Control Present

Posted: May 15, 2015 in Poetry

I regret making this decision,
One may say after looking at the past,
When I took this decision I am supposed to be this high,
My standards should be this in my future.

Can a decision itself predict the future?
It’s not the past that always matter,
Past is history for us to learn,
Absorb how to face challenges in life.

Are you going to let past control who you are?
Are you going to let past decide what you should do?
Are you going to let past build your future life?
Are you going to let past run your entire life?

Why do you try to control the past?
Past may repeat but in future tense all times,
There is no magic clock like in Harry Potter,
Where we can rewind and make things right.

So, why let past control your life?
Why not control the present you live?
Maybe controlling the present tense in life,
Leads to a better future than you have.

Maybe you have done something wrong in the past,
But you can erase it from the present action you do,
It’s not always the past that you should control,
Control the present to control past and have a better future.

Challenge and life

Posted: May 6, 2015 in Poetry

To pin the flag on the mountain,
We walk up hill through a path,
A curvy path on the mountain,
Hard and rough walk path.

Bumpy road but still we go,
Never let hopes down but we go,
Challenges coming up ahead,
Still we go with a raised head.

Never look back and repent at all,
Moving forward keeping faith,
Don’t look back and leave for all,
Trust yourself and keep some faith.

The trip to the top is a big challenge,
But we have to overcome by trusting ourselves,
Have some fun to look back after the challenge,
Something to remember about ourselves.

Life will be boring without ups and downs,
Challenges maybe hard but switched a light on,
A bumpy road can lead you to go few downs,
But turning back meaning in life is switched on.

Power of thoughts

Posted: May 3, 2015 in Poetry
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Have you ever thought about your future?
Has the same goal changed so many times?
I used to change my ambition I chose for my future,
And that has happened so many times.

Your thoughts do matter for your future,
You guide your brain from your thoughts,
Think which path you follow for a better future,
All you need to plan and arrange your thoughts.

One thought can create a disaster in your life,
Another can make a wonderful achievement in your life,
Another thought can make enemies in your life,
Another thought may make friends in your life.

Thought are so powerful even than we know,
Our subconscious mind is powerful than all,
Do what you have and learn and get to know,
Thoughts can change our future for ever and all.

Failure

Posted: May 2, 2015 in Poetry
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failure

I failed to succeed,
People say this most of the time,
Just take a break for now,
Later think about what you did wrong.

Are you scared to attempt a try?
It’s worth while doing so,
Try and try one day you can fly,
Is a quote most of you may know.

You see failure is not the worst thing in our life,
It also lads the way to success,
Do you think Bill Gates or Steve Jobbs never failed?
I’m sure they have million times.

From each and every attempt you gain something new,
It’s like learning from the top in your life,
Failure give opportunity to see where you go wrong,
And make sure you take the right decision next.

Don’t be afraid to accept a challenge,
Especially if you think that you will fail,
Even as toddlers we failed to walk at first attempt,
So why not give shots even after failing even now.

Leibster Awards

Posted: May 2, 2015 in Uncategorized

Hi everyone. I got nominated to the Leibster Awards by Alextheshadowgirl.

If you don’t know what this is it’s an online trophy given from one new blogger to another in which we have to complete tasks listed in the award rules. The rules are:

* Each nominee must have under 200 followers
* Thank and link to the nominated blog
* Answer their 10 questions and propose 10 new ones for your nominees
* Nominate 10 blogs and tell them that they have been nominated
* Write a post containing the questions
Include these rules in the post

My nominations are:

(Currently one for now)

John Foster

https://johnfosterwriter.wordpress.com

If you were nominated then my questions are:

  1. At what age did you start writing as a profession, hobby etc?
  2. Which genre do you prefer to read the most?
  3. Which character in a novel would you like to meet and be friends with if you are given a chance?
  4. Which author inspired you the most?
  5. Which acts make you happy the most?
  6. Did any change happen in your life due to writing?
  7. Are you spontaneous when writing and write without a plot?
  8. What’s your favourite novel?
  9. What’s your favourite poem?
  10. Do you like to watch movies? If so, name few movies you will never get fed up of watching.

