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Mother’s lamentations

She stumbles to my doorstep, upset and drenched, Her tears blend with the raindrops, the skies gloomy and tense. The air is thick, hazy, hot as her grief, A storm rages within her— agony and total disbelief. Her hands shake like the quivering leaves in the downpour, Her eyes wild with fear, and her soul just too sore. She gasps for words, but all that comes is pain, A cry for help, lost in the wild hurricane. "I can't breathe," she whispers, voice cracked and frail, "From the fires to the floods, everything around that’s unwell. My forests burn, my oceans rise with rage, My heart - once steady - now beats in a cage." And then she takes - this feeble form, so worn, Is the Mother Earth herself, beaten, broken, and torn. No more can she bear the weight of our deeds, No more can she heal; we are making her bleed. I sank to my knees, guilt heavy and raw, "I’m sorry," I murmur, "for our every flaw." “For every tree that we chopped down, every river...

Longing

In the quiet of the night, I search for my calling. Longing for a purpose, my heart keeps on falling. Striving a dream that seems forever out of reach. Yearning for that tricky truth, I strain to teach. Aching to achieve, what has yet to be attained. Longing for a liking, that can never be regained. Yearning for the ties with someone I'll never meet. Longing for a destiny that feels so obsolete. Like a ship lost at sea, I keep looking for a solid ground. Looking for answers, that may never be found. I search within, a longing deep inside my soul. Hoping for a purpose that will make me whole.

Keepsakes

Remember that folded letter, safely kept in a book, lying on the corner of the shelf...for years?  Remember that tiny batman, bobbling his head, helping you battle your fears? Remember that ticket stub, from the movie you just watched to cheer your friend? Remember that old watch you just couldn't give away? It's nostalgia wrapped up on your hand for whatever be the trend. Remember the dried petals of the rose which made you understand what love feels like? Remember those colorful stones you collected, while walking back home from your hike? Remember that book you loved as a kid? Lost in the pile of your new stash of books waiting to be read again. Remember all the souvenirs you brought back from your trip? Though perishable, the memories still remain. Remember that frail heart of yours, carrying the storms of melting snowflakes? Memories, stories, and poems, I keep carrying this packsack of invisible keepsakes...

8 Beautiful Non-English Words You Should Steal Right Away

With all this extra time the lockdown has offered me, I am certainly not going to miss out on working on my vocabulary. The best thing I can do is dig through the word of web and look of charming words that can enhance my mini lexis. So, here’s a bunch of beautiful words that do not have a direct English equivalent. But I guess this is what preserves its charm. Wabi Sabi – According to traditional Japanese philosophy, this concept is based on the principle of imperfection. It is the art of finding beauty in the imperfections of life and appreciating the changes that are happening. With the current situation that has affected the world, it would make us happier if we lived life the wabi sabi way. Sturmfrei – This German word literally translates to storm-free. But in reality, it has quite a different meaning. Sturmfrei is the freedom of being alone. Remember, as a child when you would get a day alone at home when your parents had gone out. That feeling, where you had the hou...

Nonwriter's block

I am not a writer So I am not obliged to write...  But don't I have enough words? Or is it just some fright? I once wrote because it was all breezy... It felt homely and so nice and cozy.  And just when you got very comfortable writing... The demons of half-rhyme came all haunting.  All confused, stuck between hell and hill... What should I write next? The time there stood still.  I kept thinking how do I overcome this bump? And that's when I realized, In this lush rainforest...I was looking for a stump.   I'll always be a nonwriter...With nothing much to write. In your dark and stormy way, just write anything and find your light.

Trip Down The Memory Lane

The title says it all! Doesn’t it? No it doesn't. My friend just made me realize we are done with 10 years to class 10 board exams and I am still awestruck. Wow! We have come a long way. We are old. 😔 And now when I see these revamped textbooks or plan on walking through the old school corridors, It scares me to see that things have changed. A lot! Some for a greater good, some for not! But this trip down the memory lane is bringing back a lot of crazy impressions of the good old days. Speaking of crazy and good old days, I’ve realized there are many things I haven’t written about. As a Tween now, I find myself ridiculously funny as a teenage person. But telle était la vie and so all were we. Please don't be lazy. Translate it for yourself. 😏 But it was a good time. Growing up as a kid in 2000s was no less than a treat. And here are 26 good reasons for it. Why 26? Because it’s a silly number, just like us and our age. 😯 So here it is list of a...

We are millennials

A generation with relentless skew. A blend of abstract, random, and tinges of hue. A filter can frame us happy and perky. Keep guessing the thoughts of this mind that's so murky. We are confident, we are restless... We are empowered, we are fearless... We are loyalists, we are cool... We have labels, but we are no fools... We are a generation that believes "the struggle is real" It's #cool, #strong, #ItsNoBigDeal We are a generation so strong, yet so vulnerable... Yes, we care...we are the millennials!