Samina

India

Common girl with uncommon dreams.
Perspiration always turns to perfection :-)
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i have tasted pain

ending the meal of the day with bitter painful dish
dipping my hand into sea of lachrymal
wrinkled & pickled just like they are after washing dishes 
touching the tip of my tongue with sorrow dip hands
with effervescence bouncing on my tongue
taste buds recognize the pain
pain is tongue's ex who it couldn't get over   
slowly gulping down my throat
it always numb
didn't pour a word
but now
bitterness quenching the thirst
i have tasted the stars and the rainbow
yet scarlet pain is glued on the tongue
can't get rid of it 

differences



phosphene was your vicinity
from aurora, you turned to ineffable trauma
mourning for a mirage
you made me breathe in blasphemy
I realized the differences


frost is my love, crystalline sparking in my heart. I sunbath to melt the ice before it takes grip of my heartbeats
my lungs get a spark from a dust particle giving me breathlessness but it doesn’t seem new to be I have faced it when someone shoveled the soil of my heart


phosphene was your vicinity
from aurora, you turned to ineffable trauma
mourning for a mirage
you made me breathe in blasphemy
I realized the differences

Historical Fiction Competition 2020

Robin Hood Adelaide

Stoking her horse's mane flew back into her face as they galloped, flying faster than the dry wind. She slowed to a stop in front of a cottage. She was welcomed by the grey trails leaving the old fragile chimney. A little woman, called Aimée blonde wavy hair with tear scattering like small river tributaries, channeling the repugnant soot on her face immerged from smoke ribbons. Getting down from the horse, Adelaide, a young woman with pink scars lying fresh against her limestone skin.
She rushed towards the bag and handed it to the Aimée. Aimée trembled and said "Your Highness! I shall forever be grateful to you. My children are dying of hunger.”  Rubbing her blurry eyes, she saw traces of scarlet on Adelaide’s hand. Her facial expressions changed with concern.
Adelaide replied, "We are all born from the same dust that we shall return to. Dust will heal it."
Aimée insisted her to layover for a while. 
"Aimée...

if i had an hour to live

If I had one hour to live
I am a very organized person. EvRyThInG is planned and written beforehand in my diary. So after my death, I wouldn't have to shout on people to do it the right way.

60 Minutes left
I would have first told my parents and my sister. Maybe I could have started 10 minutes argument with my sister about gossips and closet basically everything we share. P.S. How will my soul rest in peace if we won't fight. So finally I would have given her all my clothes and EvRyThInG I own. 

50 minutes left
Next, I would call My best friends, and surprisingly I would have asked both of them to sing something for me. Let one of them be M. I would love to listen to her song and die. Anyways it's deadly. Then I don't have the strength to talk any furthermore to her because she will cry and I wouldn't let...

but what if I fell in love with a poet? (Edited and please read the message box!!)

But what if I fall in love with a poet?
Poet and poetess
Isn't it a dangerous couple
If he brings stars for me
Then shall I get the ocean for him?
Isn't poetry crazy?
If he personifies my voice as honey
I will compare his voice to the pitter-patter of rain,
Soothing/cooling

We both will write with our inks flowing from nerve
And threads from his poetic heart connects mine.

I breathe his words in my breath
Each word is breathtaking

But what if I fell in love with a poet
And we write in the moonlight
The sight
Of a poet and poetess
Writing the world in their lines.
Each letter filled with love.

But what If I fell in love with a poet?
We lay back on the terrace
Gazing the night sky, shining glistening upon us.
With our books and pen in hand.
Ink is not merely to write but
But what if I fell in...

I wouldn't be able to tell you

Sipping tea and questioning my very existence.  I start with my homework despite my mind wandering. Is the world running or am I too slow? I care about you. But can't you come to my abode knock up on the door. Nothing has changed. If you have time left don't forget to smile, remember me. But can't you wait some time, let me take a airline.  Nights are dark hopeless. I lay on my bed restless, eyes shut. I am lost, terrified, afraid, you just can't die. You can't. I love someone I would never be able to confess and despite knowing I wouldn't stop feeling this way. I wouldn't be able to tell him. 