My questions were:

1. If you could go anywhere to a real place or a magical world, where would you go?
I would like to go to a place where I can enjoy the nature, relax, and also have fun and adventure in a manner that i won’t feel pressure. I prefer it to be a place where I could even learn something new in a manner where I can absorb every detail without putting any effort.

2. Why did you choose this name for your blog?
I used my name is the name of my blog as most of the people know me using that as I use that name for Booksie as well as Google Plus.

3. What are the three things you love so much you won’t give it up for anything?
I like reading, writing, and watching movies. But there are other things which I love to do so much and won’t give up like photography, cooking and playing games.

4. Do you believe in God?
I am a Buddhist. Therefore I believe that there is place which generally people call heaven where gods and goddesses live and they have life span bigger than us. But they have also lived other lives and done so many merits to get a great life like that.

5. Why did you start this blog?
I started this blog as I felt bored of just posting my writing in Booksie. But then I found Wattpad where there is a continuous flow of things and things were happening unlike in Booksie. Hence, I now spend more time there.

6. What’s your favorite color, song, movie, TV show?
Colour: Depends on the object. But generally black.
Song: I don’t have a particular one, but I like to listen many singers and bands.
Movie: It changes over time, but currently it’s wizards of Waverly Place.
TV show: Wizards of Waverly Place

7. What’s your favorite book?
I do not have one favourite book, but I do have two favourite genre. They are crime and detective fiction, and fantasy.

8. Name any character that you love the most.
I like Nancy Drew as she is a girl who shows a great passion in solving mysteries.

9. If you could meet anyone in this world, who would you meet?
I think I would like to meet the people who would stick with me until I die, but those who I meet in the future.

10. Do you like me?
Yes. You have great pieces and share the same passion in writing.

Training for future

Posted: May 1, 2015 in Poetry
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Training for future

Every day before the sun shines,
Even before the birds sing minor,
I get up and do house chores.

Despite the pain in finger tips,
I cook the best means in my world,
Please don’t say I don’t as I do my best.

Everyday the same routine,
Never changes unless I am bad,
When I am bad the birds screech.

I am a teenager with no friends,
Or at least I don’t like to socialize,
Better to stay alone than talk to strangers.

My DEAR father has a fine pen,
That’s what you would say, but I don’t,
It’s actually a knife disguised as a pen.

Every morning after preparing breakfast,
I go to school and come back without staying,
At sharp in the dot he is there at home.

Today he has caught a chicken from his head,
Or at least that’s what he said to me,
No explanation needed as he is he.

There he demonstrates how to cook a chicken,
How cold, he is – is displayed from his behaviour,
He snaps the throat of the bird using his hands.

Next comes to my lesson time of the day,
The one that I hate the most of my life,
Why do I need lessons or even go out of the house?

My DEAR father says that I should get prepared for this,
So he took me to the red room like my mother,
I wonder how my mother even lived so far.

Here I learn how to serve for my future husband,
If I survive to even do that, of course,
I may look like a teenager, but I’m old as a dog.

Now here am I showing all the physical bruises,
Even the crow who can land see every inch of it,
But gladly no one can see anything at all.

As usual, he sits on his comfortable chair,
I do best as his sport as I as a minor bird,
I know I will have to – to become a major bird.

I undress myself and dance for him,
I shake everything and try to warm the air,
I then sit on his lap and let him feed from him.

The drugs are never wearing off,
Hence, more tension is built as he needs more,
He takes the nectar out of this flower.

Then he ties me in the usual place,
My hands up high and could say in the sky,
And there he keeps all the whips in the world.

I’m like a horse tolerating the slashes,
Every lash is a sign of blood desire,
The cuts and bruises invite the party.

Don’t look at my butt as it’s ugly when uncovered,
The scars never fade so is the heat,
I hate to sit on the stove, but I have to cook myself.

