Sara Writes

Today was a good day. I felt happy and accomplished. When my mother came home, I even twirled around and showed her my dress. She laughed and called me beautiful. Everything was perfect today, and nothing could have ruined it. Nothing should have ruined it.   I heard my father shouting at my mother.  I scooted closer to my room's door, wishing on my soul he was just talking normally but in a higher voice. But, he was shouting at her, they were talking about divorce. It was something that happened because of me.  It's quite funny when you know they'll not last but when you hear them say it out loud, it's harder than how you thought how it would be. It's like the universe is making fun of you. Playing with pieces that hurt even when touched, but they throw it around.  For the past year, the bathroom has been my hiding place when I cry, so that nobody can see me cry.  They won't kill me if they catch me crying, but, they have never caught me, so I'm not sure. I

Built up this persona as if there's nothing inside these walls are too hard to break  while I suffocate here 407904646 Can't tell what's so wrong in me then why shall I try again If this is how it ends every time  leaning to your shoulder stumbling back to nothing you're just an imagination cause in the end  it's just me and no one else who's sitting all alone so this is my cry for help  hold me while you can as I'd be gone soon...  as I'd be gone soon...  

  I fell for you  I know I did Hard and fast I did But the question is When did I? Was it when  I saw you for the first time  Walking down the alley? Or was it when we shared  a train seat and you told me stories? Or when I looked at you from afar? Or when you waved  on your way to school? I fell out of it I know I did Slow and steady  I did But the question is When did I? Was it when you mocked me  with your friend? Was it when  you were mean? But Did I ever fall for you? And if I did, did I ever fall out of it? Cause if I had, I might not be in wail...

The old car skidded down a road Suha didn't know, she had not known where she was driving for the last half an hour. She was surprised at how well she could drive since she didn't know much about driving and had not been in the driver's seat for months as her parents never let her out nowadays.   SUHA took another turn and she knew she was far away from the city now, as the houses faded into thick trees.  She remembered being on this road two years ago, going on a family vacation, laughing as her parents threw snarky remarks at each other. She would sometimes cheer for her dad and sometimes for her mother, depending on who was winning. Her parents would catch that and the fight would start again, this time she would also be doing the fighting.  She didn't know if they still fought like that now, as they had practically pushed her out of the family after knowing she wasn't smart enough to be at the top of her class.  "I don't see how you are my daughter, an

  Not a Lullaby   Clara fidgeted with the hem of her sleeve as she sat on a bench in the unkempt park near her house. Her feet shifted and tucked at something, she looked down and saw some weeds growing out. Her hand gazed on her forearm where it stung. She had covered up the bruise pretty well with her gray clothes but that didn’t help cover up the pain at all.  It’s just a bruise, it will go before you know it. She thought to herself.  She closed her eyes and laid her head back and soon began to drift off when suddenly out of nowhere today’s memory seeped in. Everything was a blur when a big hand came and slapped her across the cheek, the impact made her face the right corner of the room, where her mother lay unconscious and beaten up, she tried to reach for her but she was sharply pulled back by her forearm and then there was another slap and another and another. By the time Clara snapped out she was gasping and fighting her tightening throat. After a few moments she calmed down and

  Hallow When today, Clove smiled he couldn’t remember when he had last time. His employer patted his head and the smile disappeared. The sensation of his head being patted wasn’t unfamiliar but deeply despised, now that the person who used to do it wasn’t anywhere but beneath the earth and at peace. The peace that person had endeavored all her life for Clove and herself. Clove looked towards his employer, Mr. Smith again, trying to smile, trying to thank him for giving him, his first earning. But no, he could not. It felt like a curse to not be able to smile. His heart clenched when he tried to remember how he used to do that, what made him smile earlier. her. her presences.  She was the only reason for his happiness . She was the reason for his life. Happy, he didn’t even remember the word now far was experiencing how it felt. How it would feel? Would it feel like a plant, perhaps one with orchids, growing out of his heart and filling the hollowness in his life…or his body…or his co

  New Blood Stephano had visited so many places, so many people today that he had even lost the count. Where is he? Is he starving for food, for water? What is wrong with him? He kept thinking. It was getting dark now, the contrasting dense, yet familiar colors of pink and orange mixing to disperse again in the west. He sat on a stool in front of a shop, what was the reason behind what he did? He imagined his son, tall and lean with a shock of black hair and the palest skin. The air started to clear, he was looking at his son, his back to Stephano’s face, laughing with a few ragged street teenage boys. Stephano lifted himself up from the stool in rage and crossed the road to where his son was standing. He made the boy face him by pulling on his shoulder ‘How many times have I told you not to hang with people like them, huh? And why would you run away like that?’ Recognition hit, it was not his son but another street kid who was now lifting his fist to Stephano’s face. ‘I’m sorry, I con

  I was Awake I was flying high high in the wide wide sky. An arrow shot me on the heart I lost my senses  and went down  with all the force earth offered. Nobody knows Nobody knows The door was ajar  A slight line of light came in of freedom, of wisdom, of life The door was shut with might and force  and I was sent off Nobody knows  Nobody knows A shout and a scream  and I was awake they were talking  and I was eavesdropping Nobody knows Nobody knows  My heart stopped  as words came out of their mouths sinking me deep deep in the earth Nobody knows  Nobody knows My vision blurred My conscious gone I was waiting patiently  for the time to stop and swallow me in deep in... Nobody knows  Nobody knows I was a hunter of the wild roaming in the jungles of light admiring the shine  I've never seen  Nobody knows  Nobody knows Nobody knows that I  was awake that night...

