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.
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Domesday
the night the moon was whole
Deep in to the pit was when i fall
Love, they say - it flows smooth
Love, i say - it is full of bruises
On a half moon, one dark night
Where stars were dead - i lost my knight
The fare well for forever
To never cross roads or talk to one another
Good byes are for the dead not for the living
Painful in my mind goodbyes i avoid
And yet
Goodbye i was told
My love just got lost
Goodbye as a boarder
He became a stranger
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the night the moon was whole
Deep in to the pit was when i fall
Love, they say - it flows smooth
Love, i say - it is full of bruises
On a half moon, one dark night
Where stars were dead - i lost my knight
The fare well for forever
To never cross roads or talk to one another
Good byes are for the dead not for the living
Painful in my mind goodbyes i avoid
And yet
Goodbye i was told
My love just got lost
Goodbye as a boarder
He became a stranger
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"Yes I can and I will, Just I have to change my view even I can fly"
I certainly don't regret my experiences because without them,I couldn't imagine who or where I would be today.Life is an amazing gift to those who overcome great obstacles,and attitude is everything.The people you decide to surround yourself with,will leave an imprint in your heart,no matter good or bad for the rest of your life.After being picked up and thrown away by all the people who you thought were your friends,it's hard to get back poon your feet and to get you confidence again.
I certainly don't regret my experience because without them, I couldn't imagine who or where I would be today.
Opportunity knocks once; Snatch it,"I can and I will".
Challenge, small or big;Face it,"I can and I will".
If bigger things don't happen,let me look for happiness in the small moments,the small occasions,coming by.
Why should I keep waiting for bigger momens?What if they are far away?Will I keep feeling unhappy until then?By thinking these questions to yourself the next thing you tell yourself should be"I can and I will".
Believing in myself, feeling strong,never give up-no matter what the circumstances are ,have made me feel I,m a champion and overcome the dreaded obstacles.on my feelings,be brave to tell the heart:"I am not gonna lose, I will win with all these pains and sorrows". Just let me have a minute and ask myself can I do it,and the answer should be Yes I can and see what I'm capable of doing.I will do my best ;won't ever ever give up.
Let me judge each day not by harvest I reap but by seeds that I plant.
Let my solid persistence change failure into extraordinary achievement.
Let see something positive even in bad situations.Even a stopped clock shows correct time twice a Day..
Like the elephant, how many of us go through life hanging onto a belief that we cannot do something, simply because we failed at it once before?Failure is part of learning,I would never give up my struggles in life!
Just have a magnanimous heart and try to learn through each experience you got.
No one earlier, no one in future - I would love to be absolutely unique! Let me enjoy that uniqueness. Should I have to pretend in order to seem more like someone else? I am not meant to be like someone else. I do not have to lie to conceal the parts of you that are not like what you see in anyone else. I'm meant to be different.
Just spread your hands, the wings you got and see what you can do,even if you want to fly.....
#wca #wcpp #NG #review
I certainly don't regret my experiences because without them,I couldn't imagine who or where I would be today.Life is an amazing gift to those who overcome great obstacles,and attitude is everything.The people you decide to surround yourself with,will leave an imprint in your heart,no matter good or bad for the rest of your life.After being picked up and thrown away by all the people who you thought were your friends,it's hard to get back poon your feet and to get you confidence again.
I certainly don't regret my experience because without them, I couldn't imagine who or where I would be today.
Opportunity knocks once; Snatch it,"I can and I will".
Challenge, small or big;Face it,"I can and I will".
If bigger things don't happen,let me look for happiness in the small moments,the small occasions,coming by.
Why should I keep waiting for bigger momens?What if they are far away?Will I keep feeling unhappy until then?By thinking these questions to yourself the next thing you tell yourself should be"I can and I will".
Believing in myself, feeling strong,never give up-no matter what the circumstances are ,have made me feel I,m a champion and overcome the dreaded obstacles.on my feelings,be brave to tell the heart:"I am not gonna lose, I will win with all these pains and sorrows". Just let me have a minute and ask myself can I do it,and the answer should be Yes I can and see what I'm capable of doing.I will do my best ;won't ever ever give up.
Let me judge each day not by harvest I reap but by seeds that I plant.
