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I am a vagabond wandering in the depths of those transient thoughts.... wondering who's mine when I am everbody else's .
I am an impersonator in the masquerade of a person happy in this time and space that I have forgotten to be my true self .
What replaces the darkness , is a night bestowed with wanderlust to come out of this dusk , this obscurity .
Gone are those days when I discovered myself and understood the value of those precious things and moments of the past because it's too late now , and it is just too late to come out of what I've become.
The heart is vulnerable to treachery, but it will only feel secured in the ambience of a heart full of passion an...
MY FIRST NOTEBOOK
My first true notebook was my writing journal which had been gifted to me by my uncle. I was 9 at that time and it was my first ever friend and companion for life.
One of my first poems was 'THERE WAS A TIME WHEN FRIENDS I HAD NONE'. I remember, I was a typical introvert, asocial kind of a person. My classmates used to make fun of me and my appearance. As a result I was alone for some years of my school life. In fact, it was in class 8, when I was 13... I made some true friends who have been with me till now. As we grow up, a realisation hits us that only a few people love us for no reason, they love us without the conditions apply asterick (*), other than my family t...
"Her soul had been parched open,
Her body, had become a scavenger's feast,
The scars on her physique, burnt, grunted, mourned of shame;
Her eyes, cried, the cries of being a deity, much worshipped since birth, punished for the rest of her life ."
That day, she got reminded about the misfortunes of having the x-chromosome.
How many girls, have ever thought- "It would have been much better if I were born a boy." I feel each one of us. I too feel that life would have been simpler if I had been a guy!
Why is it that we girls are forced to stay at home, after the 'dark'? Why are girls told to cover their bodies from head to toe, in order to avoid dirty glares from men or from anyone el...
Following words are to be used:
His eyes, narrative of a person, SOLIVAGANT,
MURMURING a silent ballad,
Of an esoteric vagrant.
His tears, glistening;
making me want to collect them and preserve, in my heart... to make his pain; mine.
His laughter; rhyme of a lost
MELANCHOLY, feels beautiful,
His giggles make it, worthful.
His love; my search for an emotion,
Deep as the ocean,
Transient as the wind,
Still as a tree, and;
Beautiful as melancholy.
HAIKU CHALLENGE #2
I watched the moon
Shimmer through the darkness
As I saw you smile.
I seek a forbidden joy
As death stands waiting.
P.S: I hope that I havent made mistakes in counting the number of syllables. If I have then please correct me.
Thank you Janine, E and Brindha for your encouragement and helpful words. I hope that I have done justice to this fantastic prompt.
A FRIENDSHIP QUOTE...
"Your friendship is a treasured gift that I hold you dear,
For the love of a friend that can mean so very much.
Distance is just a number that cannot measure the warmth of our bond.
The sands of time are pointless when its about counting the memories and not the days."
Dear John Green,
"You don't get to choose if you get hurt in this world...but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices."
I like my choices... maybe that's why I let Augustus and Hazel hurt me.
The Fault in our Stars was one such book that not only made me laugh, cry and smile but it taught me some important lessons in life. We always complain that our life is not worth anything, we want so many things, we feel exasperated by the fact that we are just not able to satisfy ourselves but.... in this idiocy of self-fulfillment we forget to give a thought to those people who are struggling each day to live their life. For us the world can become a wish granting factory anytime, b...
First of all, I would begin by thanking Jen for this wonderful prompt. Friend, you reminded of a moment that will always stay close to my heart irrespective of the years that pass. I am not able to think clearly about the first part but, I would like to talk about the second part- A memorable moment of my life.
I remember, it was 25 May, 2014. The temperature of my city was as high as 42°C . Tension was high, anxiety was at a rush and heartbeats.... do I need to specify, how fast my heart was beating? I had the computer screen in front of my eyes and, and... my Class 12 board roll number in my mind. Yes, my Class 12 results were out. Either I earned the worth of my hard work or I had failed ...
Hmmm... family! The word that comes to my mind when I think about my family is- Movie.
I sometimes feel that the story of my family is no less than a family comedy film!
At one moment, we are fighting with each other over petty issues and the other moment we are laughing at our own stupidity. There are tears, giggles, talks, drama and... a lot of care (By care I mean the excessive level of over caring!)
There are people of all generations in my family, thats what makes it a bit dysfunctional sometimes. What can you expect when perceptions of people of different age groups clashes with each other but yes, maybe because of this dysfunctionality we have such a close bond.
The best part is tha...
MY MOTIVATION RHYME.....
Beyond the boundaries, beyond the walls,
There is a dream that stands incomplete;
Which I have seen for long, I believe;
That fuels the fire inside me, Jazzes up the bewildered being within thee;
It crusades the barrow of hopeless faith,
Hits the head like a tyrant lait.
It oozes the unturned forces of the rusted soul that lies somewhere inside,
The culmination of a persona unstoppable;
That unleashes the strength to become inconquerable.
Dear Santa Claus,
This Christmas I wish every child in this world receives the gift he or she deserves right from his or her birth- Childhood.
There are so many children in the world which are forced to work in factories, support their families by indulging in bonded labour, beg on the streets or handle their younger siblings. They may end up earning a few bucks by working so hard but what they lose is the tenderness and beauty of this stage of life called Childhood.
I am sure we all have played on the slide or the see saw or the swings as small children, cried over petty things or simply when we werent given chocolates or ice creams but these children cannot even think about crying over th...
Since yesterday a thought has been striking me... that we all grow old year by year; day by day....but then this perception all depends upon our belief that we are old enough. A teen can be old if he or she thinks so and a senior citizen can be young when he or she believes so.
So here I want to suggest a new prompt which is on the feeling of being young even though we are growing up or simply growing old. Write an open letter and begin your letter with - ' You know you are never too old when.....'
I hope this gets approved and gets featured.