dream house

pain painting ink-blue sky crimson red
  laying the building blocks of my dream house
     gently stroking the brush, shades on my canvas
        applying the wetness on my forehead
           monochrome pink into my palette 
               squeeze of yellow
                  walls white, amber chandler
                      closet chestnut brown
                         milk chocolate tiles, furniture burnt coral                                                 
                             stealing the crimson red from the sky giving mirror a touch of scarlet
                                 wine red with white color
                                    every time I see the mirror
                                        reminding me of the pain  

a cloud's view (THANK YOU FOR 200 FOLLOWERS)

a common girl, wavy bangs hiding acne covered forehead
daydreaming
blowing off mini 200 candles from a baked cupcake/ feeding it to herself 
singing aloud just to feel her own voice against her ears/ tapping her feet and dancing her heart out 
putting balm over others pains, she forgets to pat herself
happy?! 
but who can she share her happiness with?
putting up on the Instagram story? 
or putting it on those whatsapp groups, to show people who you call ‘friends’, who message you when they need you?
she’s a stranger to them, known people who are strangers to her
she smiles and then thinks about her wtw family
they mean a lot to her, strangers who make her feel better than her friends (oops, insult to those people who aren't entitled for this wonderful word)
wtw family made her realize how good it is to be loved 
now it’s time to hide behind the moon

masquerade

Spending my life in the treasure hunt to find me 
When I finally found it 
Then I needed to hide it
Insecurity floating in the air I breathe
I sealed myself and wore a masquerade
Glittery eyes concealing the tears
Running away from myself
Fearing the society
One day I meet you
Known strangers
The world turned upside down for me
In the time where people wear masquerade to save themselves
I removed mine
With you I am raw, 
Pure as first rain in monsoon
Real and innocent

Vacuum

I feel devoid of oxygen

Slowly clutching, Heart pains

Mind is lost in the hollowness of space

Planet of thoughts orbiting in mind

I'm floating in this space where my mind is empty

Everyone has pushed me into the black hole

Volcano of feelings on my heart will rupture,

Frightened but I'm fighting

Breathing but dy*ng

Vacuum
 

A page of my diary, written after watching Lady Bird

Dear Diary
I am writing this after watching Lady Bird.
It makes me feel how sometimes I am ungrateful to my mother for all what she does. But dude teenage is this tsunami of emotions. I feel stuck in a quagmire.
I could relate to the protogonist so well. The time when she said that what if it's the best version of her, I felt like my inner voice telling it. My mother is a person who never shows love for me. I mean she won't appreciate my achievements. Because she knows that she wants the best version of me. I also run behind my dreams and somewhere unknowingly my decisions hurt others. I am not selfish. If I am then I am sorry mum. I understand all the problems. I also care about everyone's feelings. I also accept how stubborn I am. I love the way I am.
It's just that I don't have a way to show my...

Shower Thoughts?! Part 2

1. Pain is a medicine. It works only when you take it in right dose. Overdosing pain is harmful.
2. Having to bear bad period cramps makes me weaker or stronger?
3. People say counting stars can make you fall asleep. But these days I don't even find stars.
4. Using conditioner more than shampoo. Is this a conspiracy of brands?
5. Instant karma proves almighty is watching you.
6. One day we will become history. So are actions now will be there future history?!
7. Human mind is such a complicated place. We have a mess of thoughts going on. Despite thinking we talk or share little of what we think or feel. Aren't we a complicated machine.
8. If there world stops for 5 minutes, what will happen?
9. We all are selfish. We should be selfish. Caring for yourself isn't selfishness. It's necessary.
10. would the world be same if no language was there? how would we be...

Shower Thoughts?!

1. We aren't writers we are translators
We translate feelings into words. Writer's is language of heart or soul.
2. I am so busy in achieving everything I want. I fear if I forget to live this life. We don't have a restart option and before my game gets over I wish to do everything I dream of.
3. We spent are whole life being perfect in someone's eyes. Perfection doesn't exists. We are meeting society's standards though we don't know who set them.
4. We are confined by our own thoughts and fears.
5. Sometimes I feel I am not weird. Maybe the rest of the people are weird so in their eyes I seem to be weird.
6. Life is a infinite ending ring. It gets back to where you were once. 
7. It's terrifying how I am breathing and I am alive. Constantly repeating the sentence I am alive makes me question my existence.
8. There are...