Let my solid persistence change failure into extraordinary achievement.
Let see something positive even in bad situations.Even a stopped clock shows correct time twice a Day..
Like the elephant, how many of us go through life hanging onto a belief that we cannot do something, simply because we failed at it once before?Failure is part of learning,I would never give up my struggles in life!
Just have a magnanimous heart and try to learn through each experience you got.
No one earlier, no one in future - I would love to be absolutely unique! Let me enjoy that uniqueness. Should I have to pretend in order to seem more like someone else? I am not meant to be like someone else. I do not have to lie to conceal the parts of you that are not like what you see in anyone else. I'm meant to be different.
Just spread your hands, the wings you got and see what you can do,even if you want to fly.....
#wca #wcpp #NG #review
FEEL AND LOVE IT
It maybe, 2050 in the year and scientifically everything would have been improved but DANCE, it never went out of fashion. Dance is like breath, of our life. We take it seriously, it makes us, the dancers, to make one stand in astonishment while we show off our talents.
The lights focused on the best dancer, she made us feel awe. That's when I felt, to become as like her. But it wasn't that easy. During childhood days we may think big and hope to reach out but we come to know its hardships when we see it seriously.
I had a chance to shine yet a disaster showed up. My ancestors had a similar epidemic like this. I hoped it could go away soon. But it didn’t go away, rather my hopes faded day by day.
And to the core of my worst days, I got captured as I wandered around. They said they would let me go after observing me whether I had that virus or not, by keeping me for a few days.
When I entered the room which was vacated for me, I completely forgot about my dreams. I felt empty. I cooperated with them just to get the hell out of here.
While I was watching the outside world through the glass door from inside a tiny room, I heard a thud on the glass door which was on right to me. It was like a glass window to interact with the other people who are being captured like me and kept on here in another room and it was made for people to not be bored.
I saw a boy in that room who could be the same age as me, he used his hand gestures to ask me why I was all sad.
Even though he's in here, he hasn't lost hopes and he's active as usual which was once I had. He reminds me of myself. I answered him that I don't know.
He tried to get along with me even after I cursed him so many times. Then one day he danced as he was making fun of it, the dance art.
Furious filled in me and I shouted at him, he got shocked and asked why. I remained silent as I didn't know what came into me itself at that second.
A few minutes later I asked him why he was making fun out of precious dance art. He said that he just loves to do it in his way to relieve the stress he had. I didn’t believe him.
We argued about it when I said that dance is a serious art he denied it and said that it was an art which moulds according to the person and it can be defined in various ways for each person.
At last, he gave up. As there was no one, I had to get along with him. Days passed on like water flowing continuously.
Before the last day, he dared me to dance in the way I like and love to. It was a silly game but that changed my whole perspective of thinking.
When I danced freely, that's when I acquired so many energetic feelings, happiness and lots of positive feelings. This made me go on and on and at one point I realised that he was still watching me silently with a pleasant smile on his face. I smiled at him as a thank you.
The next day was up quick. We were leaving the place which I once called sick but now I call it divine as he was there and made me realise the most important thing.
Never ever try to do anything just like that as like how one does it. Feel it, love it, get a connection in it and that's when you do one thing like a masterpiece. He taught me that.
We were at the entrance gate. Our eyes sparkled at each other. I said it was great to meet him in here otherwise I would have been dead. He chuckled and said through his eyes that we'll meet again and went on towards the left as I took the right path.
Hopes gradually arose in me and it brought the shine all over the stage focusing on me only just like HER.
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It maybe, 2050 in the year and scientifically everything would have been improved but DANCE, it never went out of fashion. Dance is like breath, of our life. We take it seriously, it makes us, the dancers, to make one stand in astonishment while we show off our talents.
The lights focused on the best dancer, she made us feel awe. That's when I felt, to become as like her. But it wasn't that easy. During childhood days we may think big and hope to reach out but we come to know its hardships when we see it seriously.
I had a chance to shine yet a disaster showed up. My ancestors had a similar epidemic like this. I hoped it could go away soon. But it didn’t go away, rather my hopes faded day by day.
And to the core of my worst days, I got captured as I wandered around. They said they would let me go after observing me whether I had that virus or not, by keeping me for a few days.
