Void of Color, Filled with Emotions

Void of Color, Filled with Emotions

It haunts my mind,
Like a wandering spirit.
The mingling of harmonious voices,
Singing the lyrical words,
Woven into melodious music.
The black and white images,
Dance in front of my eyes.
I watch her shy away, lowering her gaze.
I watch him approach, with a longing.
They sing of their eternal love,
In that place, In that land.
Nothing was spoken,
But everything was understood.
Fantasy existed on the big screen,
And reality opposite it.
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The image on the left is from the movie "Shree 420" starring Raj Kapoor and Nargis. The song is "Pyaar Hua"... This post is dedicated to all those old songs which capture the essence of beautiful emotions perfectly. As cliched as it might sound, it is true when they say: "Old is Gold"

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Bottled Up In A Bottle

Bottled Up In A Bottle

Drenched in an addiction,
Helpless in every way,
Caught in a stupor,
Let it be night or day.

The quizzical gaze,
And the wounding words,
Nothing more painful than,
Terms like sharp swords.

When there is sanity,
On one of those days,
The righteous acts are,
Startling in every way.

Caught in a web,
Of respect or disgust,
Questions and answers,
I must have them, I must!
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Art piece on the right taken from: "http://inkslingerart.breedlink.com.au/"

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A Closed Book, With the Illusion of Being Open

A Closed Book, With the Illusion of Being Open

A familiar memory I pass,

A fragrance drifts by, a song I hear.
A transient feeling, nothing does last.
For I have come to realize,
The present engulfs the past.

I observe the path that I tread,
Anticipating the destination,,
I veer myself off track,
Recalling every word I’ve said,
For fear pulls me back.

The end will be the same,
Have I not learnt my lesson?
But the hope always lingers,
That this time, it may be different.

It almost sounds comical
That I see the outside perfect on paper,
For I know nothing about anything now,
But will I truly know everything ever?

Yes, there is a connection,
But what does it matter?
Is that really sufficient?
When I know the outcome,
Or convinced myself I do.
Maybe it just seems so.

I do not deny anything,
As I have done before.
I am trying to accept,
As I will from now on.
I know what I want,
Yet, I’m scared to even try.

Now, I chase my dreams,
Set on another dimension,
Another plane, another view,
Yet this thought still exists,
Will it be the same?
Or will it not?

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On the sidewalk

On the sidewalk

The scorching heat burnt through the flimsy soles of my rubber slippers as I ran down the footpath, with my eyes on the traffic light.
“Please…turn…red… Please…turn…red,” I whispered to myself, as my breath came out in short gasps.

Ah, yes. The cars lurched to a stop, but the small motorbikes were still trying to make their way through the gaps. It would have been much easier if I could have simply gone to the center of the junction and spread my straw mat in the middle, but I figured that would be too much of a risk.
I could hear the small tinkle of bells as my sister ran behind me, trying to lug the sticks and hoops that I ordered her to carry.

It saddened me sometimes to think that she had to do this too. But as usual, I just brushed it aside. This is my life and I should be thankful to God for what he has given me. People were surely worse off than me, were they not? At least we weren’t scrounging through the garbage for a meal. At least we earned our money through our talent instead of blindly begging.

We had honor, did we not? But who would recognize our honor? Would that lady recognize it? She, who was sitting in the air conditioned car, laughing and smiling like she didn’t have even a single worry.

Let alone honor… Would she recognize my pain? The pain I had buried inside of me. The pain I carried with me as I cooked dinner at night under the single oil lamp that burnt in our hut. The pain I carried with me as I watched my mother come home from working an entire day at the construction site, carrying bulks of sand that her delicate frame could not possibly support. The pain I carried as twisted and turned in my sleep because the coldness of the floor, seeping in and freezing every bone in my body. The pain I carried as I woke up the next morning, every morning, to walk barefoot to the water pump, hoping that we would have water at least today.

Ah, yes, the pain would be there… Always. Through every single one of my actions. It was screaming to the world, “Help me…” but yet, everybody around me just failed to hear it. Even amidst the millions of people on the road watching my tricks, the scream was barely a whisper.

I signaled to my sister to stop right next to a shiny black car. A Benz, was it? Yes, I think that’s what it was. I heard the shop keeper talk bout the car the other day when it passed him on the road. He said that only very rich people could afford something like that, so maybe if I performed in front of them, I would get more money.