Here I learn to please singular desires,
As he touches every millimetre I belong,
Disgust is not a word in my world.

I please him the best not to get punished,
I don’t like to be the punching bag,
Apart from being his sex slave.

I’m not strong to stand against booze and drugs,
I’m only the cure and medicine,
As long as I play along.

That bad part is not that I have to play along,
If I don’t feed desire properly, it gets worse,
Then comes the party of blood as guest invite.

I hope one day things will be all right,
No screaming or yelling or pulling my hair,
Nor touching or hitting or opening my skin.

My skin is so rough not like I want,
The salt inside my body never heals at all,
My bare open skin is not what you want.

I want my life to go back to normal,
SO everyone stand up and say no to violence,
I am mute as my throat is so dry and filled with fear.

Thanksgiving

Posted: December 4, 2014 in Short Story

Thanksgiving

Does the word love makes any sense to you? Well, it was not in my vocabulary before, The world seems to revolve with unnecessary words. Words which do not give any meaning which is described in the dictionary.

Fortunately or unfortunately, my whole world turned upside down when I met this girl. Actually, not after I met her, because I knew her even before everything changed. I’m pretty sure you know what I’m talking about. Probably you must be singing the song “Love is in the air” with a wide cheeky smile drawn across the face.

Well, your face looks funny unfortunately. And be happy because I’m not going to bore you with horrid stories. But I have to warn you before I go back to a memory. This is an important day in my life. Well, to be precise, this day paved way for a new chapter in my life. And that was my last year Thanksgiving with my girlfriend.

I decided to cut down parts so that I could get to my final point. So, I will start from the point my girlfriend came to my place, but not in details. Now, I’m going to the present by travelling through time in my mind.

“Hi, Cuddly Bear!” screamed my girlfriend just after I opened the door after she rang the bell. I was literally prepared to welcome her more than ten minutes ago as I knew as always she will come on time.

“Yes, I said that. My baby girl, Catherine is always on time, even though she is a girl. Should I justify my answer? I’m sure the boys would want me to. Well, let’s just put it this way. Catherine is very simple. No makeup or anything artificial. Hope you would understand my answer.

“Hi baby girl! Looking good as always,” I said while hugging her.

“Aw! That did hurt,” she said while pushing my hands away. “Lilies! Oh my god! That’s my favourite flower. How did you know?”

“You know, walls have ears. One wall came and told me when I was in your penthouse,” I said with a smirk on my face at the end.

“Wow! Cuddly bear can talk to walls too! Genius number, what?” Catherine asked as always, trying to mess with me.

“Wanna eat my new inventions?” I inquired her while walking hand in hand to the living room.

“Food is never inventions Mr. Scientist. Who taught you that?” playfully Catherine asked while banging on my right arm.

“Mr. Scientist’s dictionary, of course. What do you think?” I questioned her while playing along her lines.

“Okay, let’s get straight to business. So, what kind of food did you invent? I hope there is no roasted turkey dancing on the table singing songs. That would be so unpleasant,” she said while hugging me again in an awkward position.

“Well, if you want me to I can do that next time, babe. Shall I asked rhetorically.

“Better not unless you want to experience how I get a heart attack in action. You want to?” she asked.

“Course not. So, let’s just get the party started. For upcoming family, of course,” I added at the end.

“So, what made Mr. Scientist to bake a variety of food items?” my Catherine asked me.

“To celebrate for the success. You know what I’ talking about, right?” I said, looking deep into her deep ocean eyes.

Did I really say ocean? Well, it’s like an ocean to me. Her eyes are dancing with love mixed with many other feelings and emotions. It’s like her eyes are trying to tell me something which is not verbally.

“Did any company offered to continue making it?” Cathy asked while munching down the food. “Wow! Mr. Scientist knows how to make good food as well,” she added at the end while looking at the garnish.

“Well, the local company offered. They have the vehicle right now. I don’t know what will they do though. What if they reject it?” I asked, feeling so scared.

