The Forbidden Door is the scariest door in history. Nobody has ever dared to open it. People say that it has spirits of those who died many years ago and those spirits made a mark on the door which people called the ‘Mark of Death’ to warn others not to go inside. So, they SEALED it.
The revolving Earth spoke in a somber voice;
Its resources are diminishing, lost are its joys.
The trees could do so much for you and me,
If only we stop our chopping spree.
My sister and I did not ASK to drive on an abandoned road, or stumble into Canada, spend the night in jail, raft across the Missouri river, and most of all, we did not want to get a speeding ticket. You might not believe I was convicted of stealing a car when I was 10 years old but here, I am, telling you the tale of my very own. It all started on June 15th, 2009.
It was a chilly morning. I was playing with my friends outside when a sudden sound shook the earth! We were scared. “Was it an earthquake? Or an asteroid from outer space?”, we wondered. It was just a fraction of a second but left us with numerous thoughts. “Should we run back home? Or look for shelter nearby?”. Our brains seemed to have stopped working.
The most precious wealth
Is your health!
A healthy you is a better you
Or suffer all illness and flu
There’s an uneasiness engulfing me, since last few days
The warm blanket and your coquetry
keep me engaged in cold February nights
I stay awake in the swarming, slithering moonlight
The telomeres of my twenty- three pairs
Of chromosomes, are now shorter than they were;
The seven and thirty trillion cells of my body
Are just beyond rejuvenation and repair!
The blue sky, the white waves
The rise and the fall
The ebb and the flow
The feel of wet sand beneath my feet
Footprints of mine being washed away
Children building sandcastles
Teens chasing the waves gleefully
Couples walking hand in hand
Oh! What a lovely sight
This is heaven!
I sat on the patio looking around, unmasked,
asking myself myriad questions,
basking in little magical moments, multi-tasking.
Beguiled by a squirrel scurrying along, a robin singing a song,
a lapwing delicately maneuvering its way
across the rain-drenched ground- a fashionista self-styled.
She wanders around the blooming flowers,
Fresh as the morning dew, exuberant as the sunrise.
Oh I could gaze at her for hours,
She stole my heart the day I set my eyes.