A Bittersweet Affair

The first hello in your trembling eyes
The food you devoured with a ghastly prime
The beastly demeanour I trained with might
The being it replaced so loving and kind
The days became shorter and life bright
The strength you
wielded to safeguard my pride
The society feared any different type
The tiny error grew into a mountain climb
The time came to protect my saviour
The inevitable separation became a woeful affair
The promises for forever will always reside
The last goodbye in your haunting eyes

Sisterhood

Yelling, screeching, groaning
Noises echo through the homestead
Two sisters share one room
It’s a wonder nobody has died yet !

From TV to the side of bed
They fight on all aspects
But never judge a book by its cover
Human relations are beyond complex

The disputes play no significance
The bond among sisters is resilient
Even bereft of a moment of amity
Time with a sister is transcendent.

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Lonely Love

So close, within a few inches
Yet so far, like miles apart
Fingers that linger your touch and
Me that longs for your heart

There is no solace
For a soul in love
Can’t endure or control
This lonely love

Your voice, your eyes, your lips
My brain is a frenzied mess
Is it supposed to be like this?
Enticing but agonising no less

Lives wither away
Never encounter a rarer love
Lucky I am to come across
This lonely love

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The Meadow

Meet me at the meadow
Where we once met
On a starry night
Over the grass still wet
You looked at me
With your shining eyes
Like you could see
My tethered spirit

Meet me at the meadow
Where you promised me
That this will
Forever be

Meet me at the meadow
Where the flowers bloom
That’s the place
Where I’ll love you.

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My World Of Imagination

My books, my prized possessions. Those mere words that take you on an adventure far beyond your expectations. My perfect dose away from reality. Books have a charm, the power to bewitch you and engulf you into their world, a world of fantasy.

Reality is so mundane. Books are my escape from reality. Why survive in reality when you can thrive in books. Why live one life when you can live thousands. Visit all corners of the world in a day, start a revolution the next, fall in love with a vampire before and go to Hogwarts later.

Because of books I know things, I know kindness and cruelty. I know its never too late to do the right thing, I know its our choices that decide who we truly are, I know some infinities are bigger than other infinities, I know it doesn’t matter where we come from but where we go from there. Books have a way to teach you all those life lessons without you even knowing it.

I remember buying each and every one of my books. From the first Archies to The Diary of a Wimpy Kid to Twilight to Looking For Alaska to Wuthering Heights to The Great Gatsby. The happiness I felt can’t ever be measured. Each one having their own memory, their own experience. All books have their own stories some written and some unwritten. Reading is just dreaming with open eyes. My library is my life in a room. My books, my first love.

Paperbacks took my heart and never gave it back.

Books have the power to even turn muggles into wizards. Books open the door to my world, a world of imagination.

Significance Of Hope

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“Hey mom , have you seen the book I was reading earlier ? ” I asked frantically searching my room.

” The Sherlock Holmes one ? No , sorry.” She shouted from the other room.

” I think I left it in the town park, I am going to go check there. ”

So I rushed to the bench in the park where I was sitting earlier in hope of finding it and instead found a girl in a little ragged  old  clothes trying to read my book.

” Hey ! That is my book . ” I said in an angry tone.

” What this ? Sorry I didn’t know , I just found it lying here.” She apologised.

” Its okay ” I said realising she was just a kid.I sat down beside her.

” I saw you weren’t able to read it properly.” I asked after calming down.

” Yeah well ,  I can’t really read.” She said looking at her feet.

” Don’t you go to school ? You look very young . How old are you ? ” I enquired.

” I am 11 and I don’t go to school . My family can’t afford it.” She said sadly. ” That is why I am self-learning .I try to read and write whenever I can. I am not very good right now but soon I will be.Then maybe I can pass the scholarship exam at Global School and study there. Then I’ll be able to earn money when I grow up and my mother won’t have to work so much.” She said with gleaming eyes.

” You are very smart. That is a good plan but you will have to work really hard. ” I said matter-of-factly.

” I know . My mum says that with a little hope anything is possible. ” She replied with a smile.

” Your mum is a smart woman like you. You know I can help you in passing that exam . It’s after 4 months.Come here everyday at 5 o clock and I’ll teach you.Now I have to go. Remember tomorrow at 5. Bye ! ” I said as I was about to leave.

” Wait you forgot your book.” She shouted stopping me.

” You keep it as an early passing gift . ” I said with a big smile. ” Wait, Whats your name ? I am kim. ” I asked remembering I didn’t know her name.

” My name  is also Kim. What a coincidence !” She replied excitedly.

” Maybe not a coincidence at all . ” I said thinking how god works in mysterious ways.

Later  I returned home .

” Did you find your book ? ” My mom asked me.

” Yes and something much more valuable. ” I replied.

That day I found what a little hope can do. That day I found the significance of hope !