Friday, April 16, 2021

Creative Writings

Creative Writings

The Walk

Watitsungla T Aier It was just another day,When the sunset and the sun rose,Just another day when the wind was travelling to collect tales to tell me later,The flowers swaying to his whims and fancies. The road seemed smoother and all the puddles were left untouched by me,The bright pink could not be stained with brown spots,The two pigtails should stay in place,The finely scrubbed hands should stay neat. The pink rucksack made a rhythmic sound with every step I took,I remembered the Flora classic pencil with its pink flowers,...
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This March 8….

#choose to challengePangs of pandemicPrevileges of pridePositions of abusersPrejudices of power#choose to challengeTyranny in traditionsInjustice in intoleranceDistress in dominationBlisters in burdens.#choose to challengeGlass ceilings of glamourPrice tags of politicsJokes of sexismHatred of assumptions.#choose to challengeCommunities of complacencyCommonalities of casteismCultures of conflictCollaborative compromises.#choose to challengeExcesses of exploitationExperiences of extremismElitist extravagenceEmpowered silences. Samhita Barooah...
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Perfect and Flaw!

Is she stupid?Cause she is tall,But she wear heels,Hahaha,She is definitely mad!Cause she is short,But like flats.Such an hoodoo he is!Cause he is cute,But nobody likes him.Proud is all he is!Cause he is handsome,And has a girlfriend too.There are perfects,There are flaws,And this is fact!And everything matters,Till your lifeline is.So learn to live,Laugh and love,With it!~ Taniskha Jain...
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Courage – a challenge to accept

I'm still in shockFor the first time in life, I feel blind.Because, someone told me that 'courage' would find me in the most unexpected places.So I waited, waited for you to come.Then I assumed there must have been a little traffic so I wanted a little longer but impatient as I am, I got tired of waitingAnd I went out to look for you.I looked for you in the most common of places with no availThe first place I checked was under the bed.All stories tell us that there are...
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Who is Yours? Who is Alien?

There was a day,When you were born.Can you call your familyTo be yours?And rest of the world alien.Will it be correct?You see owing to the reality,Nobody is yours,You are nobody's,All are rather alien.You have come alone,So shall you go alone. -Tanishka Jain...
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Blame! Blame! Blame!

If you don't abide with next age group,And your kids don't understand you,You are to blame.If you are always on phone,And your parents take it away from you,You are to blame. If you didn't fight for what,You want to be in some years,You are to blame. If you are depressed,Because of others conduct, You are to blame. Tanishka Jain...
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Love for my father

Your presence bolters me,Your absence depresses me;I wish I can be with you forever.Can't you and I get together?I am ready to live an ascetic life,To you, I adore to live. My mind sets me on being aloof,My life leads me to stay alone;Why? I do not ask myself! Half a heart I carry,The other half awaiting meIn the event where we will be one,Where we'll no longer be alone, but together.Maybe the universe is a place for tomorrow,Our life needs not an interminable spot for you and me. I...
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A bookmark

Have a certain reason,To read books.To dwell oneself in those characters,To heart the fluency in language,To utilise best of time,But mood all days aren't same.If a bookmark is under a page,And at the same time reads good,Thoughts change. -Tanishka Jain...
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Walk in her shoes

The so called 'life'In her shoesIs build with her efforts not yours?She is what she is.You are what you are.But once in your life,Walk in her shoes.Then dare to judge,With your dialect.That blatantly judges her,Judge other hers. -Tanishka Jain...
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A Humanoid Star Seed

I always wake up in the middle of the night thinking It's absolutely alright to scrub all the layers of 'Barnacles' that covered 'my essence' locked somewhere deeper inside the 'Davy Jones' Locker' millions of light years deeper inside the galactic oceans of this ever expanding, infinite universe.I rebel against my own 'self' infinite births ago; still carrying the fire of being the ultimate 'odorator' of my own 'ethos'.Repositioning myself every moment, whirling like a lunatic 'Sufi' on the melodies of my own self-discovered divine 'Guitar' once probably owned by...
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