It was an absurd thought, because it was exactly those kind of people that scorned us away. They looked down upon us as if we were some sort of filthy creatures that shouldn’t even exist in this world. But I was determined, just the same. Maybe this time…

I took the mat from my sister and spread it across the sidewalk. I stepped backward and took glanced at my surroundings. I heaved a deep sigh and tried to swallow back the hot tears that were forming. Nobody was even paying the slightest attention. They were just waiting for the light to turn green so they could zoom past us, continue with their lives and leave us with nothing but dust.

Was that person in that expensive car paying attention? I couldn’t tell because the windows of the car were tinted black, hiding the passenger, a barrier that separated the rich from the poor.

I slipped off my rubber slippers and stood barefoot, ignoring the heat frying the soles of my feet. My bangles clinked against each other as I started sprinting toward the mat at full speed. As soon as my right foot landed on the mat, I pushed myself off the ground, while the straw from the mat dug into my heels.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the car rotating. Everything was turning. Upside down. I was making the world turn upside down, with the simple act of a cartwheel. Over and over again. With another cartwheel. And now a flip. And now a backward flip. I could feel the blood rush into my head, my fingers starting to turn numb, but I didn’t stop. Out of my blurry eyes, I could see that my sister was starting her balancing act on the thin rope. That was my cue to end with a bang. To flip perfectly, delicately and graciously onto the edge of the rope stand, so I could join my sister on the rope. And I succeeded.

I would be truly happy to tell you that everybody on the road started applauding. I would love to tell you that my little bag that day was filled with so many coins and notes that it wouldn’t even fit in our hands. But I would be lying. There was no applause. Nobody bothered to give us even a one rupee coin.

This was it… I had to spread out my palms in front of those people and beg. Beg for them to acknowledge what I had just done. Beg them to give me something that was worth the tricks I just performed. Beg.

And within seconds, the light turned green, they zoomed past us, continued with their lives and left us with twenty rupees…

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A toast! TO ME!

A toast! TO ME!

I don’t feel like writing a poem to express what I’m feeling nor do I want to write an abstract piece where nobody knows what the heck I’m talking bout. I don’t want to ponder about the wonders of life nor do I want to delve deep into figuring out what an experience is supposed to teach me.

I just feel like talking about me.
Just me.
Yes, the most exciting topic there is in this world.

I’m lazy and I can be obnoxious.
I’m loud and I don’t shut up once I get started on something that I’m truly passionate about.
I don’t give others a chance to speak and I’m completely stubborn once I believe that I’m right.
I have a hard time making decisions and will take hours, days, months or even years to figure out what I want.
If I finally manage to figure out what I want, I will keep on trying until I get it no matter what.
I whine, complain and pout if I don’t like something at all.
I have a huge ego and I make no effort to be humble.
I’m conceited and all I care about is the people I love and myself.
I don’t care to hide what I truly think about something but I make every effort to hide what I truly feel about something.
I believe in second chances.
I am not kind, nor am I compassionate.
If someone has hurt me, I will return the favor.
I will forgive but never forget.

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The art piece above is by Katsuta Mako. There are many more titled 'Black Beauty'. Please take a look at them whenever you have time.

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My dreams are all I want...

My dreams are all I want...

I began it, because I thought that was what I wanted.
I ended it, because I did not want it.
Call it a realization, an experience, or a lesson learnt…
But I now know what I do not want…

I am being reeled backwards, into a past that I have long forgotten. A past that was minuscule and irrelevant… A chapter of my life that I thought was impractical and ridiculous…
But it is from that stage I have learnt so many things from, and am still learning because I have thrust myself back into it.
It taught me about passion, obsession, dedication, motivation, focus and perseverance.
It is teaching me how to follow, fulfill and live my dream.

A gentle smile creeps up on my face as these words form before my eyes, because it appears that I have learnt all these things from someone…
Yes, it is true… I have molded someone in my mind according to my liking and have blown them into existence.
Someone that I long to know completely but will probably never… Someone that I do not actually want to know because of the fear that will shatter my carefully molded being… Someone that I have forgotten for a while, but who has been bought back because of my newfound freedom.

It is this freedom that I desired… It is these dreams that I want… It is these lessons that I need…

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My Two Worlds...

My Two Worlds...