I literally spent two stupid years in making a brand new vehicle in my style. Well, to be precise, it’s a car. I was looking at all the aspects before I came up with the idea.

I felt a soft hand touching mine. Her strokes were soft and comforting, like a feather. I have to admit it, I guess, Cathy is really good in comforting me with her feather strokes. And I’m good at comforting her too. But that starts with my bear hugs. That’s why she calls me cuddly bear.

“You know, they will definitely accept it. You even deserve a Nobel prize. You made a car that runs solely by solar power with an additional battery which get charged by solar power to run when it is gloomy. And not only that, it generates power from rain and snow too. Who would come up with such an idea? Its environment friendly, not to forget that part,” she said while stroking my hand.

“I don’t know, but I’ve been getting this bad feeling ever since I gave it to the local car manufacturing company. I don’t know why. I feel so weird inside. It’s more like worms trying to eat me inside out,” I replied in one breath.

I’m pretty sure I would be in a lunatic asylum if Catherine was not there to console me. This is not the first time she experiences a situation like this. But she never let me down during my tantrums. She was always by my side.

“Baby, don’t worry. What ever happened I”m here for you and you know it. We can work this out together. Everything will turn out fine,” she said.

But one thing she didn’t know was that her voice gave away her emotions. I know she was scared like me even though she was trying to comfort me.

Silence spread in the air not a sound disturbing the calm and quiet environment. Neither one of us tried to say a single word and break the silence.

I observed my other half’s face trying to absorb  all her feelings. I knew she was enjoying my food from the look of the face until she start to eat the roasted turkey.

“I’m sorry, but I roasted it too much this time. You can leave it aside,” I said not wanting her to eat things she doesn’t like.

“It’s fine, I like it this way. I was just surprised. That’s all!” she said, assuring me.

The bell rang, interrupting both of us. I excused myself and went to open the door.

“Police here,” said two men holding their police identification card. And they said so loud that made Catherine come to the hall as well.

“How can I help you, officer?” I asked as politely as I can as I always detested police officers.

“We are here to arrest you, Mr. Arthur Donald Miller,” said one policeman after looking at a piece of paper.

“What are the charges against him may I ask Mr. Officer??” questioned Catherine, pushing me aside to get a better look.

“For theft, of course,” replied a policeman while chuckling.

“And what kind of theft is this? I’m his girlfriend and I barely know anything,” Cathy said.

“For stealing this new invented car from the local car company. That’s the allegation against him.” said the police officer.

My mouth literally fell open. I couldn’t believe this? I spent two years, making the car and they think I stole it.

“You have the right to remain silent, sir. And don’t you dare say anything against us. Or I swear to god I will make your life miserable,” said an officer and out his handcuffs on both my hands..

Like a doll I was taken to the car pushing me hard. I couldn’t even say bye properly to my baby or console her or wipe her tears.

My girl attended every court hearing and was by my side giving me strength. She always mouthed the three words ‘I Love You’ with a fake smile plastered on her face.

Cathy is my guiding light since my parents died and she became my sister, my girlfriend, and my mother. Well, you wouldn’t understand it unless you are alone in this world with no relations. Well, I know how life is.

I guess that’s why Catherine became everything to me. She figuratively pumped blood into my heart to keep me going.

And it’s now one year. And I’m still in the prison. I can’t believe that I’m in the prison to celebrate Thanksgiving.

As family member were allowed to visit the prison, Cathy came with turkey and a few food items I like to eat. Only the bars act as the barrier today while we spend Thanksgiving in prison. I’m sure nothing can keep us apart no matter what happens to us.

Weapon

Posted: November 11, 2014 in Poetry

Weapon

Weapon can be any object,
Maybe used to protect yourself,
Or maybe to hurt someone
Due to blundered decisions.

Can a weapon be used for good?
A soldier may say for destruction,
Will it be the same for common people?
But for writers it’s a no.

I know what is going in your mind,
Your wondering why I said that,
Weapon has it’s own variety,
And writers’ weapon is the pen.

