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Sunita Paul (India) – Founder of Aabs Publishing House

Dear June

Don’t know whether you will be a curse or a boon But come what may Hopes will make a way There will be light again Banishing all sorrows and pain In a year you are the centre of attraction Half gone and half in anticipation 2020 the first part was a waste Dear June, pray you make the second half best Let the planet smile and shine once more May love and peace be restored.

Lockdown Tunnel

Seems to have no exit But then life can never stop nor can we quit So we move on and on Till we find the hopeful rays of dawn The journey has some joys and thrills Some unnecessary jerks and frills Hidden mysteries and dark secrets The frustration needs an outlet The journey full of hunger and thirst Agonies which may anytime burst But still with only one thing that is called HOPE Which gives us strength to survive and cope It gives us aspiration to look for the light The entrance to the tunnel is now far, so hopes to meet the end is near our sight.

What poetry means to me

The best way to express my feelings,
To unwrap my inhibitions,
Outburst of my emotions,
Also teaches me in worldly dealings.
Means to banish war and strife,
Give freedom to each life,
To break rules and set free,
To aim what you wannabe.
Can save someone depressed,
Convey your love so far compressed,
Words can give solace and peace of mind
Remind of the memories you left behind.
Is a form of life for me,
When I get hurted by thee,
Its a shelter where I always long to be,
And helps a new revelation of me.

Ocean of Life

As the sun sets down on the horizon,I look out at the sky, And suddenly my random thoughts began to fly. I go deep down the memory lane. Struggling to remain calm and sane, I am like a sailor, lost at the sea, Riding wave after wave the sea throws at me. Trying to get a glimpse of the journey ahead, Fighting hard to stay in this battle till I’m tired and dead. Keeping a sharp lookout for land Where i can again get the strength to stand. I wandered through the currents,of pain and sorrows, Yearning for a better tomorrow. As i sail on, into the sunset,watching the ocean so vast, Life,seems has a way of repeating itself and resurrecting the errors of past. Lost in this sea of life,when you least expect the best, Life throws a spanner in the best laid plans and you never know the rest. So I fight to stay awake, i fight for another day! I carry hopes with me where all is happy and gay. The ocean of life ,be it calm and smooth,or stormy and rough, I sail in through the time and tide,daring all things difficult and tough.

Sleep inside my soul

Sleep inside my soul, I’m tired of playing this double role. The beast inside me sometime awakes, A change in my character it makes. It makes me do evil things, To harm all living beings. But then the angel in myself, Comes forward to help. It helps me regain the good traits, Protect me to fall into baits. Fights the beast away, Keeps all devilish things at bay. But then some people come up strong, They take me always wrong. Mistake my kindness as weakness, Try to make my life a mess. So when I pen down these lines, I wanna say I’m fine. As long as you don’t challenge me, I won’t let my evil part for you to see. Let the beast sleep inside my soul, Till I reach my goal. Of resting in peace, Where my soul and body will be at ease.


Some women are lost in fire,
Some are built from it,
Some have an irresistible desire,
To enjoy life in every bit.

Let the fire burn in you,
And you can get smoothly through.
In every rough phases of life,
You can conquer all war and strife.

Women,you are the strongest of all,
Just keep your head held high and stand tall.
Never degrade your self esteem,
Your character is a virtue you can never redeem.


Books are like:
Inhaling words and exhaling life , if it’s fresh and clean then keeps mind healthy , but dangerous if polluted with nasty contents .
Ignites passion , melts emotions and burns us with desire and sometimes spreads like forest fire .
Our thirst for knowledge is quenched , cools and soothes our mind , purify our thoughts but again dirty contents may make us sick .
It’s where our feelings die or thoughts take birth ,here again some books give peace some disrupt .
Shelters us when we feel stray but also some contents make us feel deserted too .
Company in times of need and real friends indeed but also makes us too much addicted sometimes.
We rely on blindly , get comfort and peace ,but then too much dependence is also not nice .
All we find is love in holding ,touching , reading and feeling each word , every time but then over possession or over caring makes one selfish sometime .

Seasonal Heart

Heart has no season,♡
It can change without any reason
Let’s not be confined to feeling’s prison.

First comes the spring,
Love and joys it may be bring,
With blooming flowers, wedding bells ring.

The summer’s scorching heat,
Can cause random hearts to beat,
You will find more lovers cheat.

Now comes the rain,
There is romance and pain,
Takes us down memory lane.

The falling autumn leaves,
A nostalgic spell it weaves,
A heartbreak feeling it gives.

Be it cold and frosty winter,
Heart is the attraction center,
So warm love can be made gentler.

