She left the party and was running in the midst of the road. She halted. What happened? Why am I running so late night on this unknown and deserted road?
Trying to focus on what she forgot suddenly she heard a loud noise behind her therefore she turned to see. She was left immobilize with the her wide-eyed. Her legs froze which unable her to make a move to run away to save her own life. These screams now she recalled what actually she have been through.
She entered the party with her boyfriend and was served with a drink like others. She held her drink for about half an hour but didn't touch the glass once to her lips. Others were busy enjoying the party and everybody emptied their glasses.
The music was so soft that we all started to dance, not a normal dance except me. They were like sweeping the floor or rolling on the ground. She was lone standing and watching all the college students acting weirdly. Unexpectedly she felt someone hold her leg tightly. The moment she turned to her amazement she started to scream loud-mouthed. So shocked to see her boyfriend in a zombie form and mostly all of them completely transformed, she just did not know how she mustered the courage to run from this dangerous prey.
Now she recollected all. They were all after her as if she was the last survivor in this world. And then again she started to run, hoping to find someone to help her or to fall in the hands of these zombies as if it was her one last night alive.
I've come to realize that life sucks a little sometimes, and that's ok. It's still good. Still wonderful! Still worthy of living. The other shoe drops, the rug is pulled out from underneath you, Tragedy strikes. You weren't looking, you weren't ready. We are never ready. The call comes, the doctor hesitates, The door slams, he leaves, she leaves, Death claims what you never planned on letting go. The rain, the flood, the wind of Mother Nature's wrath, The shaking of what seems like your very foundation... Tears fall fast, they've run dry. They soothe, they burn so hot As to catch your heart on fire. Who can survive being burned alive? But, you aren't. You live. You go on. I could have given up many times, thrown in the bloody towel. Carried my own self to the grave ~ a foot too close to eternity's ledge. Life sucks sometimes. But, it's still so good! So full of joy and purpose, And more love that even a heart full of cracks can hold.
It's simple really ~ if I had given up on a tragic fateful day, I would have missed out on this morning's glorious sunrise. I would have missed out on the incredible gift of my very next Breath.
Over colorless scars on my heart A million stories find a subtle home Voiceless are its words, priceless its essence Selfless are my stories, with pain so immense
I tried writing a lot 'bout my pain Barely words drizzle, rarely they rain Each incomplete poem, all abandoned drafts Teach me how to love, scribbling beyond craft
All devices poured together, Never made a single verse Along premises of signing birds I wrote poems most diverse
Nature is my only teacher An only guide of fair nature Colourful maybe it's caricature Magic still its silent feature
Yellow and green, those flowers unseen Dangling lilacs, dancing roses Fallin' mangoes, a taste proposes Scented smell of soaked soil Takes away heart's turmoil
Just an evening with my friends In our trembling treehouse Where everyone happily pretends To be a cat, or become a mouse
We chase each other, in and out Let's laugh, live and lovingly shout Nobody knew our whereabouts Lovely was life then, no doubt
I miss my childhood love, my seesaw In the park, about to dark, evening on rise White uniform now brown, I lay down Stars are my silent dreams, my mind in skies
Closer to its garden, was a lost library Tagore on its walls, Gandhi in its gallery Words have their magic of own, I read upon a stationary stone I found words scribbled there, it's a prayer "Words never die, so ever alive is a writer No matter how dark is time Words turn my soul brighter"
I couldn't select a book right then Never saw so many books once I left this choice to my hands, eyes closed I picked a book, it felt smaller in my hands Soon I opened eyes, at Gulzar my eyes land Listening to songs was love, Now living in them was life.
It was a normal day, but now's a special date I heard a poem travelling through air Layer by layer, in ears poem disappears That voice still resonates in me, He was Kumar Vishwas, on the TV set His words, his voice, his poem, just perfect
With love for his poems, I torn a page out Pen glided over my emotional glaciers Verses melted out of them, my first poem Flowed on paper like a drop of water I discovered an unknown world within me Upon the paper I become truly free Soaring in my endless universe World is just a rhyme, my life just a verse
Stories were not my cup of tea, 'till I see How stories stay with me, Like a fish in deep sea Fiction truly comes back, to reality everyday "For you a thousand times over" when a writer does say Khalid Hosseni, a name needless to speak 'bout A master who taught me, how to life are words brought
Humpty Dumpty and Twinkling stars You remind me of friends, I had lost They were so precious, I want them back But friends, Friendship's not free of cost
It's too late already My masters will now visit me Let me close the doors, open windows A new book in my hands, I'm ready to dive in Reading is my first love, nothing can replace a novel Well, It's better unsaid, there are still a million tales to tell
Knocking doors to my heart, Words travelled a long path Let them become a part of me Let me dive in deepest sea Let me live with purest glee
Where my imagination finds help Is the best place to loose myself.