I'm finally able to protect my own spark, to keep a tiny spot shining in the dark.
I can finally hear the chirping birds in the rain, and see the blooming flowers amidst the fog again.
A little bit of clarity and some piece of mind, my own space where my true self I can find.
Now I dare to peek from the door's lock.
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I can finally hear the chirping birds in the rain, and see the blooming flowers amidst the fog again.
A little bit of clarity and some piece of mind, my own space where my true self I can find.
Now I dare to peek from the door's lock.
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Shining
'Why's it so cold dady?' little Shia asks, shivering. The rain is pouring outside, the raindrops falling with intensity of bullets coming out of machine guns. It has been raining cats and dogs for a week. The water was everywhere, even in their own house. The supply of food has run out and all they could feel was the numbness from the cold.
The poor man looks through the torn roof at the darkened sky. 'Because the sun is not up yet' he says with a saddened look on his face. 'Why dad?" Shia asks innocently. The poor man thinks hard, 'Why?'. He had to keep talking to Shia, she has caught a high fever, the cold has been particularly hard on her and now the rain, he was afraid that if she closes her eyes she'd never open them again.
'He must have become lazy because of the rain.' the poor man replies. Shia tries to say something but breaks into a coughing fit. The man gets concerned, the lines of worry etched across his face. He takes his daughter in his arm and hugs her tightly so that the cold spell would not touch her. Her tremors shakes his heart in a devastating earthquakes. Not a piece of warm clothing was left in the house that wasn't soaked, they had to sit in a corner at some height to keep above the surface.
As he keeps his daughter close he feels comforted and dozes off with only one thing in his mind, he need the sun to come out for his daughter.
When he opens his eyes Shia is already on her feet searching for something, rain is still pattering on the roof and glass windows, it's still intensely cold but Shia looks alright. 'What are you doing?' the man asks Shia. 'Trying to find an umbrella' she replies sweetly, "Why?" The poor man asks.
'I don't think the sun is lazy' she replies, 'so I'm going to go out and check on him if he is ok or whether he has caught cold?' hearing her daughter's reply the man's heart softens and tears well up his eyes. He feels proud of her for caring about others while she was herself cold.
He looks up at the sky and suddenly an idea pops up into his head, what if?... He thinks deeply cupping his chin. Then he suddenly gets up finds a ladder and the umbrella, he was going to make the sun shine. He climbs the ladder and covers the sun with his umbrella so the rain wouldn't touch it.
A cold drop drops on top of the man's nose waking him up from his slumber, the birds are chirping in the distance and the sun is shining in front of him. It's warm again, he looks towards the umbrella sitting right beside him and questions himself, did he really do that?
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'Why's it so cold dady?' little Shia asks, shivering. The rain is pouring outside, the raindrops falling with intensity of bullets coming out of machine guns. It has been raining cats and dogs for a week. The water was everywhere, even in their own house. The supply of food has run out and all they could feel was the numbness from the cold.
The poor man looks through the torn roof at the darkened sky. 'Because the sun is not up yet' he says with a saddened look on his face. 'Why dad?" Shia asks innocently. The poor man thinks hard, 'Why?'. He had to keep talking to Shia, she has caught a high fever, the cold has been particularly hard on her and now the rain, he was afraid that if she closes her eyes she'd never open them again.
'He must have become lazy because of the rain.' the poor man replies. Shia tries to say something but breaks into a coughing fit. The man gets concerned, the lines of worry etched across his face. He takes his daughter in his arm and hugs her tightly so that the cold spell would not touch her. Her tremors shakes his heart in a devastating earthquakes. Not a piece of warm clothing was left in the house that wasn't soaked, they had to sit in a corner at some height to keep above the surface.
As he keeps his daughter close he feels comforted and dozes off with only one thing in his mind, he need the sun to come out for his daughter.
When he opens his eyes Shia is already on her feet searching for something, rain is still pattering on the roof and glass windows, it's still intensely cold but Shia looks alright. 'What are you doing?' the man asks Shia. 'Trying to find an umbrella' she replies sweetly, "Why?" The poor man asks.
'I don't think the sun is lazy' she replies, 'so I'm going to go out and check on him if he is ok or whether he has caught cold?' hearing her daughter's reply the man's heart softens and tears well up his eyes. He feels proud of her for caring about others while she was herself cold.
He looks up at the sky and suddenly an idea pops up into his head, what if?... He thinks deeply cupping his chin. Then he suddenly gets up finds a ladder and the umbrella, he was going to make the sun shine. He climbs the ladder and covers the sun with his umbrella so the rain wouldn't touch it.
