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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Riches

Riches

A lone figure, she stood leaning against the stalwart tree that gave her solace and support ever since she was little child. A delicate, beautiful girl she was, with dark, almond shaped eyes carefully lined with kohl, her oiled hair neatly braided into a perfect plait with jasmine flowers entwined and a flimsy white veil covering her head. Her plain glass bangles and anklets tinkled with her slightest movement, echoing into the empty night sky.

The glimmer of the moon fell upon her soft face and the wind whispered into her ear, “Dream…”
She smiled to herself, closed her eyes and let her dreams transform her world.

There was the princess, sitting majestically on the royal swing in the garden, with two maids on either side, simply waiting for her command. Her exquisite saree trailed on the ground as she swayed back and forth on the swing. Golden bangles shimmered on her wrist, silver anklets adorned her feet and, in place of a while veil, was an intricately woven kashmiri shawl covering her head. She could hear the faint trickle of water from the large marble fountain across the garden, while the sound of trumpets echoed into the warm summer air, announcing the arrival of the queen.

She knew what the queen would say now. She remembered those words that were repeated to her whenever she managed to drift of into a world of her own.

“Silly girl, riches do not buy you happiness!”

And she was jolted out of her fantasy, as she stared at her mother. She quickly picked up the bucket filled with water, and ran towards home, with one quick glance at the moon. There would always be a tomorrow… To dream…
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(The painting of the woman was done by Raja Ravi Verma. I absolutely adore his paintings, and I hope, whenever you have the time, you will be able to take a look at his amazing artwork).

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