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The Bewildering Box Chaos

It’s an ordinary day, typical for a day in the prolonged spell of summer vacations. This time, we went for a short trip to Pondicherry, and came back in 3 days. I’m spending the remaining few days of the holidays by reading books, running around the house, playing with my sister, and the like.  And typical enough, my mom calls me, so that I can return a small box we borrowed from our downstairs neighbour. I do as she asked, and climb down the stairs to go to their house.  But just before I rang the doorbell, I noticed that their door was locked from the outside. They were not at home. That’s ordinary. But my mom doesn’t think so, because she had just seen them that evening. I sigh and assured her that they weren’t there. She didn’t argue. The next day, my grandmother urged me to return the box. I go downstairs to go to their house - no, they’re still not back. ‘I saw them just an hour ago!’ she replied, but I shook my head and informed her they weren’t there. The very next mor...
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Headaches

  Things that give me a headache; The sun shining in my eyes, A place screaming with noise (like my classroom)  A word without a good enough rhyme, Crying me eyes out for a long time. Having too much homework but no will to write, Not prepared for a test? Another level of fright Things that fix headaches; Writing about them.

Two Curves, One Line

It rains hard  Flooding the streets below  The skies cry and cry until  Their tears stop to flow  And as soon as they do,  Beautiful sunshine  Cast upon the flooded streets  The sun burning, independently  Without the clouds covering its lit face It's like the skies laughing at their tears. As the pavement burns with excessive heat,  The skies close up again  And shower us more  And as quick as they closed, they open  The sun gleaming again, above, so bright  A bit too bright. Cry now, smile later Fight today, laugh at it tomorrow.  That's exactly how it goes.

Little things

  Just smile once  And that could change someone's day. Lash out, once,  And that could change the respect you earn. Be kind, gentle, once, And you will be treated better in the near or far Future. This may not be exactly what it is - But at the minimum, close (?) to the  Butterfly effect  Be the butterfly - the little things you do  Will be the result of treat or threat. You may never know, you may think it's unremarkable or small But never underestimate the power of it all.

Overthinking

 As the hours of the night tick away, Still awake, in my bed, I lay Thinking about the things I've said, Words spiralling around my head. I said "hi", was that enough? Or was that, perhaps, a bit too much? I hear a cricket chirp in the night  And the cricket seemed to say I was right. And here I am, reimagining things  How would they have been, if I'd said something else? And should I have said more or less? The sour taste of regret coats my mouth, As I regret just a "hi", not more not less. And I lay, awake still, but stiller,  With a dissatisfied pout.

A View From The Terrace

  As I slowly open the gate That creaks with delight  My eyes are allowed to feast upon  A beautiful sight. Rows of buildings, Huddled together  Going on and on until  It fades into forever. And the clothesline dancing  To the pleasant breeze  The clothes flapping  In the wind with ease. The shirts wave their sleeves  Flossing to the airy music  The pants wiggle their legs  The wind still mystic; The sun hides behind the clouds Casting a noteworthy glow  And the wind, forever, Continues to flow.  The buildings, however  Remain erect  But I know that they too, furtively  Enjoy the effect. The sky, so high,  Graceful, never-ending And me, still at the terrace, Standing there, dreaming.

Misunderstood Moments

  Have you felt that feeling  That feeling where  You have a lot to say, A lot to explain, A lot to justify,  A lot to argue over, And you do know how - But you don’t know how to? Or, what if, you did, But nobody cared, nobody  Stopped to listen? You don’t know - To feel angry, or sad? Frustrated, or depressed? Annoyed, or overwhelmed? At that moment  The moment of the flurry  Of emotions  You let it take over  And end up doing something  Stupid. Which  Lands you on more trouble  And at the end,  You give up.  See no purpose for everything, Want to run away,  Into the dark void.  But a few moments later,  The same in you  Awakes  And gives you a better idea - Think clearly?  And no matter how hard you try to, Your brain cannot function - Cannot process much more, And so it gives in To the sleep That engulfs it. And at the very end, when you  Wake up, from your whimsies, It’s lost, in...

Behind The Mask

  Behind the clouds  Is the hidden sky, so far, Behind the plasters, A nasty scar, Behind the curtains,  Are bright windows  But behind a mask - It is not for show. Not until you tumble into the trap,  Stay trapped there, in disguised gloom  Without realising it - And then go deeper and deeper  To discover what really looms. Then realisation strikes - How they behaved, how they feigned The hidden meaning behind every wave  You've found it. And the rage, You try to stifle it with much courage, But instead, burn down the page, And whoops - that leads you to your cage. But in the end, the mask is gone - To reveal an atrocity, so from it begone Don't explain, on its own will it dawn - Upon others, just the way it did on you - Ignore their every scorn. Just wait for their mask to be openly torn.

A New Scent

  As I open an unopened book, Waiting to be opened, To spill out a story  I move forward to read its pages -  But end up sniffing them first instead. Oh, the scent of untouched pages  The feel of the smooth but rough surface  Its colour - very white, but tinted in yellow  And I continue to intake its beautiful aroma  For a few minutes, letting it sink in  Then I gaze dreamily at the pages  The second  Before I lose myself, partly,  Dive deep into the world the pages house.

How I Feel About Sleep

 A beautiful, wonderful feeling - After a long, exhausting day, Or even one that’s relaxed, Maybe even an average, Nothing can destroy that feeling You feel every night  Every time  You lie down on your bed Curl up under the blankets  As your eyelids give away  When your head sinks into the pillow. You uncoil, relax, close your eyes  Take a deep breath  And let yourself be pulled into an oblivion  First of darkness, Then of scattered thoughts, Then of whimsies and fantasies and dreams  Then of the sound of your father’s snores, Later the feel of your sister sleeping on top of you, Then your mother’s arm, softly tracing yours  And at the end your parents’ voices, Calling for you Waking you up. This is how I feel when I let myself sleep - How do you feel?