Running, Running

Running
Running
I am running from reality
I stand here panting 
All drained of energy
I am still running
Running 
Running
Away from reality
Some questions are better unanswered
And I don't have an answer
So i am running 
away from truth 
Running
Running
Away from myself I have disguised myself 
So as not to be caught
This fake disguise won't last long
So I am running
Running  
Running
Society judges on superficial 
It bothers my soul
I don't think I need to answer their questions
I need remove my mask 
Show my real face I need to face the bitter truth
I need to stop running from myself  

I wish I could be a kid again

I wish I could be a kid again
Forgetting about the world
Have no tension
Going out to parks with daddy
Sharing a candy with sister
Fighting for lollipop
I wish I could be a kid again
Innocent minds
Keeping negativity and dirty thoughts miles away
Finding joy in smallest things
I feel pressing undo button of my life
Forgetting about the world
I want to be a kid
Who doesn't cares of what others think
I want to live in that bubble
That time I wanted to be a grown up
Now I long for childhood
I think I was too mature for my age
Teenage is this cage of unstable thoughts
I wish I could be a child again
I wish I could hug my mum and cry my heart out like a kid
I wish I could be frank to everyone
Just like a innocent kid.

last two months have made a change in me. my struggle with hand sanitizer, masks, quarantine. LINK OF SPOKEN WORDS IN THE WRITER'S BOX

coating my hands with this alcoholic based liquid
breathing into the quietness
when what I smell is miasma, the stench
trying to undo and wash away my sins
humans didn’t care,
appreciate the bliss, 
now it’s a nightmare
this alcohol-based sanitizer,
went beyond the skin
to clear away those sins
now we cherish those days
when we had the freedom
now we appreciate that
when we’re stuck in a cage.
distances bought us closer
the mask is worn to filter the air,
prevention is better than cure,
so why do we commit a crime and undo it?
before I wore a mask to conceal my emotions
now its shown as an act of love
quarantine makes me realize
is shutting ourselves in four walls so difficult?
when we are pacing in our lives
forgetting about the world
friend, family, 
we have shut our minds in quarantine
but now I have finished the isolation of my mind
when I think of...

Why I can't forget you PART 1

            I had never visited my ancestral village. It was located in a central town. I wasn't really excited because, Ah who likes a small village. On the first day, the whole village visited our house to see how we look. I felt like we were aliens. The villagers didn't like modern clothes or my accessories. It was a very stereotypical sort of village. They always wanted me to wear a 5-meter long dupatta. The villagers didn't like girls who disobeyed rules and usually girls there study till 12 and get married off. I didn't really like that environment. The villagers didn't accept change.
I was quite bored. I had a walk around the garden. When I saw a boy knocking at my main door. I gazed upon his brown eyes and he started at mine. I was started by his looks. He was accompanied by his brother and grandmother. I opened the door and...

Why I can't forget you PART 19


LAST PART:
Popcorn was ready so I took it in a bowl. “Lali! Lali! Seriously? I like this tranquil home without her. “ Dan snatched the bowl from my hands and then I chased him down the hall, where we put a movie on TV. We could only watch it alone for 15 minutes when Lali came back and joined us for the movie.
Lali was comforted that we both were sitting a little away. “I am very exhausted today so I am going to rest. Please don’t watch it on more volume and stay away.” Dan nodded. His naughtiness could be caught with his adoring eyes. 
As soon as Lali was walking away, Not even a meter away, Dan snatched the remote from my hand and increased the volume and put his hand on my shoulder. Lali turned away and came back with her face very angry. “ Oh, I know how disobedient and stubborn you are. You needn’t...

I want to escape this and come to you

I want to escape this reality
Getaway with tension
Board a flight to your place
And land on your house

I want to escape this bitter truth
Let's sit and watch F.R.I.E.N.D.S.
With a family pack ice cream bucket

I want to escape this pressure
Come let's listen to music and dance in the rain
Also, we'll sit and gossip
Blubber gibberish
Whisper secrets.

I want to escape this harsh reality
Bestie I am coming
We'll have sleepovers
Sweet talks

I wish I could stay with you forever

I want to escape this world
And be free with you
In our weird land full of strange things
I want to run away to your place
And then we can spend hours laughing
About nothing

I want to escape this
I feel fernweh
I want your company
I could only feel it but now I am sick for it.

 

Can I pay you to love me?

Can I pay you to love me? I want some bandage on my hurts  a hand to lift me up to wipe off the mud from my scars Can I pay you to love me? to hire someone to pick up those stabbed knifes from my back Wrap me up in a warm blanket  Let me heal , I don't wish to conceal what I feel  Can I pay you to love me?  I desperately need some claps in the silent hall when I am done with my work comfort in my house and a mug of warm hot chocolate ... Can I pay you to love me? I don't want you, now I need you.  

Flash Fiction Competition 2020

Creepy Incident

It was a peculiar night. It seemed to be a chill in the air. Not even a leaf was moving. Silence endowed a fear in me. I quickened my steps. The road was deserted. The darkness of December immersed me into it. Suddenly, I heard the sound of spooky anklets nearing me. A large ominous shadow following me. A shiver went down my spine. Goosebumps appeared on my skin. Thunder raged the sky even my heart shuddered. I turned back, surprised. My pupil expanded.
A cow with anklets was following me.

but what if I fell in love with a poet?