 मयूर  सुवरण, कलानिधि दिलकाश।  सोवत इक्शाना भीतर भाग वाः ।   गद्दा भरीजे कीलालं ।  कण्ठस्थ भीतर राखे बृहत्काय एजा।  मानो बनावे झंझावात।  उत्रिद्रता भरी जावे रैन। तक्रीर करे कीस्यूँ।  मुन्सिफाना रवान  आंसू    ।  रात्रि जावे।  पाछे तबस्सुम भरे।  मस्नोई।। 

  Amrina’s Amour Poem Collection Paintings stake, Mornings fade, To mine and your fate, Now you won’t be my dame…   I’m afraid I could do nothing, It’s all fates playing, As you stole my heart, So as of the Prince, I would be able to do nothing, When in tomorrow morning, He writes your fate with his ring…   Till the  last leaf of my trees flutter, Oh Arthur, I must mutter, Your name in a continuous utter. Cause our love will last forever, And we’ll be together, Oh Romeo, I be your Juliet, Even if I have to die, With veins and arteries filled with poison …

  Pelora Valley This was an unexpected visit for Arya but rather expected for her colleagues. Getting late for the office, dozing off in meetings, and messing up with files had become her routine for a week. On one of those uncertain days, the manager of the sales department called Arya and advised her to either take a vacation or work from home.   Arya was more than happy to choose a vacation. But it wasn’t going to be a vacation in any way. Arya’s grandfather who lived in the Pelora Valley had fallen seriously ill. Which had become a point of misery for Arya too. The same day she left for the Pelora Valley. In the eastern part of the country, beyond the vast stretches of tea gardens there, lay this small Valley, with a population of around 500 people and thousands of untold stories. When Arya entered the gloomy little house which her grandfather had made after his retirement from the Indian Army, what she saw was unexpected. While her last visit two years back her grandfath

 Amrina a middle-class baker’s daughter controlled the backing business after her father’s death. Her creamy pastries with appealing strawberries from her garden were even loved by the king’s family, Gabriel Intae. Apart from cooking, she had another eminence, beauty. Her deep-set green eyes like emeralds, thin red lips, and skin as white as cotton freshly brought from the fields and hair the color of tree bark, always hung loosely from her bun. One day, she left for the palace of Gabriel Intae with her cake. She had made a special cake of Guava and orange for the king’s son, Paul, who had come to the Argent Empire after spending nine years in Africa. Though greeting the prince was not the only reason for her to visit but she also desired to see the palace servant, Arthur, her lover. (Amrina reaches the Snow Palace) Amrina to herself: Oh, what would I say to the king if I accidentally run into him, he won’t pardon me for bringing this shattered gown to his palace. Oh poor me. I j

  The Girl with pearl tears, stood in the middle of the city of fears. She was made into a statue but earlier she sold pears. An ugly witch from the city of fears,  turned her into a statue, because she had so many lovers. Every night and day she used to cry in the city of fears, where people stole her pearl tears, she gave them, because she thought they were her dears. The city transformed from a city of fears, to the city of millionaires,  But she still thought they were her dears. No one in the city of fears, were her dears, because no one knew the reason behind her tears.  One day a prince from the city of lovers, Entered the city of millionaires.  As he saw the statue, he thought it was of flowers. He asked the statue "What makes you cry, my statue of flowers" As he said this the city of millionaires, turned again into the city of fears. Cause everyone turned into a statue with pearl tears. And the girl and prince, of the city of lovers, lived together forevers... Cause

  Hello world, Now what I’m going to talk about is presently a deadly need in many parts of the world – Women Security. What made me bring here is this article that I read yesterday, which said, that a 50 year old women in Uttar Pradesh was brutally gang-raped… Well, many of us must even not be knowing about this, and that’s the first and the foremost problem. Now, it’s not a new problem in India, this problem is centuries-old, just that it has been given a new name now. In 2019, 32033 rapes were registered and only God knows how many went unregistered. There are 88 rapes per day in India, another thing for rapists to increase their conceit on and another thing for Indians (not just the government) to decrease theirs on. Some most recent rape cases are: Two Dalit women raped, killed in a week in Uttar Pradesh… Maharashtra: 91 women raped & killed in the last 2 years… Read more at http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/articleshow/79750901.cms?utm_source=contentofintere

                                           Simran's Diary Saturday, January 2020 2:00 a.m. Sup Diary? Today was a different day...huh...not like yesterday when I said it was a different day because mum didn't talk about my marriage, anyway she talked double about my marriage today... It was just a different type of different day today...okay?? So I was really tired of making my dinner myself and I landed in a  restaurant near my house, which I have not seen before. It was a dark one with little compartment-like structures for each table and as I passed them I found the place more like a depression release salon. IT WAS NOT A BAR.  I took a whole round of the restaurant which was like all the tables stuck to the four walls leaving spaces for the exit, cook's room (yeah I tried to peek in, as always) and the waiters in insane red clothes were moving everywhere.  The tables were all occupied so I was going to exit but a waiter came to me and said: "Ma'am c