When I entered the room which was vacated for me, I completely forgot about my dreams. I felt empty. I cooperated with them just to get the hell out of here.
While I was watching the outside world through the glass door from inside a tiny room, I heard a thud on the glass door which was on right to me. It was like a glass window to interact with the other people who are being captured like me and kept on here in another room and it was made for people to not be bored.
I saw a boy in that room who could be the same age as me, he used his hand gestures to ask me why I was all sad.
Even though he's in here, he hasn't lost hopes and he's active as usual which was once I had. He reminds me of myself. I answered him that I don't know.
He tried to get along with me even after I cursed him so many times. Then one day he danced as he was making fun of it, the dance art.
Furious filled in me and I shouted at him, he got shocked and asked why. I remained silent as I didn't know what came into me itself at that second.
A few minutes later I asked him why he was making fun out of precious dance art. He said that he just loves to do it in his way to relieve the stress he had. I didn’t believe him.
We argued about it when I said that dance is a serious art he denied it and said that it was an art which moulds according to the person and it can be defined in various ways for each person.
At last, he gave up. As there was no one, I had to get along with him. Days passed on like water flowing continuously.
Before the last day, he dared me to dance in the way I like and love to. It was a silly game but that changed my whole perspective of thinking.
When I danced freely, that's when I acquired so many energetic feelings, happiness and lots of positive feelings. This made me go on and on and at one point I realised that he was still watching me silently with a pleasant smile on his face. I smiled at him as a thank you.
The next day was up quick. We were leaving the place which I once called sick but now I call it divine as he was there and made me realise the most important thing.
Never ever try to do anything just like that as like how one does it. Feel it, love it, get a connection in it and that's when you do one thing like a masterpiece. He taught me that.
We were at the entrance gate. Our eyes sparkled at each other. I said it was great to meet him in here otherwise I would have been dead. He chuckled and said through his eyes that we'll meet again and went on towards the left as I took the right path.
Hopes gradually arose in me and it brought the shine all over the stage focusing on me only just like HER.
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Distress of Surrender
She has fought several wars before this,
But this is a fight everyone will reminisce
Her wings replace the ammunition in this fight,
But she still soars above the populace with all her might
For this fight may take away her bag of bones,
But her ardor is more ferocious than the worst of cyclones
For this fight may take away the affirmation,
It cannot crumble her affection
For this fight may damage her control,
It will never cripple her soul
For this fight may leave her incapable,
It cannot leave her in shambles,
This courage, she has, it’s not meant to holler,
It keeps quiet and grows silently in her heart’s corner
For this fight might try its best to pull her down,
To the deep dark dungeons underground
To cuff her hands with strongest of chains,
And gag her with the clothes as rusty as a crane
But she will still fight to survive,
And she will rise beyond the archetype
Because she is an angel with wings so high and sleek,
This cancer will be the one to face defeat.
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She has fought several wars before this,
But this is a fight everyone will reminisce
Her wings replace the ammunition in this fight,
But she still soars above the populace with all her might
For this fight may take away her bag of bones,
But her ardor is more ferocious than the worst of cyclones
For this fight may take away the affirmation,
It cannot crumble her affection
For this fight may damage her control,
It will never cripple her soul
For this fight may leave her incapable,
It cannot leave her in shambles,
This courage, she has, it’s not meant to holler,
It keeps quiet and grows silently in her heart’s corner
For this fight might try its best to pull her down,
To the deep dark dungeons underground
To cuff her hands with strongest of chains,
And gag her with the clothes as rusty as a crane
But she will still fight to survive,
And she will rise beyond the archetype
Because she is an angel with wings so high and sleek,
This cancer will be the one to face defeat.
#wca #wcpp #review #kt
Title: To Ballet Till I Fly
Hair up, tied tight in a knot
Brisk is my walk till I get to my favourite dancing spot
Last I may be, to be chosen to become the prima ballerina
But doubtless and for sure is my show to take me to far off Burma
I may not tango my way to Argentina
Still, a pas de deux with my love is enough to pull me out of this trauma
To Egypt, I may never go
Because my tutu may not really be welcome there, even though I am a pro
"Bravo! Bravo!," the audience bellows
As my whole corps de ballet twirls with the grace of swallows!