But what if I fall in love with a poet?
Poet and poetess
Isn't it a dangerous couple
If he brings stars for me
Then shall I get the ocean for him?
Isn't poetry crazy.
If he personifies my voice as honey
I will compare his voice to the pitter-patter of rain,
Soothing/cooling

We both will write with our inks flowing from nerve
And threads from his poetic heart connects mine.
He writes about my smooth silky hair,
He uses it as a simile for soft fur.

But what if I feel in love with a poet
And we write in the moonlight
The sight
Of a poet and poetess
Writing the world in their lines.
Each letter filled with love.

But what if I feel in love with a poet?
He writes about the skies
And we dancing in the clouds

But what If I feel in love with a poet?
We lay back on the terrace
Gazing the...

Why I can't forget you PART 15

LAST PART:
“Just dance with me, eat with me…. Anything” Dan replied casually.
I started off with my rant. “First of all, you lied to me. I am hurt. You could have told me before. I felt so awkward. I am ready to pretend but I am very upset with you.” I scolded him for a minute.
“I am sorry. Maybe we can go and have pani-puri. I hope it will work. I would have told you before but how could I ask you to pretend to my girlfriend.” I could see his eyes sparkling with an apology.
“Ok! No problem now. I will pretend and enjoy the party. So let’s go to the pani-puri stall.” We headed to the stall and I had 50+ pani-puris. They were spicy, tangy, and delicious. Then we sat down in the big hall. The DJ was constantly changing songs. Later a slow romantic song was being played. Dan delicately asking my hand. I...

Flash Fiction Competition 2020

Creepy Incident

I hurried to the hospital. My footsteps got heavier. I heard her wailing for me, echoing in my heart. 
Assuming and accepting the harsh truth I pushed the door. 
My body went numb. Heart took a pause from pumping.
I observed her.
Instantly I pressed her hand. 
She cried, “Dad.”
The curve dropped--- flat.

Her last word before she entered a new world. 
A world where she is free and free.

Why I can't forget you PART 18

LAST PART:
He left but I couldn’t get over my euphoria. I will mark this day on my calendar forever. 
 
Rains didn’t mercy last night. The sky was painted with lively orange and merged with peach, 
pink. Allergy was better but sneezes didn’t leave me peacefully. I inhaled petrichor with my pink blocked nose. Soon I made a cup of coffee for myself. Beautiful morning tempted me to adore its serene view. I forgot about the beauty right in front of my window. He was right there, dusting off water from his hair. When he lifted his blue eyes up towards me. There was silence between us. He flipped his hand across his hair, in a playful manner. I felt that he didn’t even need words to flirt.
 Silence came to an end when I couldn’t control my violent sneeze. 
“I just took a wonderful bath and from today I am throwing away perfumes. I hope your allergy is...

What love feels like. (a poem from why I cant forget you?)

The enchanting smell of your perfume
Trickles down my nose
Your flawless, dreamy, Shayari
ecstatic word vomit from your pearly lips
Creates a sensation
The peculiarity in my heart rates
You touch makes me feel like stardust
I'm on the seventh heaven
You smile feels like a warm blanket on a chilly evening
When you are near I feel like rain is pouring love on me.
 

Why I can't forget you PART 17

LAST PART:
Dan started laughing out loud. “ I think I should drop you home. Your family nailed it, especially Lali! She is the head of sarcasm. I feel like I should have actually kidnapped you…”
He continued to rant over things pretending to be blithe. But I see his blue melancholic eyes. In a conciliatory tune, I was about to start a conversation when I sneezed again. Dan forgot about driving and looked wide-eyed toward me. We both were in tremendous shock. I was amazed by the sudden and unexpected sneezes. Winds were howling and clouds sneezing small droplets upon our glass, beads of fog enveloped us. Dan had to pull over the car because as far as sight went there was no visibility. “So we don’t have an option, except to appreciate the beauty of nature with the beauty by my side,” Dan remarked. “Wow, Petrochior I love this!”. Suddenly my brain solved the messy jigsaw. “DAN, DAN!...

Why I can't forget you PART 16

LAST PART:
Then Dan hung up on her. He was pretty annoyed by the way she interrupted without her physical presence.

