizer to moist my beautiful flower Concealer, propagates the new me Eyeliner, the black limit to slice off  your advantage  Mascara, prevents from touching a single strand of my hair Scented geranium body, to rise the horizon of flaming voice inside me I dress, I walk on thistle pump to give a thump  It's not about opulence, it's an opportunity to carry myself Along with me  Want to know What's inside my bag? Pictures are from Baggit leading Indian Bags and accessories designers and manufacturers.  I dedicate this to every women who have encountered with #MeToo situation.  I would also love to appreciate and admire the lady Nina Lekhi   behind Baggit for her ferocious brimming confidence to express her own shrewdness. I have written this content on my own interest to appreciate the brand above. This is not a paid content.

She felt like a grounded feather Bones melted to milk,to feed him Lungs flapped as butterfly   Eyes a pair of cocoon, to embrace him Wrinkles straightened with his warmth Her eyes drools on his features  Tablets appeared to candies,  He left her there  She felt the real pain of labor and delivery.                                                                     -Shraesta Suresh

The word 'SMART' is the favorable word when I was a kid. "She is smart enough to handle this work. "Her looks are smart". These sentences made my times. Interestingly, we human beings are already  SMARTIANS. Our intention is to be smart in every tasks that we take in charge and so nothing wrong in preferring smart gadgets and to join hand with flipkart   #SmartHomeRevolution   Smart portable room air purifier, Smart watches, Smart lights, Smart cameras, Smart mobiles,Smart tv, Smart door locks, Smart health band, Smart assistants, Smart ceiling fan, Smart A/C, Smart tracker, Smart V/R glasses who else can provide so many smart gadgets to your doorstep than our most trusted and assured Flipkart . So, come all you readers let's join with flipkart in campaigning #GetFitWithFlipkart  to shape ourselves like Indian soldiers to fight back occurrences. Smart Watches: Watches are my favorite accessories to wear which makes me feel more punctual but with pen...

It was a weekend. I stood from my bed with slothy eyes and walked towards the bathroom and started thinking what to cook today for three times. I flushed out my toxins and came out to relax myself in the couch. I took out my lifeline(mobile) and started to check out the notifications from instagram pages. Fortunately, one particular page navigated me to licious page. Their posts voraciously flooded my mouth. I immediately browsed into their official website, to my dreadful awe I loved their dedication and exclusive way of designing and presentation of website to fulfill the customers tummy with meat meal. You know what they have got?? Marinades, cold cuts, country chicken, meat mince, crabs,lobsters, spreads and pickles and lot more to bring twist of taste to our tongue. To be honest I don't trust such online stores easily. So, I thought of ordering a seafood to check out their order taking process, offers and coupons, delivery time, tracking the order,delivery packag...

Its night The moon is buzzed with stars, While I’m buzzed with females Sucking. Let’s keep noise every day in everything we do It fights to bite my petal skin to imbibe nectar Mood for the mosquitoes Mood for Wimbledon One giant leap for womankind I lift my weapon to give a exquisite shot I took a backhand drop shot like the crowned  Angelique kerber As mustards pops out in tempering She burns in high voltage with metallic scent You know  “God is a woman” When she gets her rackets on hand. Who am I? Name me if you can?   This post is a part of   Write Over the Weekend , an initiative for   Indian Bloggers   by BlogAdda .’

I suck under every gracious floral   I imbibe long chain of dripping red honey White petal turns RED My wings are always open for you Girl Feel comfort and sky high with ankle booties Let the era talk about our post war PERIOD .                                                          With forever love,                                                           Sanitary Napkins

I want to be famous I want to be an icon I want millions of heart to shout my name I want those millions to shed tear on my funeral I want to break records I want to hear gossips and scoopwhoop news  I want to snatch that number one position I want to scribble my name as an autograph I want to have BMW m5  I want to be remembered forever Then I realized that fame comes with hindrance of solitary No one knows, and will ever know Because I have become three dimensional figure with No flaws No regret No insecurities With no time to spend on my time Can't understand anything about what I've become Six minutes of fame All I need is Scattered village with cluster of whitewashed mud brick homes Cuddled amid green barley fields.