So let’s not change our love for any reason,
Let’s not depart for the changing season,
Let your heart rule your mind and you just listen.

Empty Homes

And my lame thoughts roam The deafening silence Makes me more tensed The vaccum so vast Don’t know how long will it last The white blank walls Where are they all ? The master bed Where mom last laid My father’s arm-chair Which is longing for it’s master’s care All lie bare and deserted Happiness is defeated The memories echo in my heart Now they are my integral part They all left me and went to rest In this empty nest.


When the day breaks and world wakes Even the flowers don’t know till date what lies in their fate Where their place will be , they wait until destiny lets them see In temples or funerals Hospitals where heart fail In beloved’s hand or pages of a book In a rich decorative vase with artificial look Sometimes loved , at times ignored But a flower never forgets to bloom , Be it a sunny day or weather so gloom Come what may , they wither and decay But they spread their love and fragrance in their own special way If they can do then why can’t we Just live the moment now as we wannabe

Cry of Mother Earth

I’m burning in agony and pain
Oh!!Clouds please cry and fall as rain.
Nature has been ruined and trampled by mankind,
No more peace in my planet you will find.
My heart beats as shocks and tremors,
I have heard global warming in rumours.
Pollutants destroyed all my sources of life,
In my lap,there’s no peace,only war and strife.
All lifeforms are slowly becoming extinct,
To destroy and destruct has become human’s basic instinct.
Today I’m crying for all what is lost and gone forever,
A beautiful earth is now a dream which can never come true ever.


My reflection in the rippling water,
Showed me my inner self,
Mystic,magestic and sensous
I feel strong and need no ones help.
I have a heart full of emotions,
And a mind filled with passions.
With a strong and reliable sixth sense
I define myself as a woman of substance.
I’m proud of myself because I know my value,
I’ll never settle for anything less than you.
If you ever decline my love,
Will say nothing, but look above.
And when I’m hurt or upset,
My eyes easily get wet.
But my heart is strong enough to stand the pain,
I’m sure that it will never break again.


She and The Beast


Seema was doing her homework but was not at all attentive at her studies. She was just looking at the clock and the thought of her private teacher Subhas Das’s arrival time is approaching made her terrified. It wasn’t for his strictness but for his perverted attitude was Seema petrified this much. It was a shame that she could not even relate to any one of her friends. A student of the sixth standard, Seema was a bright and beautiful girl. She was always in a happy and jovial mood. Being a single child, she enjoyed all the attention of her parents and was greatly pampered. Since she had no siblings, her mother was her true companion. She was Seema’s friend, philosopher, and guide. She used to discuss everything with her mom. But today she couldn’t go and open up her heart even to mummy. Subhas, a man in his mid thirties had been appointed to coach Seema at her place. He used to come every evening. He was a stern disciplinarian and a great taskmaster. He used to teach Seema very well and she was greatly improving in her studies. All was going so well until yesterday, an incident changed the present scenario. It was when Seema’s mom had gone to the local market, leaving her daughter in the safe custody of her private tutor. Only the cook was in the kitchen. Seema, as usual, was busy in her studies when Subhas asked her some absurd questions which were too embarrassing and Seema felt very shy. He drew pictures of girls lingerie and asked whether she wears them or not. When she didn’t answer, he slapped. Seema started crying and wanted to go away, Subhas then comforted her and said that it’s a part of education and she should never discuss with anyone. He also said that if she tells anyone then he will punish her. He started fondling and molesting her to which Seema felt very uneasy and fled to the kitchen where the cook was and made some excuse to stay there. Subhas called out for her many times and then, at last, got up and went home. But before going wrote in her notebook that the next time he will have more fun and if she tells her parents no one will believe her. Seema out of fear and disgust was so depressed that she couldn’t decide what the best thing to do was. Though she was a very young girl, she understood that whatever her teacher did to her was wrong and it's he who should be punished. Slowly she gathered herself and went to her best friend, her mother, and told her everything, each minute's details. Upon hearing the entire episode Seema’s mother was shocked and at the same time very angry, and waited patiently till Subhas arrived. The moment he entered the house Seema’s mom closed the door and slapped him tightly. She said that she knew of all the happenings. She insulted him by saying that if someone had done the same to his daughter, what would he have done. She abused him, asked him to immediately leave the house and threatened that if he is seen anywhere nearby, he will face bad consequences. Subhas, the highly educated man with a great social reputation just gathered himself, with shame, his head down and with silence on his lips went out of the house. He was attacked all of sudden and so couldn’t cook up any stories. Seema ran to her mother, heaved a sigh of relief and hugged her tightly.

Sunita Paul