It was a funny bell. As soon as you pressed it, devotional songs would echo throughout the house and everybody who visited our house would have a questioning look on their face when they heard it. I would laugh at their expressions because the maid would come running in as soon as she heard the devotional song. Yes, it was the maid call.

Nine of us would sit on one bed, not caring whether it would break. We would be sprawled on top of each other, while my cousin would make random jokes and we would all laugh until our stomachs hurt. Right next to the bed on the floor, there would be a session of gambling for the adults. They would sit there with straight faces, staring intently at their cards, and the only thought that would be running through their heads would be, “Crap! I bet a 1000 rupees for this game! I better win it!”

And how can I forget the days it rained? The power would go out and I would rush to sit in the verandah on the wooden swing, air condition deprived. The windows would be open and the muddy smell would waft inside, along with the mosquitoes.

It was during these evenings that my cousin, my sisters and I would go for the road side pani puri. It would be made under the most unsanitary conditions possible, but I would love it just the same. I was amazed at how efficient he was, dipping, cooking, cutting, all with just a simple flick of a hand. And when I put the filled puri in my mouth for the first time after years, I practically had tears in my eyes.

Of course, there was the ‘davat’, as my sister funnily calls it. Where we danced, ate, laughed and enjoyed ourselves like there was no tomorrow. The dance floor was conveniently set in front of the dining area, where we could digest our meal by doing the ‘teen maar’ on the foggy floor. It bought a smile to my face when even my grandfather and grandmother joined.

And of course, the first day first show movies which all of us would scramble to see, even though they ended up being the worst movies ever. It was just for the screaming of the fans and the delicious samosas, that I would rush to the theater.
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I woke up and I was back in my comfortable bed, while the alarm was ringing on my cell phone. No, it wasn’t a dream.

I was back to the place where I left. I woke up and, mechanically, I went through the daily motions. Combing my hair, brushing my teeth, putting things in my backpack and starting the car. It was the same meticulous roads that I drove through, the same places that I took turns at and the same place that I parked for the past three years.

I stepped out and I took a deep breath. It was the smell of independence and self-reliance. Yes, I was back to having a constant supply of power, of having to do household chores myself and of having to live my own life.

This is where my friends were and as I was walking through the university again, I smiled at the places where we wasted time in between classes or spent hours and hours doing studying for finals.

There were the trips to new york, where we would waste an entire day roaming around the city and shopping at random stores, waiting for the Jon Stewart taping to start. It was a long wait, but even the wait in the lines would be fun because of the comments that would make us burst out laughing while everybody stared at us as if we were completely insane.
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I cannot say that I ‘came back home’ when I came back to America. Nor can I say that I ‘went home’ when I went to India.

Both are a part of me… My two worlds…

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Nightmare

Nightmare

It stood in the corner, staring at me with the reddest of eyes. It had two slits for its nostrils and a wide gaping mouth. It wore a long black cape, around its thin neck, flowing to the ground. The cape was made up of the oddest material. Was it velvet? It looked more like silk. Flowing, like water… Black water, to the ground, ending like a small puddle near its bony feet.
It beckons. ‘Come, come…’

I stood rooted to the ground, unable to move. My legs numb with fear and my entire body paralyzed. I wanted to turn around and flee. I wanted to run away to nowhere in particular, but everywhere except the place that I stood.

Red ribbons swirled through the air between us, and the scene before my eyes was engulfed into darkness. Burning heat surrounded me, and I could feel my skin prickling because of it. A large white screen materialized out of thin air and stood blank before me. It was a movie screen, but there was no movie. Just vast emptiness in which I was yearning to dive into, so that I could leave this and enter a world of fantasy.

Somewhere from within the surroundings, sound blared through the speakers. “Come… Come…” I could hear the same raspy voice vibrating through the thick moist air. I twirled around and ran for my life, never turning back once to look at the white screen which looked so inviting.

“I’m waiting…” Its words echoed through the walls, as if it were truly longing for me. But I knew it was lie. Or maybe I made myself believe it was a lie. I did not know. All I knew was that I wanted to run away, and that is precisely what I was doing.

But I slipped and fell and I was plunged into a bottomless pit. The funny thing was that I could sense that I was running toward danger, but the only thought that ran through my mind was that I wanted to run away from the danger that I perceived myself to be in. I didn’t care that I was throwing myself willingly into a pit.

