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A Green Tale

I'm a divine creation! I haven't even opened my eyes and I can feel all fluidy around. I'm a little tightly packed being, all greens around. Yes I'm a little bud,  the source for immortalizing my being. My numerous fragile arms are all set to stretch and engulf the spring. You're the source to my concealed existence. At this stage, you bestow nourishment. Slowly they open providing me a void to peep, and I sneakily look out. The suns beam so invigorating, I can't wait to see the world when I sprout. Hey presto! My leaflets are out. Advertently, my haven pushed me out. A revel flows through my nerves, as I enter the world I deserve. The surreal vista, once a fear, is my new place now. The shoots glisten as the ethereal sunshine vowed. Like roots, you hold me tightly gripped, constantly nurturing. So, I don't lose my way while I learn the art of giving. When I'm all grown up to be myself, by supporting my brawn trunks, is how you help. ...

DO IT AS THE NATURE DOES!

Nature : the physical world surrounding us including plants, animals, rivers mountains and all things not made by people. A perfectly summarized meaning of nature all things not made by people . Years passed by and decades passed by, yet there seems no end to the nature’s excruciating pain, no heal to the wounds of it’s own creation becoming  the reason of it’s destruction. We, human beings being the most intellectual creatures present on Earth,are aptly capable to create our own fate. We have continually kept repaying the nature in the most logically-illogical way,  challenging our own sustainability to the resulting adversities. Nature has always been honestly consistent in providing the best to us, be it the air that we breathe, food that we eat, the lush green-colorful painted landscapes it builds. And we as heroes have been cutting those trees for mean purposes, polluting the air, and the rampant industrialization to win all the games we’re playing. Thus, we’ve ...

LIVING UP FEARS LIKE A BRAT

Before we dive into our  subject its worth mentioning what is fear. Fear is the bad feeling that you have when you are in a danger or when a particular thing frightens you (Oxford). In fear, a person is filled with anxiety, apprehension(1) and anticipation. I mean fear, not something that is related to snakes, height, public speaking or darkness. They are very common now, but I mean those that cause you internal trepidation(2) and make you feel emotionally dented(3). Everyone has those secret abyss(4). I do have one, and I'm living it. The fear of breathing in an enclosed surrounding and that of being encaged within boundaries. I had feared that I would go morbid(5) if I ever came across this tribulation(6). And here I'm in it and will be through, amidst the chaos of the unpropitious(7) disease spreading like fire in the thatches. Many years passed as I lived in trepidation of this fear. But we Defence brats seek vicarious(8) experience under our parents, which not ...

Words to words

I see you falling short, Out of my pages and Far from my thoughts. Reaching out to you, to stand with you beside. Though already did I know, you stood the opposite side. This soul goes insane, as you make my heart write out. I wish I believed my instincts as, a conspiracy to distract is all it's about. And the days that I sit, for hours convincing you, and you sit determined wouldn't help me to. Please help me precise, all that's unexpressed timely before it turns gray. I know you're on your adventurous journey, and you love teasing me on the way. You can reach the sky and meet all stars, travel beautiful ways and win all hearts. No, don't take me wrong, I won't stop you. Just let me walk a mile singing to you. Oh my dear words, that's all I had to say. Let my heart overflow with you Before that, don't make me sway.                                       ...

इतनी सी इच्छा मेरी

इतनी सी इच्छा मेरी, देखूं दिन कैसे चढता है, और उतनी ही प्यास देखने की,  दिन कैसे ढलता है। इतनी सी इच्छा मेरी, वो चटक तोड़े मेरी अंगड़ाई को, जिन्होंने इन आँखों को कबसे जगाए रखा है। माना मैंने ना देखी, वो शाम क्षितिज की, जब आसमान मानो धरती में लिपटता है। अनजान हूँ, बेखबर हूँ, नहीं जानती उन रंगों के नाम, जिन्हें ज़हन में बरसों से छिपाए रखा है। नहीं भूल सकती उस लालिमा को, जिसने तृप्ति जगाई थी, बस इतनी सी प्यास मेरी, देखूं दिन कैसे चढता है। देखूं उस शाम को,  जो धीरे से रंग बिखेरता है, और उस आसमान को, जब वो धरती में लिपटता है ।                                                                 वेदिका

AN EXTRA PAIR OF SHOES

I spend the days under the roof, your days are spent under the moon. I dream of moon, while you dream of roof. I started learning from the schools, you started learning from the fools. I eat to beat this winter, you eat to beat your hunger. With all the resources, I'm running out of time. With all the free time, You're running out of assets. With winters at their best.... I've winters to hate, you hate your fate. My feets feel numb inside the shoes, your feets feel numb coz you're barefoot. It's 7 in the morning and still too dark, we both stand freezing on the railways park. I stand here, coz I've somewhere to go, You stand here coz you've nowhere to go. I'm 22 and you're not even 2. Even though I've seen much of life But what took 22 years to learn, You already know at 2,really fine. I've complaints and excuses coz... winters are here and I've refuses. You neither complain nor refuse, you're alive...

The Avenue

While the sky is sunny-blue, and the grass's wet with dew, when everything seems connected. Why do I feel so new? When the branches seems to wave, water's splashing with rage, when the birds chirp of freedom. Why my desires seems to cage? Should I hide, or just blame Talking about me, without knowing my name. Why I step behind, why don't I, clear the queries of my fame. What's my name? What do I do? Where do I belong? Where I'm moving to? But then, I step a few forward but, with a distracted view. Will my words really sound? Or should I let my actions sound. May be, just let it be If I continue walking, may be I'll reach. Flourished or a barren land, colourful or a blissful blanch, from where I can fill up my fist. Somewhere I could feel, I exist.                                            VAISHALI