The silence between us lasted too long. Dan came a few inches to whisper something to me just then his phone vibrated. He was so sure it was Lali that he didn’t even take a look and declined it. I sighed. But he continued. He whispered
“Aaj unli jal gaye chand ki chandni se.”
“Today my fingers are burnt because of the moon’s bright moonlight.”
The night was growing darker and I felt the moon indicating something to me. It was late. So we decided to leave. When the birthday girl exclaimed, “It was nice to have you Dan and your girlfriend is amazing. You look cute together ” I smiled at Dan. I didn’t have words. What should I say? I am pretending? Or I didn’t know. Also, I hadn’t recovered from the wounds on my hip. We...

Why I can't forget you PART 14

LAST PART:
Thank God! We reached in 5 minutes. The birthday party was grand. From the entrance, I could smell all dishes. 

 I took a deep breath in and I could catch the mouthwatering smell of pani-puri. Suddenly I got a mixed fragrance of Dan’s perfume. That’s when I remember that he was also there. Pani-puri always does this to me. 
I looked at him and was quite attracted to his perfume.
I asked,” Have you put the whole bottle of perfume? It smells good, Thank Gosh you don’t stink.”
He smiled and replied,” Your learning sarcasm from your sister. I wanted to smell good in this wonderful evening with you.”
Oh my God! My cheeks just couldn’t stop blushing. Dan was so good in these cheesy flirty lines.
We entered the party. It was in this small compound. It was adorned with balloons, fancy birthday decoratives. The birthday girl was wearing a blue gown. I had only known her...

Why I can't forget you PART 12

LAST PART:
Dan checked his watch and it was 9 pm. “Would you like to have dinner? Or stay some more time. I will drop you?” He tried all possible means to stop me. 
“No Dan, You know Lali. See you tomorrow evening for the party.”

It was a pleasant day. I woke up late and did all the daily chores earlier than usual. Writing was (is) my prayer. Just like prayer helps you to concentrate and better for yourself, similarly writing heals me. So I sat down to write a short poem. I didn’t realize time flowing so fast. I was left with 30 minutes to get ready for the party.
Dan arrived before the time. He knocked upon my door. My sister opened it and then they both sat on the couch in the veranda, next to my room. I had worn my dress and was putting on matching earrings. I was in a hurry, kinda chaotic situation....

A little postivie piece

I feel the little hope and spirit getting inside my soulless body. I feel the night not dark but there's a spark
I feel the sun goes down proves that power ends
And the same shall come when the situation ends
I feel the thread that binds us to the earth
Everything will end, very soon.

Why I can't forget you PART 13

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PART 12
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LAST PART:
I headed to the gate along with a birthday present on my one hand and a thin shrug because the weather was getting kind of rainy, romantic. 
Lali shouted, “Stay Safe because you know who you are going with.”
Dan looked wide-eyed. “I know. I should be safe because your sister is a killer.”
I took the shotgun seat. After five minutes, I asked “Dan are you sure that you know that you know the way. I have google map, we can check.” I trusted google map more than my memory. Especially in a new place like this on a rainy night, I preferred checking once. Also, I was very fussy about driving.
“Yeah, I am almost sure.” 
“But which is this way? It’s not on maps. I guess we are lost. “ Matching roads with google map was my specialty and then arguing at the accuracy of maps. 
“It’s a short cut. The...

Why I can't forget you PART 11

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PART 10
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LAST PART:
The page on my hand these words were written on it.
Oh, Rain,
Oh, the drops of water falling from soft clouds,
drops full of love 
when you touched me 
I felt like a disease, spreading in my body
I wish that you come with me
Drench me in your love
Play with me
Scold me
Downpour of feelings
When you shared an ice-cream with me.
Your eye is like the first shower after scorching heat
Your smile is like poison ………………………..
Before I could complete reading Dan snatched the page and tore it,
I wanted to read more but I got a hint of why he tore it. “Hello! Why did you tear it? Btw who is this lovely rain personified to?”
Dan was blushing.” I think for whom it is understood… I tore it because I don’t like that poem. So would you like to read some good ones.”
“ Yeah, sure....

Why I can't forget you PART 10

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PART 9
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LAST PART:
“Oh! Thank You. Come will go to my house and get it. So what do you like to read first Hindi Shayari or poems? And would you prefer to come from the terrace or the main door? Also some coffee?” Dan asked as though he never was yawing 5 minutes ago.
I replied in my most sarcastic voice, ” Weren’t you yawning five minutes ago. As soon as I tell anything except math your ears are open.”
Dan played with his hair and tried to change the topic. “Ahh, so what all poems do you write?”
I replied with a lovely smile. “I can come to see your book and anyways, math is done for today. “
Dan sighed.
I continued, “ I think I will come from the front door. And it’s too late for coffee, maybe a cold drink? 
“Sure! Come with me then.” Dan was excited. It was probably the first...

