Adeel's Stories

Dew

And now I am here Alone and dejected Crawling along with the cold breeze A familiar pauper and rejected Remember I the days of the past Mother used to hug me tight She was full of colors And I ended to a life black and white To live a life like nothing Is no less than being dead Sitting on this concrete bench My hearts aches for my bed Winters was the most cherished season once And my favorite was the morning fog I had friends then to play with And now just a street dog And now I am here Lost and infected Walking down the lanes Just another pauper and neglected.

Sip of need

I wish I could filter out all the atrocities that occur to the innocents like this. I wish I could wipe out the bad elements from my country with a single sip of my lemon tea. I wish and only I wish. I pray that people only drink tea and not each other's blood. I pray the people of my country only boil water and not bodies. I pray people smell of peach, cinnamon, lemon and not of evil deeds. O I pray! Only I pray. .

Roar

They say I am just an overrated member of the jungle. Just as useless as a chocolate in a teapot. I am the crux to all the troubles. I scream for no reason. I am ugly with termites all over my skin. I am a nomad with no permanent shelter to cover my ugly visage. But little does they know, I am the predecessor to the most cerebral creature ever born in this universe. I am the Baton. I could flip emotions and change colors better than a Chameleon. Watch back and hear me roar..

Tides

As I walk past the river, I still hear her screams. At night, when the moon is high, I see her dancing onto the waves and reaching out for me. I remember still when she lost her control and slipped into the water, deep and still. I don't see my reflection when I sit down at stairs but her, helpless and trapped. Every winter when the moon is full, I swim into the river, to feel her on my skin. I feel her love and die a little every night. .

Tides

As I walk past the river, I still hear her screams. At night, when the moon is high, I see her dancing onto the waves and reaching out for me. I remember still when she lost her control and slipped into the water, deep and still. I don't see my reflection when I sit down at stairs but her, helpless and trapped. Every winter when the moon is full, swim I into the river, to feel her on my skin. I feel her love and die a little every night. .

Tides

As I walk past the river, I still hear her screams. At night, when the moon is high, I see her dancing onto the waves and reaching out for me. I remember still when she lost her control and slipped into the water, deep and still. I don't see my reflection when I sit down at stairs but her, helpless and trapped. Every winters when the moon is full, swim I into the river, to feel her on my skin. I feel her love and die a little every night. .

Hold my hand

Baba asked Juhi and Sneha to hold hands of their little brother Amrit. It was difficult for both of them to match with the pace of Amrit as he is full of joy thinking it was him who was guiding his elder sisters. Juhi murmured something to Sneha and they both started laughing. Baba, in his usual sedate voice, said to them, sonny! Little Amrit will be your torch once he get out of his small pants. And they all laughed except for Amrit. .

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