Dancing is all I ever wanted,
Pirouetting my way to the life for which I panted
With every dawn, my shadow, in the form of a Bras en couronne
Gives wings to my dream to perform until exhaustion lays me prone
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Hair up, tied tight in a knot
Brisk is my walk till I get to my favourite dancing spot
Last I may be, to be chosen to become the prima ballerina
But doubtless and for sure is my show to take me to far off Burma
I may not tango my way to Argentina
Still, a pas de deux with my love is enough to pull me out of this trauma
To Egypt, I may never go
Because my tutu may not really be welcome there, even though I am a pro
"Bravo! Bravo!," the audience bellows
As my whole corps de ballet twirls with the grace of swallows!
Dancing is all I ever wanted,
Pirouetting my way to the life for which I panted
With every dawn, my shadow, in the form of a Bras en couronne
Gives wings to my dream to perform until exhaustion lays me prone
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THE GIRL WITH WINGS
This is the story of a girl with wings who once took a flight from the Dead and never returned back. Before starting I want to share something, " Life's like a small molecule to everyone, equal for everyone it never differentiates, but it does have a bad habbit of having partiality in fates of beings "
You all must have heard the fact that " Sky's the Limit, Think the unthinkable " though it feels suiting to the ears but it's not in the reality, I only believed in one thing that is " Don't be that loser to think that sky's the limit " ohh you forgot " Think the Unthinkable " we need to make holes in the sky, so that they're visible to the world's Race.
Hey I am Alisha Aggarwal and this is my 12th diary. You know what's good about it, It never breaks your heart, it never ever will hurt you or will betray you it's your ultimate one and the only bestie you got it for your lifetime. You know what they say " An Apple a day keeps the Doctor away " and you know what I say " A Diary a day keeps the saddness away " Awww.....
" Ali...... " Her mom said in a deep hurry. And here's my momma, my cutie sweet modern momma. " You still writing Ali, don't you have EXTERNALS TODAY..... " Yeaah sometimes she's aggressive like a typical mom hehehehe. She's too modern that she even taunts me Everyday when I do things wrong that she'll post my pictures on TINDER for my marriage I mean WHAAATTT THE HELL.......
My typical mom in hurry said " Ali.... Have your milk look at your skinny bones, I am not hearing anything just have your milk FIRST.. " I Replied with deep regret " Hey dad, are we having scarcity of sugar in our house "
She savagely Replied " I still have those pics with me don't force me to post them, hann " " That's not a MARRIAGE SITE, IT'S FOR DATING ARGHHHH " I REPLIED WITH DEEP FRUSTRATION
As like normal days my dad who's pretty cool were dropping me off to my examination centre, but something was telling today's not your day sweetheart. " Honk honk....honk honk... "
PapaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAaaaaaaa *beep* suffering to breathe *beep* " somebody help them Pleaseee " external voices *beep* wheels rubbing over the ground *beep* red bulbs glowing *beep* ...........................................
Friday at 10 : 45 am , we had a car accident. I got a severe spinal cord Injury, also known as quadraplegics is a condition where you recieve a severe trauma on your spinal cord below neck which blocks those nervous cells to send and receive data to the brain. I had a complete quadraplegics, where my whole body under neck is paralysed, I can move my arms a bit though not the finger neither the body and my Dad had the worst.
He got a very heavy clash on his skull, brain. Doctors said that he got a crack on his skull, and a traumatic brain Injury too.
Pretty heartbreaking right, Yeaah I know it's been 3 months now. And this is what I am going to talk about. In the very beginning, I was pretty emotionally broken down, I don't know how my mother handled all that. I keep asking myself Questions like, " why me, what about my life now, what about my dreams. I can't never ever walk now, I am forever alone, I am forever disabled NO ONE WILL EVER LOVE NOW " and it dosent matter how strong, motivated, ultra positive person you are, it dosent matter you'll get stressed out and that's my promise to you. In india, people see quadraplegics as an orthopaedic disability but not as an injury. It is not just that you can’t walk, you are completely paralysed—you don’t have bowel or urine control. Lack of medical insurance, facilities for rehabilitation and very few speciality hospitals that are equipped to take care of those with spinal cord injuries make a quadriplegic’s life in India tough.