Why I can't forget you PART 9

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PART 8
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LAST PART:
“No, I know your very punctual so why not we start at sharp 6. Till then tell me something about your hobbies.” He never liked studying.
I showed him my diary. “ I write Hindi/ English poems.”

“Huh?” he exclaimed with surprise.
“Ya. Any problem” I replied quickly
“No, I’m also a poet. I write songs, Shayari, and of course poems.” dan replied with a smile from ear to ear.
“WOW! Yes, I remember… Muhabbat barsa dene tu…..(Oh please rain love…)” I remembered all his words, to my surprise I remember each bit of his Shayari.
He laughed a lot. “No that’s not my song. I was just singing it and you remember it? Anyways, do want me to get my book of Shayari’s?”
“Oh, hello. We are having a math class now. Maybe later.” I replied with my most possible strict voice but somewhere inside I was feeling soft.
“Ok teacher. I’ll...

Why I can't forget you PART 8

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PART 7
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LAST PART: “Jumping was very fun. Shall I come again?” Dan was stubborn and didn’t want to go. “Dan, don’t you sleep? It’s so late” I was so tired. So I had to touch him and push his shoulder to let him go. Then suddenly I realized OMG! I unintentionally touched him again.
“That’s why I won’t get any sleep. I’m getting sick” Dan replied as I touched him.
I was so tired that I didn’t understand what he was telling. Later I realized what he meant.
When he was leaving humming his song, I stopped him.
 
“Dan it’s cold outside. I don’t want you to fall sick. I will get a towel for you. Wait” I realized my mistake and got him a towel and his jacket which he gave me this morning.
I felt the magic vibes in those four walls, it was raining outside and the sound was like ripples water had...

Why I can't forget you PART 7

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Part 6
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LAST PART: I went up to my bedroom after a long day. And opened my window. Not of my heart but of my room. I saw Dan again on his terrace with his songs. 
“Muhabbat barsa dena tu savaan aya hai”
“ Oh, please rain love. It’s the season of love”
I saw towards the thundering clouds. The weather was turning wild. The voice of my heart screamed, “Oh please clouds rain, rain, rain…”Within seconds it was raining a lot.
I unlocked my door of the bedroom and headed to the stairs which led to the terrace. I wanted to feel the water on my body after a tiring day. Our terrace was adjacent but there was at least a 20 cm gap. One could easily jump off the terrace but was very risky. As I thought, he insisted to join me and dance in the rain by jumping off the terrace.
“Come from the main...

Why I can't forget you PART 6

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PART 5
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LAST PART: I kept the dress back when Dan noticed, after knowing the matter he told him and he would pay for it. That when the chief guest of our date arrived. Yes, none other than Lali.
“ I just went for half an hour and woohoo you’re buying her dresses?” She exclaimed in a sad and angry tone.


No, see she likes this dress a lot and she didn’t have so much cash right now. So I thought of buying it,” Dan replied with a sweet and innocent tone.
“ But if you’re buying her something then logically you should get me also something,” Lali told this in a tone sounding as if she is gonna rob his money today.
“I’m fine with it. I’ll buy you anything but you need to buy everything in 10 minutes.” Dan sighed as he got rid of her.
He was happy, giving some money at least we’ll...

Why I can't forget you. PART 5


LAST PART: My sister crashed in between our eye language and exclaimed "no eyes... Nah you should just keep your eyes looking towards the road." She turned Dan's head the other side and yelled out " You always keep staring at my sister and I know that. Shame on you".
uh! They both have a very unique sour-bitter-sweet relationship. I felt like banging my head.

When we reached the mall. He got off from the rickshaw and then followed by Lali. We headed to the mall walking when my sister walked faster than us. So we both walked ultra slow and let her go.
Dan whispered in my ear, “OMG! She is so annoying. Like how do you bear her 24/7?” 
I replied with proudness in my eye,” I have been bearing her since she was born. Dang! She is like that.”
Lali turned back and gave us a stare. Dan moved away from me and pretended to be...

Why I can't forget you. PART 4


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Last part: 
That night Dan was on his terrace and played his guitar, pretending that no one was watching. But I was looking from my tiny window as his eyes sparkled in the moonlight. He quoted these words of my Shayari which he overheard me reciting.

“Chand toh aaj gurror toth gaya aap ke chandrmukh se. Mere Ankhe jhulas se gaye hai appko dekhe ke" 
"Moon’s dignity is shattered today with that lovely face. My eyes are burning today seeing that face.."

