MOWMITA SUR
Author Feature - December 2021
Mowmita Sur is a freelance writer, poet and a blogger from India. She thinks that she possesses the trait of a beautiful fairy while trying to hide her unicorn friend from the savage world. She has garnered much acclaim for her poems and has received many accolades for her writings at both the National and International levels.
She writes sweet and witty fiction, non-fiction, horror and mysteries. Her characters are clever and fearless, putting her own characteristics into them. Fantasy is her favourite genre, often inspired by real world. Mowmita spends most of her time reading, cooking, painting, dancing and traveling the world and catching her favourite shows.
She is the rhyming queen. Her latest work is an anthology of poems. From her predominant hues, this whimsical fairy conjures up an eclectic, even eccentric image through the diverse collection of endeavors she is experiencing. As she proclaims - "glittering dust on my fairy wings...I fly to fairyland in jings!" Quirky is what you might expect from this author.
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POETRY
SOMETIMES, EVEN THE SIMPLEST OF THINGS GIVE ME PLEASURE
Sometimes, even the simplest of things give me pleasure.
Like observing a hummingbird flying backward,
Like catching a butterfly under the starry sky,
Like watching a Siberian crane by the shallow marshland.
Sometimes, even the simplest of things give me pleasure,
Like the kingfisher swoops off, fish in beak,
Back to its vantage point as it peeks,
Like staring at the wondrous marine life,
The colourful corals and reefs.
Sometimes, even the simplest of things give me pleasure,
Like when raindrops dripped off my face,
Like the earthy aroma after a rain shower,
Like the incredibly sensual scent of jasmine flower.
Sometimes, even the simplest of things give me pleasure,
Like seeing honeybees collecting nectar,
That entices the bees to the flower,
Like looking sunshine on the wings of the dragonflies,
Like grabbing a glimpse of magical fireflies,
Like rippling sound of waterfalls under the moonlit night,
Like birds feeding the nestlings is a beautiful sight.
Sometimes, even the simplest of things give me pleasure,
Ponies galloping on the green meadows,
Daffodils swinging in the air,
When I see love and peace everywhere.
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WHILE I SLEEP
I still count down the days of December
and go to sleep on Christmas eve
Anticipating a gift waking up next morning
My inner child does exist
While I sleep, I wished in my dreams
I prayed Saint Nicholas to hear
Well-being for everyone
Peace, love and harmony for my family
And a charitable year
Even in the gloomiest of winters
London is positively sparkling
And spreading its love in every corner
As they kiss under sprigs of mistletoe
White flurries falls from the sky
I see the white Christmas of London
Awestruck by its beauty
It's like a winter wonderland
And I ended up singing
Let it snow… let it snow… let it snow
The brilliant sight
That made my eyes sparkle and face glow
While I sleep, I wished in my dreams
I prayed Saint Nicholas to hear
Well-being for everyone
Peace, love and harmony for my family
And a charitable year
As I witness the magical affair in my dreams
The mulled wine began flowing
And the carols start chiming
When Hogwarts wizards makes snow
That never melts
Create flames without fire
Thus, how magic brought to life
Making it spectacular
‘Twas the night before Christmas
I hear the jingle bells ring afar
The reindeer-driven cart, bringing the gifts
Santa will always be real
And Christmas is a magical affair
There are few things
That can't stop me in any predicament
And I believe doing good deeds
Without any reward
As it's the greatest contentment of the heart
While I sleep, I wished in my dreams
I prayed Saint Nicholas to hear
My hopes, my dreams, my fears
And everything that I can leer
My subconscious so keen
Or so it seems as I believe
Happiness often come
As a by-product of doing good deeds
As I wish blessings, much happiness, and even more love
While I sleep, I wished in my dreams
I prayed Saint Nicholas to hear
Well-being for everyone
Peace, love and harmony for my family
And a charitable year
Oh, the magical Christmas
It's always interesting, fascinating and adventurous
The snowshoe hare hides under the Christmas tree
She is invisible because of her white coat
This is the time to grin with glee
And the wine to toast
And there are stories hidden under the snow
About some other places or countries around the world
While I sleep, I wished in my dreams
I prayed Saint Nicholas to hear
Well-being for everyone
Peace, love and harmony for my family
And a charitable year