One moment you had a fine blessed living, and the other day you are disabled, from Life's INFINITE POSSIBILITIES to completely INVISIBLE. I was blessed to have such a strong family, I thank god for that. It breaks your heart when you hear that majority of people suiciding cause of quadraplegics.
#wca #wcpp #review #tejaskhurana #story
This is the story of a girl with wings who once took a flight from the Dead and never returned back. Before starting I want to share something, " Life's like a small molecule to everyone, equal for everyone it never differentiates, but it does have a bad habbit of having partiality in fates of beings "
You all must have heard the fact that " Sky's the Limit, Think the unthinkable " though it feels suiting to the ears but it's not in the reality, I only believed in one thing that is " Don't be that loser to think that sky's the limit " ohh you forgot " Think the Unthinkable " we need to make holes in the sky, so that they're visible to the world's Race.
Hey I am Alisha Aggarwal and this is my 12th diary. You know what's good about it, It never breaks your heart, it never ever will hurt you or will betray you it's your ultimate one and the only bestie you got it for your lifetime. You know what they say " An Apple a day keeps the Doctor away " and you know what I say " A Diary a day keeps the saddness away " Awww.....
" Ali...... " Her mom said in a deep hurry. And here's my momma, my cutie sweet modern momma. " You still writing Ali, don't you have EXTERNALS TODAY..... " Yeaah sometimes she's aggressive like a typical mom hehehehe. She's too modern that she even taunts me Everyday when I do things wrong that she'll post my pictures on TINDER for my marriage I mean WHAAATTT THE HELL.......
My typical mom in hurry said " Ali.... Have your milk look at your skinny bones, I am not hearing anything just have your milk FIRST.. " I Replied with deep regret " Hey dad, are we having scarcity of sugar in our house "
She savagely Replied " I still have those pics with me don't force me to post them, hann " " That's not a MARRIAGE SITE, IT'S FOR DATING ARGHHHH " I REPLIED WITH DEEP FRUSTRATION
As like normal days my dad who's pretty cool were dropping me off to my examination centre, but something was telling today's not your day sweetheart. " Honk honk....honk honk... "
PapaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAaaaaaaa *beep* suffering to breathe *beep* " somebody help them Pleaseee " external voices *beep* wheels rubbing over the ground *beep* red bulbs glowing *beep* ...........................................
Friday at 10 : 45 am , we had a car accident. I got a severe spinal cord Injury, also known as quadraplegics is a condition where you recieve a severe trauma on your spinal cord below neck which blocks those nervous cells to send and receive data to the brain. I had a complete quadraplegics, where my whole body under neck is paralysed, I can move my arms a bit though not the finger neither the body and my Dad had the worst.
He got a very heavy clash on his skull, brain. Doctors said that he got a crack on his skull, and a traumatic brain Injury too.
Pretty heartbreaking right, Yeaah I know it's been 3 months now. And this is what I am going to talk about. In the very beginning, I was pretty emotionally broken down, I don't know how my mother handled all that. I keep asking myself Questions like, " why me, what about my life now, what about my dreams. I can't never ever walk now, I am forever alone, I am forever disabled NO ONE WILL EVER LOVE NOW " and it dosent matter how strong, motivated, ultra positive person you are, it dosent matter you'll get stressed out and that's my promise to you. In india, people see quadraplegics as an orthopaedic disability but not as an injury. It is not just that you can’t walk, you are completely paralysed—you don’t have bowel or urine control. Lack of medical insurance, facilities for rehabilitation and very few speciality hospitals that are equipped to take care of those with spinal cord injuries make a quadriplegic’s life in India tough.
One moment you had a fine blessed living, and the other day you are disabled, from Life's INFINITE POSSIBILITIES to completely INVISIBLE. I was blessed to have such a strong family, I thank god for that. It breaks your heart when you hear that majority of people suiciding cause of quadraplegics.
#wca #wcpp #review #tejaskhurana #story
The Gone Girl
Long blond hair ,much to die for,
Only one woman, who got me to shore,
Soon enough I saw her, she closed the door,
Too big of her devil's smile,
That I can't see ,due to the umbrella she hold,
Beautiful girl gone with the wind,
But she hides the Bellona in her spirit,
Neither she is an Ambivalent nor a Somnambulist,
But yes she is a daughter, yes she is a wife,
But this world forget about the suffer of her neonatal.
