My Voice

He came to ask me out, to have a coffee in near by shop. Just a minute walk away it is, said he with a small voice. Confused I was, I tried not to look at his eyes. Making myself look stupid, I wanted to run from his sight. Moving my bag hanging from one side to both my shoulders, I said i have a tuition to attend. Assuring to meet next time, I waved good bye. During the slow walk for home, was a race running within my mind. The silent road had an eco of what was going inside my mind. It was just a coffee.. It was just a coffee.. Its just a coffee! Its just a coffee!

I listened to songs and reflected on every words of its lyrics, to learn to craft my words in a beautiful way. I turned the pages of books I had read years back, to recapture the essence of its lines that had once made my heart blow. Still, I lost my grab on the creative me, And remained alone in this zone of creation. When smoothness didn’t fill my papers, I went in search for pain and aggression. I wounded myself with knife to feel the pain, to spread red blood onto white sheets. I ran to the terrace to capture the freedom of flying birds, to trace it in my piece of art. I became selfish and chose to cage those birds, to keep their freedom alive within me. With an excuse of not having stolen them but only stored, to release as soon as my papers would grow their wings. This didn’t take me anywhere, Crunching me down, all papers of my notebook was of waste now, I wanted to calm down and take a deep breathe, I wanted to rest! So...

Sonali: Hey! (Salisha and friends chatting) Anjila: Why were you late for the assembly Salisha? Salisha: I was reading. I was in the last chapter of the book, I didn’t notice the time. Sonali: (Excitedly) Which Book? Salisha: (Name of a Book) My reading journey started when I was in 8 th grade. It’s hard to believe that I knew nothing about “reading habits’ before that. As a teen, I wasn’t very social and loneliness pricked me time to time. I always felt the need to make friends. Most of my classmates were in the first year of their teenage life! This was the time when they were busy trying their hands on getting a boyfriend for the very first time. Between all this, I was busy searching for true friends. So, in my hunt for true friends I tried to fit in the smallest group of my classmates. This was an all girls group, supposedly the most noisy and popular ones. They were talking about Books. Chicken Soup, Princess Diaries, Harry Potter. At first I felt di...

Hey Aabha, Lots have been told during these years. We know the importance we had in each other's life. So, this is not to praise you or to make you feel happy of this precious day but it is to try to make this day a starting of a new journey for you. I will tell you a story today. It started by making a Cup of Coffee. A girl decided to start her journey sharp at 9:00 pm. She placed a book with blank pages on her desk and a new pen besides it. Then she sat on the hard chair in the corner of the room with a confidence to draft her thoughts in paper under the night lamp. She stopped! She reached a white space. Her legs started shaking. Hands started shivering. Fingers unconsciously started rubbing her lips. But, then a bell of reminder to achieve her goal rang and brought her back to the real state. She then took the pen in her hand, stream of thoughts started flowing in her mind. In this abundance of emotions her search for right words began. She lost ...

I am a little girl living in a crowded town. In the northern end of the town lies a dense forest. The forest invites me every evening with its comforting bed of leaves. The fragrance in the air pulls me as escape from the rush of the day gone by. Walking through the wild grasses towering trees reflects its abundance. Blending in the exotic canvas, breaking the silence birds sing lullaby. The streaming sun embraces the forest with gold. Forest beckons me in its pulsing heart. Like every other evening reaching to the wilderness, today I could hear the scampering animal behind the bush. The feel of whose breathe reflected of strength. His shadow covered my legs and pushed me back to the artificial world. We have come across each other many times. Eyes have met, yet we remain as acquaintance. I have not been disconnected due to his fearful eyes. Neither because of his padded strong claws which leaves me spell bound nor because of his love for blood and flesh which makes me numb....

I am not a Sculpture! An intricately moulded master piece, Made from moist clay laid on batter board. A shape of a majestic beauty, Defined from a moving hand of an artist. I am not a Sculpture! A strong piece of art barbequed in fire, To be able to pass any obstacle in Life. A detailed art, formed through continuous nailing, To fit in the society of judgements. I am not a sculpture! With despaired vision until placed in the right spot, Letting the carrier decide my destiny. With body decorated with rare stones, I am just a point of attraction. I am not a sculpture! Bided for Millions of Dollars, To be displayed in the National Museum of our country. Left to be scanned by owl like eyes in the real world, For pleasure of owing an ivory. I am not a sculpture! Wiped hard every day by the caretaker with an excuse of cleaning, Pours away frustration in the assigned job. Touches my private parts with an authority, Making me feel ins...

With passing winter comes the halituous spring, But memories of closeness still smells preety.  Heavenly bliss of new season takes the sensation, But the feel of your heart still reminishes our destiny. Life blooms out of a cacoon fluttering towards the sky, But my wings have fallen in the hands of the indelible. The shadow of the Oak tree is soothingly defining time, Running away from change now life seems to be a long travel. In the thought of the coming spring, I see a mark of remmembredth upon my hand. When lusty heart blossomed to bringforth fruits, I have no razer to erase the old for a new. Reasoning with nature's wish of being young every year, I wish to sing like a nightanlge to make new memory.  Blossom by blossom as nature reflects its beauty, I wish to comfort tomorrow not by old hauling memory.

In the warm day of fading white snow, Cool breeze tickles like a feather through my face. Flowers with arm stretched to bloom, Aromatic breeze teases like a sent through my nares. A soft bed of grass cuddles to let the day pass, Gazing to the clear sky my breadth sounds relaxed. With fading light the shadows now seems to grow, Harking through every foot step my life feels occupied. The night of twinkiling stars afire the cosmic presense, Aching neck now nods right and left to get asleep. The cool breeze brings with it a flood of thoughts, Beating the silence now countless question ecos deep. Long forgotten the town i come from, The wait for love still remebers kindness. With arms gaping to heal the raw soal, The naked eyes still dreams of the greatest happiness... To be Continued....