The carve their thoughts in a paper,
By the use of a powerful weapon,
A pen show miracle wonders,
And express everything in one’s mind.

A pen can bring good to the society,
A pen can change thoughts of individuals,
A pen can cause peace and damage,
Isn’t a pen dangerous as well?

Just imagine how much a writer can do,
They write many things using one single pen,
Innovations are produced in the field of literature,
Everyday new thing can be born.

My dear friend the weapon I love,
Is non other than the pen I use to write,
It jots down everything in my mind,
While my river of thoughts and imaginations flow.

I am proud to possess a weapon like that,
A weapon that helps and keeps my heart pumped,
Are you proud to possess such weapon?
Tell it out loud if you are.

Some thoughts

Posted: November 9, 2014 in Uncategorized

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Dream Comes True

Posted: November 5, 2014 in Short Story
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I gazed at the sun shining in the sky looking so happy like a toddler who has just received a candy. I admired the beauty of the sun before making a wish. This wish something I know that it will not definitely come true.

I remember when I was little, I asked my mother whether dreams come true. The only answer she gave was that they may come true if they are realistic. So, that’s why I think my dreams won’t come true since I’m not at all realistic.

My siblings, brother and sister, are amazing. They literally good in everything. They are always top in the class, get awards for talents and sports. They are even popular in school, but they are not mean. I always dream to be like them.

I’m definitely having white skin, but I know that I’m not pretty. Look at my sister. She is gorgeous. Anyone would fall for her. But I am not at all the lucky one to be smart and beautiful at the same time. I’m neither of them.

Well, let’s talk about my family as whole a bit. They are so smart that even my parents have academic awards. I am the only person who hasn’t ever had an award even for talents. I know I’m a shame of my family. But did I chose to be born to this family? The answer would be hundred person ‘no’.

But I have to tell you this part about me. I am not at lazy. I try very hard to study. But I will remember one minute and if you ask within the next hour I won’t be remembering anything. Hence I am not at all a bright kid shinning in the class.

This feelings gives me headaches. I sometimes feel tears trickling down my cheeks all of a sudden. Of course I’m not crying on purpose. It’s just these feelings hurt. That’s why I always like to be the loner in school. It helps me a lot to not to talk to smart kids since I’m the opposite. And the only cure for the headaches is to go to the park and sit under a tree. Then I gaze and observe the movements of the lake water. It really helps me to calm myself.

I just feel like I am a fragile glass ready to be broken even from the slightest fingering. I come to this lonely place near the lake because I hate people seeing me break apart like a rose petal is broken into pieces.

I stare at the water lake wishing that I could be amazing like it. How can it be so perfect? I just wish I know the answers. I keep on thinking about it until my thoughts got interrupted when I hear footsteps. They were crushing dried branches and leaves.

I turned my attention on to listening to the sound emitted by the person which made me realise that whoever the person is approaching towards me. I looked up to see that it is non other than a nerd in our class who is always reading a book. He looked concerned at me, but I turned to look back at the lake.

I sighed and reverted to my thoughts. I couldn’t help, but cry at my own feelings. I sniff a bit and try to control my tears with utter failure. I don’t know why but the genius came and sat next to be and remained silence for a few minutes.

I wiped my tears quickly and looked at the lake which made me smile for some reason I don’t know. I sneaked a look at the nerd to find him smiling too. Then he turned around to look at me.

He asked me why I cried while stating that he has seen me crying like this before as well. I couldn’t help it but spill the beans as he touched my heart with affection. He promised me that he will help me in a melodic voice speaking gently like a feather. Every word he said made me feel like a toddler getting candy. His words were so powerful and it mend the cracks of the glass.

He changed my view on everything. He showed me even disabled people are able as they have so many talents. He became my tutor while he taught me everything in a different manner. I absorbed every single word and the subjected I hated most became my favourite subject. History is always there and is there for me too.

The lonely person became Genius number two and could be seen hanging out with a nerd all the time. I got many awards and sometimes even more than my siblings. The unrealistic wish has finally come true.