I was watching him from my window. I started humming a song to get his attention.
“Sun saathiya, kal ajana.”
"Oh, dear! come tomorrow."

He immediately turned his head towards me and his eyes laid wide-open. The corner of his mouth turned up. I was blushing and shut the window after saying good night. By now my innocent mind nicknamed him as Dan. 
The next day we planned to go to the mall where...

Why I can't forget you. PART 3

        After the Pani Puri date, we became friends and only friends. The next morning Dan's grandmother visited my mother to ask whether I could teach him MATHS.

       I was a nerd and he hated studies. I could spend hours studying but he never studied.  His grandmother requested me if I was good at math. He was very weak at it. I readily agreed to give him tuitions. I was ready to give him lessons only because I liked math otherwise nothing else. The time was fixed. Every day at 6 pm. Usually, he never agrees to go to tuition but surprisingly this time he agreed. All that was over his mind was that he could meet me without any restrictions.

       I was eager as well as overbrimming with happiness. I think days became so long that I was longing for 6 pm. At 5 I dressed in my best frock....

Why I can't forget you PART 2

    
    He was accompanied by his brother. My cousin (she was elder to me) liked his brother. For snacks, she planned to serve more Maggi to him rather than X and me. Crush was disappointed. We planned to get some Maggi and requested my cousin to cook it for us and take half. I was very innocent. After the irresistible Maggi was cooked, he handed me a bowl and took the other one himself. My cousin's face was red and she was furious at us. My cousin ran behind us and X held my hand tightly we ran to the terrace. I remember we had two ways to terrace. On one way was mine and his Grandma and one was very deserted. We choose a deserted one. The terrace was, after all, a place for all lovers.
    I felt a cold breeze hit my body and my hair falling onto his face. He touched my...

I don't know

I don't know
who I am
I don't know
what's on my mind
I don't know
how my brain loves overthinking
I don't know
how to solve math questions
Nor the unsolved mystery of my life
I don't know
To complete the missing jigsaw
I don't know
To give up
I don't know
How my heart is so sensitive pain
I don't know
how needles prick into it and give endless trauma
I don't know
Why I am writing this
I don't know
I am living in flesh and bone
And breathing and showing life
I do know
I have life
I need to face it
I do know

punishment to my body (SOME FEEDBACK PLEASE :)

Midnight eyes mirror the truth,
Dusky brown skin echoes the bitterness
Echos reciprocate the four walls
Adjectives accustomed to the hearing eardrum 
Fat, large, obese, big, thick.
eyes drenched in saline droplets
The blurry eye looked towards the hip line
Stomach growled like an acidic monster
Calming the hunger, I gasped in the smell of water
That feeling of having water on an empty stomach
Trying to suppress my hunger 
For a perfect body?
Torturing myself to get that 
Hourglass shape
Rage quickened my blood
Throwing away those pills, supplements 
Moving away from the Scale weight 
I stared at the mirror
And my body 
Why do I torture it?
To look pretty?
Gazing at midnight eye I mirrored the truth
I want to beautiful, not pretty 

Night on Terrace


On the terrace
we hold each other’s hand.
You’re deep blue eyes glittering in the moonlight,
the stars gleaming in the inky sky,
the fireflies in motion form our names.
The day of 10 April,
We cuddle and read a book together
my silky hair brush on your check
moonlight kisses your honey skin
and then your pearly soft lips gently rub against mine.

Chewing Gum


Your love was like a chewing gum
Initially, it was EXTRA tasty,
you were like DOUBLEMINT
sweet, refreshing, and soothing.
you were like JUICY FRUIT.
you helped me concentrate.
you were 
But now it's stretching on,
you are ORBITing around me
Tasteless, Hopeless.

It is better to split it out now.
 

rainy night

Rain from the clouds in the sky
Or tear rolling down my black eye
Midnights seem blurry.
Black Clouds cover the night sky
Tears ran like a  water dam
Night sky seems melancholy 
Like my soul soaked with pricking pain

Immortal

I loved someone and relationship died, but is immortal

Overthinking

My brain tricks me and my heart forces me to think less and untangled the knots from the mess I have created.

Letter Writing Competition 2020

Daddy, come back.

20 June 2020

Dear Daddy,

   Daddy, how are you? I wrote this letter to tell you about my first day in 1st grade. On my first day, we learned to make a tricolor flag of our country. My teacher told us to draw our favorite superhero and I drew you. She was very happy. My teacher told us to write a letter to dear ones. I'm writing this letter. Mum told them she will post it.
   I am learning everything you told me to. And I'm a good girl daddy. I did all my work on time and I am listening to mum. I am drinking milk also but you won't break my promise know? You will come back know daddy?
    My friend Andrew was telling me about some war. I don't believe him. He always troubles me. I know you will come back, daddy. And once your back we both will scold Andrew. He always takes...

