Laying on the ground under the blue sky as the cool breeze brushes through my hairs. I can feel the fragrance of the beautiful flowers around me. It all feels like a dream, but it's been a while, and I'm laying like this in the middle of nowhere no one has called me, and I can't see anything near me, where am I? Is this really a dream? Then I focus and hear a voice. Sounds like someone is sobbing nearby. I try to look around, but I'm unable to get up. It feels like someone has tied me to the ground and I can't move my body parts. I can feel them but they aren't working anymore. I'm trying to scream but I can't, because it feels there isn't any voice in my throat. Not only that, but I'm lying here in the middle of nowhere completely helpless. The frequency of voice is increasing now. I can feel someone is near me but still far-away. It feels like we are sitting together but still I can't contact them. So I try to open my eyes. The moment I opened my eyes, a very bright light is focused on my face. I try to look around, but the light is too bright. I see my hands are there, but needles are pierced in them. Supplying some sort of medicine.I guess, I finally feel that I'm on bed, not in meadows, and this isn't my ordinary bed. I'm in hospital. Sitting beside are my family members and friends with a look of despair on their face. Hoping that maybe this wanna be corpse is going to wake up, and eradicate the tension in this room. I heard them Whispering. It's been 2 years since he's on this bed, and doctors are like he is almost gone. After listening this my pupils dilate, and I try to move my body, but it won't respond I don't know what happened, and why I'm in this hospital room now. I try to cry, but no tears are coming out. I'm thinking how did I land into this situation, so I saw a face that feels familiar, but I don't remember where I saw her. So I kept on thinking for a while, the moment I realized who she is. My mind went blank, because she is the reason I'm here, tied to this bed, waiting for my death. It all started when we met it was spring. The season of love she used to say...
My tongue ceased to move, as if it's in coma, My body quaked every moment in trauma, There was no way out but learn to cope, Too late I realised, lied within me the only ray of hope.
In the desire to earn and help my family, I had accepted to part for a job out of the country, But less did I know I would repent leaving my own sand, I'd become a bonded labour on that foreign land.
A day like a tsunami did splash over my existence, Tried to squeeze until dribbled the last drop of my innocence, That night, a man healthy and tall, like a giant human was sent, So that they could trade over my body to fetch a huge consignment.
That night wasn't a bane, rather a blessing in disguise, All the sufferings and piled up exasperation helped my rise, Like a wild eagle, I flapped my wings of courage, My strength became the flames of my voracious rage.
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Dark is the night. In the distance, the dogs are barking, probably fighting, over a mate, to mate, so human. I am sitting still, staring at the street light, flickering ghost-light, as if a devil is opening and closing its mouth to quarrel, "you aren't scared of me, but lesser than me, ghosts of my kind". And, Across the street, the black cat, licking its claws, as if she wants something of me, I should probably pat her till her claws clutch my veins to rip them open, but I am sitting still. headlights swiftly approaching towards me, I would want them to run over me, not once, not twice, a hundred times, and then tell me, You just ran yourself over, not once, not twice, a hundred times But, here I am sitting still, on the roof of my house, and God knows what I am imagining, if I could help you visualise the height and the edge from where my feet are dangling, you would probably think of me as someone suicidal. And some might know where are these verses coming from, Like my mom, who opens the gate sometimes, and stunningly says, I thought you were upstairs. ✒@furqanahmed33
Can you see the starry sky Filled with billions of little Lights , lit just for us tonight? Do you feel the chill in the air— So that you can hold me close Hold me tight . As the wind plays softly With your hair I wonder..... If I say the words I’ve been Meaning to tonight, would you Consider it a complete blunder. The gentle swish and swoop Acts like a LULLABY , makes me Want to cuddle up to you.... I hope this is a start To something brilliant And something brand new — We’ve only known each Other a little while I know, But I’d do anything just For you to let me be Your beau. Contrary to the steady beat Of your heart , my own Is filled with anxiety and Flutters every time I think Of my vault into the unknown. I hope you’re there to catch Me as I leap onto the other side Because no longer do I feel the need to, From you my feelings hide .... Poured out onto a sheet This is my LOVE LETTER to you That talks of my life’s greatest desire Filled with the scent of ROSES few. I wonder why people akin Love to a disease .... Because if this is love every Moment I’d like to seize To tell you how much I adore, Respect and admire you too How much I like your little Quirks, how much I love you
I am the princess of roads and streets, Wrapped in the velour of dirt, my personality greets, I do not have a diamond tiara adding to my grace, The only jewel I wear is my emarald eyes and smiling face.
The harshness of the passers by couldn't snatch my charm, A bowl of hopes in one and nurturing starvation in another arm, I swallow my thirst like a glass of old wine, Waited all my life for a miraculous turning point of mine.
O! But so stupid was I, never knew, never ever realised, Dreams aren't meant for the eyes, with poverty that are paralysed, He used to pass daily through that lane in his car, Dropped more than I desired in my bowl of scar.
He claimed that he loved me and his love was true, He was the prince Godsend to pull me out of my days of blue, Very soon I sat next to him in the car, crossing the same streets, Not for begging, but enjoying his sweetness, lovely treats.
We completely forgot that we were still unmarried, We lived our lives like a couple, his child I carried, But destiny was a foe and remained until last, It dugged out my misfortune and enliven my past.
He broke all promises and merged with the soil, A major car accident was the reason for the spoil, Months passed by and my labor hit me finally, I became the mother of a son whose father silenced eternally.
The unborn I carried, didn't abort though I had the option, As I didn't want to kill the sign of my love, resting peacefully, Breast-fed my baby once before giving away for adoption, To a barren couple who would give all the luxuries to my son, like a royal family.