So what she can do ,where she go,
This gone girl can world let it go,
And live in a world without placebo.
#NG #review
#wcpp #wca
Long blond hair ,much to die for,
Only one woman, who got me to shore,
Soon enough I saw her, she closed the door,
Too big of her devil's smile,
That I can't see ,due to the umbrella she hold,
Beautiful girl gone with the wind,
But she hides the Bellona in her spirit,
Neither she is an Ambivalent nor a Somnambulist,
But yes she is a daughter, yes she is a wife,
But this world forget about the suffer of her neonatal.
So what she can do ,where she go,
This gone girl can world let it go,
And live in a world without placebo.
#NG #review
#wcpp #wca
Unsettled I may be
with a shaking heart,
but in making your smile fade
I won't take part.
So maybe I will turn my back,
to the monsters of your pack.
Let them feast, lick and bite.
Not knowing if it's wrong or right.
Under those heavy tears
I'll make the path.
Stepping on my fears
in a bloody bath.
Please be my shield of this rain,
let me hope it all won't be in vain.
#review #Noob #verse (?) #wcpp #wca
with a shaking heart,
but in making your smile fade
I won't take part.
So maybe I will turn my back,
to the monsters of your pack.
Let them feast, lick and bite.
Not knowing if it's wrong or right.
Under those heavy tears
I'll make the path.
Stepping on my fears
in a bloody bath.
Please be my shield of this rain,
let me hope it all won't be in vain.
#review #Noob #verse (?) #wcpp #wca
Teardrops from Heaven
The assemblage of mist laments,
The humans’ malice and torments,
The rains are their tears
Piercing the atmosphere,
And while humans are busy
Avoiding the rain effusively,
Peacocks dance in the jungle,
Making nature-dwellers’ thirst quenchable,
While rain falls, I ponder
How many of these would fall into dark holes yonder,
And how many of these would make it onto
A necklace laced with pearls of highest value.
#wca #wcpp #poetry #review #kt
The assemblage of mist laments,
The humans’ malice and torments,
The rains are their tears
Piercing the atmosphere,
And while humans are busy
Avoiding the rain effusively,
Peacocks dance in the jungle,
Making nature-dwellers’ thirst quenchable,
While rain falls, I ponder
How many of these would fall into dark holes yonder,
And how many of these would make it onto
A necklace laced with pearls of highest value.
#wca #wcpp #poetry #review #kt
Title: Haunted night in the Hostel!
I try to sleep but there is a creaky voice. As the cold breeze brushes my face, I realise something spooky. Turning around in the direction of the ghastly noise, I find blood trails on the floor. I don't know what it is but I just scared a little bit. I switched on the lights to find my roommate but he was not there by which I scared a little more.
Now I hear that sound again but this time it's sound like different and that's A whisper.At first it's very faint, but then it gradually gets closer. And then a whisper is whispering in my ear.At first it might whisper things in a language I can't understand. And then it whispers,"your dead". I start to feel uneasy.What does it mean. I glance at my clock and it's about 12:30. And i sleep again. And at 2:30 I got up again and I heard the whispers in the same language again. Getting closer this time. Again it whispers the same thing,"your dead". At the same time I suddenly can't breathe, I frantically fight for my life. Before my last breath I whisper,"I'm dead". And then I realise it's not the whisper but it's the dream.
And than I got up again but this time it's 12:30 again and then realised i just woke up by a bad dream in my mind. I just wanted to lit the lighter to burn the cigarette but the flame of the lighter doesn't want to ignite, I don't know, what it is but I keep try to lit the cigarette but it seems impossible for me to do that task so I throw away that shit far. Than a creaky sound I hear one more time and I just got up to look the source of that sound. As this is the holiday time so I am also alone in the hostel and now my mind is stick on the ghost stories those I heard many times from the seniors. when I am recalling all these thoughts I heard a "knock knock" on the door. And that is enough to shiver me out than now once again "knock knock" and than I gather all my guts to open the gate but as I opened the gate I see the hostel dog "snoopy" who was smashing her head on the door and I looked her gloomy eye . She just bark this time and I got the chills in my blood now. Than i just placate the snoopy down.