Did I make a mistake? Was there real danger? What did it want? Would it have told me? Probably not… But what else could I have done? I needed to save myself. Or I thought I should save myself. The pit looked much more comfortable. Safe, almost. Even though I was falling forever, at least I knew what would be happening to me. But what if the other side wasn’t as harmful as I thought?

I probably will not know… unless I miraculously dream it up again…

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Rant

Rant

Its similar, for me, but not the same. Never the same. Better? No answer. What does it matter? It knocks. Over and over again. Rap rap rap. Pain pain pain. It screams over and over again. Turns into a drone. Hurt hurt hurt. Oh so busy. Every day. Doing things, going on. Oh so very busy. Never stopping. Never giving myself a chance. Cheating myself. Where is the question of not cheating others? Its new. Its fun. Is fun better? Absurd theory. Do not think. Avoid it. Avoid it oh so hard. Laughter, smiles and happiness. Is this better? Yes, it is. Of course it is! But what is it? Amazing fun! New world. Another being. A disease. Mortified! I have it too? Spreading like fire. To another, to another. Everyone is saving themselves. Running away. What I did. Twisted.

Ah, but a thought. A simple thought. What if it happened? What if it was yes. What if things happened for once, as expected? As hoped? As desired? As obsessed over? Never would have looked back. So then why should I? A lost puppy coming back home. I kick it away. How ruthless! That is what it was. Second option. That is what it was. That is what it always was. Which one was it? No answer. This one or that one? No answer. Go away!

Name it. Call it something! Something! Anything! Ah, its finally labeled. Our obsession with titles. Never one thing. It is never one thing. Always has to be different. Because there is a desire that it might turn out to be what we want. Kept separate. Gingerly. Very carefully. Maybe this one. Maybe this one. Or maybe THIS one. How absurd! But in the end, never works out. How unfair. After all that trouble. Then the question of worth. Does this at least make sense? Why question it? Stop it! Just go with it. Why question it? To make sense. Oh its unacceptable! Very unacceptable! It needs to make sense!

The eternal quest. Sort out things. Oh screw it! Leave it alone. End it. End the droning. End the rapping. But it doesn’t end, does it? Of course it doesn’t. It haunts and torments. No, that sounds too awful. Call it something else! Anything else! Twisted. Obsession with labels, yet again. Cold and heartless. That is what it was. Detached. A once admired trait. Oh how pitiable! Words just written away. Why? Because it was the past. Lost in a timeline. Because that is what it comes down to. Part of numbers, charts and connections. Timelines.

I laugh. I laugh. I laugh.

What to do? Well obviously. No answer. Search for the answer. To run back? Never. To always move forward. Of course! But it could be a circle, can it not? Moving forward, yet coming back? Its always a circle. Everything is a circle. I play too. Apparently I have played. Ruthlessly. I discover recently. Years ago. For seconds. For minutes. For hours. For days. For weeks. For months. For a year. Naively. Never the truth. Once said. To another. It is of course a circle. Unknowingly. It was all unknowingly. Of course! May I be excused, then? Obviously. Not. Which one? There was complete trust in me. Have I been punished? No answer. I think so.

This is how the world is. Accept it by now. Lying cheating betraying distrusting. Ah, but always ignored. Ignored or accepted? Held together by so called bonds. What is the need? That is the mistake. It should not be a need. It should never be the need. It should be the want. It should never be obsession. It should be confidence. It should never be pushed down. It should be pursued. With a zeal. With a zeal never known. With a zeal to be discovered. Yes. How unusual. Discover the zeal while the goal is in sight. Oh how simple it sounds in words. How very simple. Almost comical. Because it is just as easy to disregard. Ah, the complicated situation. How terrible.

These are never constant thoughts. All of these. As it was before. A change, yes, I notice. But that is what I want. Bigger change. In what? I know not. Or maybe I do. Because I know what I’m looking for. Change. But what to say? How to prove? Does it need to be proven? Or do I blindly believe? Have I always blindly believed? I know not… I know not…

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Lessons from mere Sentences...

Lessons from mere Sentences...

Lately, I have been obsessing about contemporary Indian authors. Some books turned out to be cliffhangers, some utterly bewildering and many, thoroughly enjoyable. So in this obsessive phase of mine, I came across a very touching book.