Give me a five  You are born in planet 'The Earth' Give me a five  You are born as a homo sapien Give me a five For that you still survive shamelessly Give me a five For trusting your inner unknown echoes Give me a five For your hearing patience over back talkers and whisperers Give me a five For not giving up your pride in all broken situations Give me a five For leading the life after witnessing the real pain of death  Give me a five  Finally, to your soul who leads caged life inside a body for years.

The clock on the wall like my bomb ticking The fan on the roof  Like sharp knives The mobile on the hand Like my lifeline  My time and numbers running Here and there  Speechless, mad,sordid, without any point Doubted, expressionless, knackered, naked There's only one soul listening and watching Loneliness, the biggest killer In my four corners of the world.

Elevated coconut trees with  heads of serpents thundering to blow off coconuts into halves Lightnings energizes sweet water  Clouds extract every pulp to coconut milk Breezy air blows with strong essence with high antioxidants Silky liquids from nuts without any emulsifiers, additives, hydrogenated fats Full of flavor for my skin and hair, pouring virgin coconut oil Showers like a ayurvedic rain to refresh my dullness Every drop from the dark clouds moisturizes my skin Lowers bad cholesterol with a single lick  Controls acne, dandruff, gives out fluffy volume of hair I glow every rain oily season without any need of head and body massages  Every drop I save by rain oil harvesting All I need is the magical cloud of coconut oil  So that my town remains unknown of the word "Bald". ‘ This post is a part of   Write Over the Weekend , an initiative for   Indian Bloggers   by BlogAdda .’ 

Dark midnight blue, flute of air Kindling the moon with our plate of  love Snowfall shreds chocolate fudge brownie skin with choco buttercream frosting, Fingers frozen as jolly rancher lollipops Melts to ooze out cocoa of love  from our pieced molten lava eyes, Gravity suffered diabetic to pull as apart Creepy black hole came into existence to germinate Three's crowd of Cynicism, suspicion turned down my love redness to Carolina reaper red Those burns cut like a knife Three's crowd Ran down my spine into veins and that's the hottest part, Was not the seed like everyone thinks, Three's crowd  Heat scale rosed up with chilly heads to love those burns.

I relaxed myself sitting on the couch playing tom & Jerry game on mobile Doorbell rang, I sluggishly opened the door I saw 3 members standing a woman, a man and a little girl Who are they actually? How can I describe? The lady looked gorgeous, her supernova eyes, hair radiating like sunrays, candy apple lips With her harmonious voice, she introduced herself -‘I’m your existing problem’ Uff! You are already making party in my life as a DJ creating lots of hiccups, What else do you need? I’m sorry these days; I stayed outside your wall. It’s time to reveal inner depth of the problem at epicentre of your home she replied My heart weighed like a lock waiting for its key to release Authority was approved to her to enter my life I’m a girl who believes karma is a boomerang She hopped to queue the playlist in my life. With beardless cheeks and chin scarcely needed a razor with a clear sky blue eyes looked into me and said I’m your happiness OMG!! Thanks ...

She no longer, loves me Why? Asked my heart to brain and so brain asked to my heart, I laughed, as she proposed me and now she rejects me I could hear her tingling sound of anklets, I could visualize her venomous smile, Will she feel the pain of my heart? Will she know that my tummy butterflies are puking lava flames like dragons?   One too many I’m arrested on sides of pouring glasses Smelling aromatics from the bitter bottles One too many Liquids are more viscous, Glasses are prone to spilling, One too many Hey, wait a second did you think I’m in a bar getting alcoholic addicted to her love If you think so, shoot your brain to reach the seventh hell, I’m not even gonna give my shit for her love I’m here at my paradise with my own angel, Measuring her wrist size to cuff her hand with diamond bangle, One too many cups of steaming Citrus and mint garnished Rasam prepared by mom, Her warmth of hugs and kisses boozes me to slurp her coc...