Now we both heard that creaky sound again but thank god it's not coming from the basement which is famous by the name haunted basement. When I saw on the gate of hostel I opened my eyes pretty much immediately, and there was a blur of light, leaning over me, very close but it was not distinguishable as a person — it more resembled a person sized version of a colourful nebula I might see a picture of in a science magazine. For all the clarity of that distinct feeling, I had no sense of what it wanted, whether it was malevolent or just curious.I flipped right the fuck out -jumped backwards to the other side of snoopy now, too terrifies to scream , and that blur of light receded and disappeared over the course of about 3 seconds.My dog is now going absolutely ape.
But I heard a familiar voice now and it's coming from the gate of hostel and when I checked it again that colourful nebula was none other than my hostel warden and than finally I took breath but now I just hear his scold.
#wca #wcpp #review #NG #shortstory #Horror
I try to sleep but there is a creaky voice. As the cold breeze brushes my face, I realise something spooky. Turning around in the direction of the ghastly noise, I find blood trails on the floor. I don't know what it is but I just scared a little bit. I switched on the lights to find my roommate but he was not there by which I scared a little more.
Now I hear that sound again but this time it's sound like different and that's A whisper.At first it's very faint, but then it gradually gets closer. And then a whisper is whispering in my ear.At first it might whisper things in a language I can't understand. And then it whispers,"your dead". I start to feel uneasy.What does it mean. I glance at my clock and it's about 12:30. And i sleep again. And at 2:30 I got up again and I heard the whispers in the same language again. Getting closer this time. Again it whispers the same thing,"your dead". At the same time I suddenly can't breathe, I frantically fight for my life. Before my last breath I whisper,"I'm dead". And then I realise it's not the whisper but it's the dream.
And than I got up again but this time it's 12:30 again and then realised i just woke up by a bad dream in my mind. I just wanted to lit the lighter to burn the cigarette but the flame of the lighter doesn't want to ignite, I don't know, what it is but I keep try to lit the cigarette but it seems impossible for me to do that task so I throw away that shit far. Than a creaky sound I hear one more time and I just got up to look the source of that sound. As this is the holiday time so I am also alone in the hostel and now my mind is stick on the ghost stories those I heard many times from the seniors. when I am recalling all these thoughts I heard a "knock knock" on the door. And that is enough to shiver me out than now once again "knock knock" and than I gather all my guts to open the gate but as I opened the gate I see the hostel dog "snoopy" who was smashing her head on the door and I looked her gloomy eye . She just bark this time and I got the chills in my blood now. Than i just placate the snoopy down.
Now we both heard that creaky sound again but thank god it's not coming from the basement which is famous by the name haunted basement. When I saw on the gate of hostel I opened my eyes pretty much immediately, and there was a blur of light, leaning over me, very close but it was not distinguishable as a person — it more resembled a person sized version of a colourful nebula I might see a picture of in a science magazine. For all the clarity of that distinct feeling, I had no sense of what it wanted, whether it was malevolent or just curious.I flipped right the fuck out -jumped backwards to the other side of snoopy now, too terrifies to scream , and that blur of light receded and disappeared over the course of about 3 seconds.My dog is now going absolutely ape.
But I heard a familiar voice now and it's coming from the gate of hostel and when I checked it again that colourful nebula was none other than my hostel warden and than finally I took breath but now I just hear his scold.
#wca #wcpp #review #NG #shortstory #Horror
Mirth was born on his lips and grace bloomed in his hands. He was indeed the great father of all the village. His snow like hair never played a role in why would the villages consider him a parent figure, it was the caring he provided and the warmth he gave. He lived at the edge in a small house with his petite wife's memory which he held close. A girl in our village would come by every now and then to help him with the house. And there's a rumor that he can do magic, but no one ever really saw him practice his arts. Some believed he would pass his secrets to the girl before he dies since he was in his 90s, for his real son left the village fifity years ago and never came back. For me I just liked to pass by his little garden that he gave his most daily attention, it was very beautiful, not betraying the efforts he had put in it. I would pass by and say hello and he would reply me with a smile, a warm gaze of his crystal blue eyes and a wave of his wrinkly hand.
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#review #Noob #wca #wcpp #chatacter_description