"Sister of my Heart" by Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni.

A couple of sentences from the book struck a chord with me and I would like to share it with all of you.
Mini lessons, shall we call them?
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"You must make your own happiness. You must be wise enough to recognize it when it comes. And if it doesn't come in spite of all your efforts, you must do something about that as well"

"I was sad, but not unhappy"

"Perhaps it is just that desire lies at the heart of human existence. When we turn away from one desire, we must find another to cleave to with all our strength"

"Because that's the thing about us human beings when we really love someone, we can be happy even while out heart is breaking"

"Don't regret what you can't change"

"I promised myself I would no longer place my hopes on a happiness that was held in someone else's hand"

"But sometimes the only way to healing is through the corridor of pain"

"But then, love is never about deserving, is it? Nor is hate"

"If there is one thing his story has taught me, it is that when all the dross is melted away from the human heart, only gold remains"

and finally, the sentence that is so simple, yet means so much...

"I love her because I love her"
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Pick the book up when you get the chance... It was simply amazing!

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Reflection

Reflection

It struck me as odd. That which I was trying to avoid my entire life, stood in front of me in a completely different manner. Did I know that this is how it was going to materialize into view? I figured it was a defect. I assumed it was trick my eyes played on me and I believed the deception my brain created. I started laughing hysterically. Was this it? Was this what I was supposed to learn? But alas, I still don't understand the lesson. What I thought was meant for me, wasn't for me. What I thought was not for me, turned out to belong to me. So I conclude that this is a lesson in mindset.

This could be a futile attempt to justify my assessments. But I hope to create a sensible explanation.

An experience before was categorized as brutal, intolerable and avoidable. Why undergo it? It was not helplessness. Then what was it? It was a web created by one affected mind, which caught several lives. So then what is the difference between then and now? Realization dawns on me as I say a simple sentence in a general conversation. It is a fear of becoming whom I have avoided being all my life. It is a fear of putting myself in a situation that I was scared to be in all my life.

Is it under the same circumstances? The answer to that question would be no. So then how is it the same fear? The answer: recognition of mindset. But I dare to disregard it because that seems cowardly. Does acknowledgment justify everything? No, but action does. So is any other action conducted during a period considered acceptable? The answer to that particular question, I do not know. However, I have come to understand that one apparent weakness does not mean it becomes necessary to disregard the entire being.

What I have failed to grasp ten years ago, I have fully comprehended now.

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"Kabhi Kabhi"

"Kabhi Kabhi"

Here I am... In the country that I was born... The country where I've spent only eight years of my life. India.

And its been a blast! Watching movies, relaxing with my grandparents while I listen to my grandma tell me stories of when she was young, gossiping with cousins, eating roadside chaat and meeting old friends...

But the reason for this post is not to tell you about my India experience. But the reason for this entry is a song... That has been playing over and over again on every television set here in every home.

"Kabhi Kabhi Aditi Zindagi" from the movie "Jaane Tu Ya Jaane Na"

So what is it about the song?

Does it have the high pitched notes of the flute, the soft sound of the water fall, the sob of a violin or the faint thud of a tabla? Like the songs "Maula Mera Maula" and "Javeda Zindagi" from "Anwar"? No... it doesn't...

Does it have deep meaningful lyrics like the song "Ajeeb Dastaan Hai Yeh" from "Dil Apna Preet Paraya"? Does it have the "old is gold" tab linked to it? No... it doesn't...

Does it have trendy beats and fast music like the song "Ya Ali" from "Gangster"? No... it doesn't...

Does it have Hrithik Roshan pining away for his love like in the song "Tum Se Mujhe" from "Na Tum Jaano Na Hum"? No... it doesn't...

So, then what is it bout this song that has made me fall in love with it and has managed to make it into my list of top songs? Maybe its because I've heard it so many times that its been hammered into my brain and I've been forced to fall in love with it. Or maybe because the simplicity of the song and music has stolen my heart...

It carries a simple message of how life always has a bright side, despite the troubles and pain it may give us. A simple message where a small smile can bring unimaginable amounts of happiness.

And to always remember... that when you feel like you have no hope left in life and nothing seems to be going right, then you will always have someone that loves you so much that it will make everything alright... Their love will make everything alright...

So, its just this simplicity that made me write this entry... And I hope that you will listen to this song and enjoy it as much as I do...

