That evening I sat on the roof of the house in a village and felt passig air, touching my face and playing with my hairs. I was thinking about my history sylaabus and planning to prepare it. But just then I heard some footsteps coming upstairs and when i turned I saw my cousin hanging the clothes. She said "the wind is so strong i hope clothes will dry up fast""ya" i replied looking to the big farms spreading upto horizon. "ok seems you want to be alone. Means i gotta go means you.... i.... i know u... u understand it yourself i think u can hee hee" she said and again ran down shouting "oh ho wait for me I am also coming". My mind was now diverted from studies to nature. I thought it does everything for us... it is our mother... who will warn us thousand times then scold then may be can slap hard.. My thoughts were growing deeper but till then a known voice shouted " hey what are you doing there? Miss lonewolf... haha see her look at her face uhoo yes talking to you ma'am come lets play" " yeah what no no i can't play i have to revise History i can't play.." "okay now shut up, if you are going to study this much you'll become spectacle holder and then you will not get your job..." everyone chuckled and then looked at me if they want me there. " well ok I am coming but I'll.... nothing" I wanted to say that i will play for only half an hour but i stopped coz i didn't want them to make fun of me. While going downstairs I thought who am I? A future fighter pilot who wants to die in war or a peace lover person who wanna save nature.... or am i that who is different from others and alone in crowd... My mind was confused... but then again wind came and whispered in my ears " it is your choice all yours.. you what you have to do and what you want to do... your war would be war for peace.. secure yourself then you'll be able to secure me." and then throwing away all my hesitation i ran freely and said to me " I am wind free, careless or responsible, ignored but yet important" And from then i know my choice......
This is a peom I wrote for a competition at my school. Tell me what you think of it, please?
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Have you felt the torture of hate?
Like a poisonous cloud, it will wait,
Until you burn in the flames of fury.
Then it will creep up and incapacitate.
Alas! You will choke, and don’t try to deny your anger.
It is too late.
Hate is like grasping a red hot coal,
Intent on throwing it at another soul,
Instead it is you, yourself, who burns,
Then your own anger shall take its toll,
You’ll bring about your every mistake and failure.
You’ll be alone.
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Have you felt the torture of hate?
Like a poisonous cloud, it will wait,
Until you burn in the flames of fury.
Then it will creep up and incapacitate.
Alas! You will choke, and don’t try to deny your anger.
It is too late.
Hate is like grasping a red hot coal,
Intent on throwing it at another soul,
Instead it is you, yourself, who burns,
Then your own anger shall take its toll,
You’ll bring about your every mistake and failure.
You’ll be alone.
For the first couple months, that's what it really feels like; darkness, always there like the puppy you always wished for to follow you around.
You may think that vampires are the most godly creatures on earth, but it takes more than just a bite to be beautiful.
But I guess this is the price for not agreeing with a vampire.
"Do you see the "Game Over"sign?
Lasting Happiness