A cold drop drops on top of the man's nose waking him up from his slumber, the birds are chirping in the distance and the sun is shining in front of him. It's warm again, he looks towards the umbrella sitting right beside him and questions himself, did he really do that?
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A breath away
I told you i was a breath away
On the day i cried alone -
Hiding in the cave of my arms
While your shoulder was -
Pillar for someone else
On the day i begged you with my eyes
To spare me of all the misery
Your face advertising happiness
You laughed on my weakness
On the day i told you i might die
When i crawled for you to spare me another day
On the day i told you i was a breath away
That, that was my unsaid goodbye
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I told you i was a breath away
On the day i cried alone -
Hiding in the cave of my arms
While your shoulder was -
Pillar for someone else
On the day i begged you with my eyes
To spare me of all the misery
Your face advertising happiness
You laughed on my weakness
On the day i told you i might die
When i crawled for you to spare me another day
On the day i told you i was a breath away
That, that was my unsaid goodbye
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Anokhi Part 2
Anokhi could feel the raw hard wooden protruded bridge under her feet. There was no big monster standing and challenging her in front of her. It was just darkness. In the rush, she had forgotten she would be needing something to light her path or was it just her inexperience in exploring this part only during the dusk. Yet, she was confident, it was the place where she had needed to jump. She fastened her gown and checked on her knives. Everything was in place. A throne should never be left empty. Its heir should always accompany it. Anokhi was that heir. After five days, she had to sit on that as their new leader. Tomorrow had to be the day when they would be starting the proceedings. She would be back by the dawn but if she couldn’t, her grandma and Alok would be there to lead the people like they always. Same as they did when her Father went missing one day.
As Anokhi jumped into the water, cold, soft surface inhaled her inside. It was chilling and comforting. The more she dived deeper, more it relieved her. She didn’t know what she needed to let go. She just knew it was perhaps first time in a very long time when she had left her cozy, warm, comforts and decided to choose a road which wouldn’t be a possibility if she complied for even one more day.
As she reached the other side, she got hold of a branch and climbed it up. When she listened to the sound of her gown getting torn amidst the little thorny twigs, she couldn’t resist a smile. She was there. She wondered if the big bad mountain was still smoky or it was fueled with something else at the midnight. Holding onto the branches and keeping in mind the mosses and cruel stones, she started climbing the mountain. Even though her eyes weren’t a help, yet she marched forward. Getting lost wasn’t in the agenda. More than her face, she had stared at this monster. She could forget herself but not the big dark thing she was climbing upon.
Yet, she was lost. She might have conquered the mountain from one side but she had no idea how did it look like from the other side. While sitting beside a cave, Anokhi assembled few stones and lit up a torch made up of branches and leaves. Looking around, she decided to explore the cave first.
Grasses and moistures disappeared and rough and dry stones appeared and as she went further inside, she was stunned with another green civilization. She kept walking. It was a world inside its own and she wanted to know where it would end. Before long, she discovered her torch wasn’t enough to light up the whole cave and it was something else. Another source of light. Her pace increased. But as she kept walking, she could listen to the sounds before she saw the source of white light coming through a door which was half open and half closed. She thought it was perhaps the other side of the mountain. She quietly approached the door and once she was there, she peeked through the stone entrance whose down side was closed and upper part was open. It was pouring outside. The sound must be coming from the collision of the water from the stone. Even though it was raining, the day was as bright as the Sun. Her gaze ran towards the Sun. A man had held an umbrella on to it. It was such a mesmerizing view that Anokhi didn’t know when did she climbed upon that half-closed stone door and jumped at the other side. But once she was on the other side, Sunlight disappeared and so did her consciousness.
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Anokhi could feel the raw hard wooden protruded bridge under her feet. There was no big monster standing and challenging her in front of her. It was just darkness. In the rush, she had forgotten she would be needing something to light her path or was it just her inexperience in exploring this part only during the dusk. Yet, she was confident, it was the place where she had needed to jump. She fastened her gown and checked on her knives. Everything was in place. A throne should never be left empty. Its heir should always accompany it. Anokhi was that heir. After five days, she had to sit on that as their new leader. Tomorrow had to be the day when they would be starting the proceedings. She would be back by the dawn but if she couldn’t, her grandma and Alok would be there to lead the people like they always. Same as they did when her Father went missing one day.
As Anokhi jumped into the water, cold, soft surface inhaled her inside. It was chilling and comforting. The more she dived deeper, more it relieved her. She didn’t know what she needed to let go. She just knew it was perhaps first time in a very long time when she had left her cozy, warm, comforts and decided to choose a road which wouldn’t be a possibility if she complied for even one more day.