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12:34

12:34

Innocence, purity and loyalty.

Desire, affection and vibrance.

Neither should they be separate,
Neither should they fully combine...

They shall exist together,
In the same space and time...
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A constant chastising
of the mind,
To comprehend
and compromise.

Nobody,
seems to be at fault,
Blamed
Are the situations
which arise.

But is it not true?
that it is so,
Where people
themselves,

Mold the circumstances
into being,
And fault can be found
as deeper as one
delves.

A task it is,
To realize
Blaming flaws
Is not where
the solution lies.

It can neither
Be forced
nor rushed.
Despite the repetition
of the now common word
'Understand'

But a puzzle
of truly understanding
That word itself
'Understand'
What is it?

It is...
To be willing,
To work
To accomplish
And
To SEE...
From the eyes
of another.

And it comes
At a noticeable moment.
That has been acknowledged
again and again.

Yet it is not the answer.
But a step
Forward.

It is not
Unnatural,
Nor is it
Forced.
It is simply
The will of their own.

Now is when
The two eminent beings
Collide.
Time. Patience.

For it is known that it does exist.
Lying beneath the surface.
It needs to emerge.
With assurance.
Faith. Trust.

For one will not
move forward
Till the other does.
And one will wait
For the other.

Conflicting
as they may be,
Contradictory
as it may sound.

It is absolutely futile
To deny
There exists
An invisible strand
by which they are bound.

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"To the Future Forest"

"To the Future Forest"

Lately, thoughts about the future have been plaguing my mind. The constant worrying about grades, about whether I will end up with a decent job to pay off my loans, and just the path of life in general... And as usual, to stop worrying too much, I started to clean up to get my mind off things. I was looking through my old things today and have succeeded in making myself nostalgic... Pictures of when I was young, signatures of old school mates, old birthday cards, books that I don't read anymore (Baby sitters club!) and most important of all, my writings...

I found a story that I wrote when I was 10 years old, and it brought a smile to my face... The title I thought was fitting for the mood I am in right now and it was quite amusing that I came across it 10 years later... I had absolutely no idea that I wrote this story. It was hidden behind another story in my folder and it fell out while I was taking out the original one to read. So I would like to share it with everybody, because I figured it would be a good change to my blog... A story by a 10 year old, instead of all the other confusing writings by a 20 year old... I laughed at my ideas of the future, the setting and my writing style that I had when I was 10 years old. It definitely brightened up my day...
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"Fluffy, Fluffy!" I screamed.
"Yes, Yes. I'm coming! God, you don't have to scream your head off like that," answered Fluffy.
"Well, what do you expect me to do?" I questioned Fluffy.
"You could have just called me sweetly!" she exclaimed.
"Nancy, Nancy..." called my mom from downstairs. "Who is it you're talking to?"
"Nobody mom," I replied, "Just... Just... talking to myself".

Oh hello! I didn't realize you were here! Anyway, my name is Nancy and I'm going to the future. Yes, to the future. Not to the past. You see, my friend Sally, she invented a new time machine and she asked me if I could come and we could both travel to the future. I know it sounds weird, but its true.
Oh, and I completely forgot to tell you about my Teddy Bear, Fluffy. Now, you better not faint because I am going to tell you something which I've never told anyone before. Ready? Okay. My Teddy Bear can talk. I know what you're thinking. Teddy Bears can't talk. Well, let me tell you that they really do!
Anyway, back to the scene. I grabbed Fluffy by the hand and ran to my mom. I informed her that I was going to Sally's house. I ran to Sally and she was cleaning the time machine. It looked sort of like a big apple. We jumped into the time machine and Sally pressed the year 3000. I was astonished. I didn't know it would go that far. Then she asked me, "Which place do you want to go to?"
I replied, "Um... Lets go to the forest."
Then suddenly, the machine started jumping and wiggling about. Then ZAP! A lightning flashed, and the next thing we knew, we were in the forest. We quickly jumped out of the machine. The forest was just like a park. But there were lots of trees. There were benches and a cute nice waterfall. People were flying on little jet sort of things to places. Sally started to wander off. I tried to keep up with her, but she was too fast for me. So Fluffly and I were the only ones left.
"Lets explore a bit," Fluffy said.
So we started heading North (or was it South? I should tell you that I'm not that good in Geography and my sense of direction is quite poor).
"Oh, look!" Fluffy exclaimed.
She ran over to a flower with many colors on it. We picked a bunch of them for ourselves and we continued walking. We saw a lot of things like weeds in red color and leaves in blue color.
"Wow!" I said to Fluffy, "Things sure have changed in the future."
It was turning dark and Sally didn't return.
"I wonder where she went?" I asked Fluffy.
Fluffy replied in a scared voice, "What if she left us here and went back? What if she got lost? Or what if she got eaten by dinosaurs?"
"Don't be silly," I replied, "There are no dinosaurs here. They're only in the past. And besides, Sally would never leave us here."
Just then, we heard a growl. I immediately stopped talking. I didn't move an inch. A lion's paw stepped out from the bushes. I got up and held Fluffy tight in my hands. The lion came out. It sure looked hungry. I turned around and started running. The lion started following me. I ran and ran, until I was at the edge of a cliff. The lion came closer and closer. I stepped back. The lion opened its mouth to eat me and ZAP! Another lightning flashed yet again, and I was back in the time machine and Sally was right beside me.
"Thanks a lot!" I said angrily to Sally.
"Don't mention it," answered Sally, laughing.

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Camouflaged droplet

Camouflaged droplet

The blockade sways and,
the bricks are tumbling.
It is the initial hint,
Of a wall crumbling.

An intense unyielding power,
It leaves everything undone.
The cracks spread through,
Weakening the blocks one by one.

It would be a vain attempt,
To fight against this force.
For it uses all means to enter,
Without any remorse.

Will it revert to its origin,
If the wall refuses to fall?
Would it be a naïve loss,
If it doesn't return with a humble call?
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"Sometimes people put up walls, not to keep others out... but to see who cares enough to tear them down"
-Susan Barnes

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What it is

What it is

Is it a mysterious land that no one has ever set foot upon...?

I'm groping around for the unknown in a foreign territory, which is utterly bewildering. Rational thought cannot define the state of my of mind. I search around blindly for the unexplained, forcing my way through unseen boundaries.

I hope one day I will recognize the reason...

Is it a ravishing vine that no one has ever seen...?

It is a vine of warmth, entwining itself around my dreams. It grasps firmly onto my hopes for support, flourishing naturally. I am in awe at its swift growth, unable to locate the source of its graceful flowering. It sweeps in through the narrow chasm in my mind with fierce zeal, encircling my thoughts.

I hope one day I will find the root...

Or is it a puzzle that no one has ever pieced together...?

This puzzle is an unusual one, as it is said. The fringes fit perfectly together, yet it still has many missing pieces. The joy in finding those absent fragments is like no other. I bask in the success of every new discovery I make. I find delight in every new feature I uncover. I celebrate every step of the way.

I hope one day I will know...

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Dawn to Dusk

Dawn to Dusk

An innocent question, I ask, of how to seize the essence.

I receive a clear and simple answer: unattainable is the presence.

It was the silence in the atmosphere, fully palpable.

It was the surrounding aura, the serene ambience, barely penetrable.

A mention of pain and there was a transformation in expression.

A puzzling predicament, an uncertain glimpse, for it was failed suppression.

It was a helpless situation, where no action could be taken.

Pleasing was the sole thought, that I should not be forsaken.

It was a delicious end to an untarnished day.

For it was in a contended haven that I lay.

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Eternally

Eternally

Two radiant fairies,
Playing in the sand.

Laughing and running,
Hand in hand.

In a world of their own,
They do live.

Happiness and sorrow,
They receive and give.

It was an invisible bond,
Which linked them both.

An unspoken promise,
A sacred oath.

Till the end of time,
They swore to be together.

To love each other,
Now and forever.

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For the New Year...

For the New Year...

Thoughts about those,
Who are unaware,
I, myself, am unconscious,
For feelings which matter.

A trickle of a tear,
For those who do not care,
I forget the ones,
Who never make me cry.

An attempt to change myself,
For those, in whose world I do not exist,
Forgetting about those,
Who accept me for who I am.

Bequeathing a wreath of devotion,
At whose feet which walk away,
Staring at the footprints left behind,
Unaware of the affectionate arm on my shoulder…

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"We tend to forget that happiness doesn't come as a result of getting something we don't have, but of recognizing and appreciating what we do have"

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