As she reached the other side, she got hold of a branch and climbed it up. When she listened to the sound of her gown getting torn amidst the little thorny twigs, she couldn’t resist a smile. She was there. She wondered if the big bad mountain was still smoky or it was fueled with something else at the midnight. Holding onto the branches and keeping in mind the mosses and cruel stones, she started climbing the mountain. Even though her eyes weren’t a help, yet she marched forward. Getting lost wasn’t in the agenda. More than her face, she had stared at this monster. She could forget herself but not the big dark thing she was climbing upon.
Yet, she was lost. She might have conquered the mountain from one side but she had no idea how did it look like from the other side. While sitting beside a cave, Anokhi assembled few stones and lit up a torch made up of branches and leaves. Looking around, she decided to explore the cave first.
Grasses and moistures disappeared and rough and dry stones appeared and as she went further inside, she was stunned with another green civilization. She kept walking. It was a world inside its own and she wanted to know where it would end. Before long, she discovered her torch wasn’t enough to light up the whole cave and it was something else. Another source of light. Her pace increased. But as she kept walking, she could listen to the sounds before she saw the source of white light coming through a door which was half open and half closed. She thought it was perhaps the other side of the mountain. She quietly approached the door and once she was there, she peeked through the stone entrance whose down side was closed and upper part was open. It was pouring outside. The sound must be coming from the collision of the water from the stone. Even though it was raining, the day was as bright as the Sun. Her gaze ran towards the Sun. A man had held an umbrella on to it. It was such a mesmerizing view that Anokhi didn’t know when did she climbed upon that half-closed stone door and jumped at the other side. But once she was on the other side, Sunlight disappeared and so did her consciousness.
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My moon you may still be,
As yours I had once upon a time been!
My long past, mistakes done fast,
Darken your mood, so you need no repast!
You dull your ears and so you don't hear,
My cries for you to come back to me dear!
My regret, darkens your heart amok
As you gaze into it round-the-clock!!
Give me a break and let me be near
Never shall I give you, a chance to shed even one more tear!
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As yours I had once upon a time been!
My long past, mistakes done fast,
Darken your mood, so you need no repast!
You dull your ears and so you don't hear,
My cries for you to come back to me dear!
My regret, darkens your heart amok
As you gaze into it round-the-clock!!
Give me a break and let me be near
Never shall I give you, a chance to shed even one more tear!
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Moonlit Reflection
The only thought that crosses my mind,
When this distance has us confined
That maybe it is for us to discern,
How far our love travels, how much we yearn
To taste the elixir of each other’s soul
And to cherish the depthless portrayal made of charcoal,
For we live under the same stars,
United by the constellations of different avatars.
Never trust the moon, they say
She always keeps changing, always has her way,
But her beauty has us all dazed
Isn’t she the epitome of love and grace?
Oh! How many times you declared
You would bring the moon unimpaired,
Now we look at the same moon and reminisce the dedication,
All the times our souls melted to the warmth of passion.
All I want is for you to remember what they say,
Absence is to love, what wind is to fire,
It extinguishes the small,
But inflames the great
And I know deep within my brain,
That these borders are mere fritters going vain
They might separate lands for all we know,
But they will never separate our souls.
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The only thought that crosses my mind,
When this distance has us confined
That maybe it is for us to discern,
How far our love travels, how much we yearn
To taste the elixir of each other’s soul
And to cherish the depthless portrayal made of charcoal,
For we live under the same stars,
United by the constellations of different avatars.
Never trust the moon, they say
She always keeps changing, always has her way,
But her beauty has us all dazed
Isn’t she the epitome of love and grace?
Oh! How many times you declared
You would bring the moon unimpaired,
Now we look at the same moon and reminisce the dedication,
All the times our souls melted to the warmth of passion.
All I want is for you to remember what they say,
Absence is to love, what wind is to fire,
It extinguishes the small,
But inflames the great
And I know deep within my brain,
That these borders are mere fritters going vain
They might separate lands for all we know,
But they will never separate our souls.
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No moon is as bright as your heart,
no sun can give the warmth your soul grants.
Shall it rain in the scrapes of my thoughts, let me sneak a peek of your light and erase my drops of black.
And I promise if you put my shreds together with faith, I shall be your dream coming true.
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no sun can give the warmth your soul grants.
Shall it rain in the scrapes of my thoughts, let me sneak a peek of your light and erase my drops of black.
And I promise if you put my shreds together with faith, I shall be your dream coming true.
#review #Noob #wca #wcpp #prose