Writing Streak 2 Week 1 Day 1

One heart,
how many times will you break?
One hope
how many times will you shatter?
Two eyes
how many times will you make me cry?
Two ears
how many times will you taunt? My ears bleed.
Three faces
how many times will you change?
Four years of trust
how many times will you break?
 

Writing Streak Challenge Week 14

Challenge completed

I CAN'T BELIEVE IT IS THE 14TH WEEK. I NEVER KNEW I COULD DO THIS. THANK YOU WTW for wonderful prompts WHICH kept ME INSPIRING.
DAY 1

"And they put me back in my cell, all by myself
Alone with my thoughts again
Guess my mind is a prison and I'm never gonna get out"

DAY 2
"
Could you find a way to let me down slowly?
A little sympathy I hope you can show me
If you want to go then I'll be so lonely
If you leave me baby let me down slowly
Let me down
Don't let me down, don't let me down
Let me down"

DAY 3
"
You really know how to make me cry
When you give me those ocean eyes
I'm scared"

DAY 4
"
Sometimes I don't wanna be happy
Don't hold it against me
If I'm down just leave me there
Let me be sad"

DAY 5
Isn't it lovely, all alone? ...

Writing Streak Week 14 Day 5 (LOVELY-BILLIE EILISH AND KHALID; A DETAILED INTERPRETATION FROM MY PERSPECTIVE)

so as far as I know regarding the music video this is what I interpreted lovely describes feeling mentally, emotionally, or physically trapped. It is about mental illness also. The scene where they are trapped indicates being trapped in your bad thought. 'Something's on my mind' tells about self-harm. How Billie and Khalid were trapped and despite being together they couldn't help each other shows how in difficult situations you try to keep yourself away from your friends because you know it will hurt them. I also feel these parts. It signifies that they want to escape but can't. 
"oh, I hope someday I'll make it out of here..."
".I can't fight my fear"
"looking for a better place"
THE PART WHEN ICE FREEZES SEND A CHILL DOWN MY SPINE.
It also shows how self-harm is not the solution. the last part when they die and the trap is empty signifies that self-harm's cage is ready for its new victims...

Writing Streak Week 14 Day 4

So this song "BE HAPPY-DIXIE D'AMELIA" is released in the last 24 hours. Though I am not a big fan of Dixie D'Amelio, the lyrics of this song is stuck in my mind. What I like about this song is that the lyrics are not sad but deep. It is proved by the upbeat tune contradicting the lyrics. I can relate to the tune. What line hit me hard was "Friends calling, are you really tryna go out?
Don't wanna get dressed up to pretend". Lyrics is very clear and straight forward. SO here goes the lyrics.
Chorus:
Sometimes I don't wanna be happy
Don't hold it against me
If I'm down just leave me there
Let me be sad
Verse 1:
Sun's up, I already wanna lay down
Friends calling, are you really tryna go out?
Don't wanna get dressed up to pretend
I can lie and say I'm fine
Maybe you'll stop calling then
Pre-Chorus:
I've got chips on my shoulder
Only getting older
So I keep to myself
Ain't...

Writing Streak Week 14 Day 3 (OCEAN EYES- Billie Eilish)


1.OCEAN EYES BY BILLIE EILISH
This is one of my favorites. Whenever I hear this long I am speechless. I can feel this song seeping into my skin.
These are the lyrics. (I know, everyone knows). 

I've been watchin' you for some time
Can't stop starin' at those ocean eyes
Burning cities and napalm skies
Fifteen flares inside those ocean eyes
Your ocean eyes
I love the comparison here. First ocean eyes could refer to a guy whose eyes are deep, calming, soothing, and also destructive sometimes. She also means because of so much affection for this guy, she gets tears in her eyes. The mention of "Burning cities and napalm skies" refers to the destruction in the calm eyes.

[Chorus]
No fair
You really know how to make me cry
When you give me those ocean eyes
I'm scared
I've never fallen from quite this high
Fallin' into your ocean eyes
Those ocean eyes
In these lines, she is...

Writing Streak Week 14 Day 2 ( LET ME DOWN SLOWLY BY ALEC BENJAMIN)

This song has so many meanings that I'll have to go part wise.

This night is cold in the kingdom
I can feel you fade away
From the kitchen to the bathroom sink
Your steps keep me awake
I think this means that when 

This part means when a relationship is fading you can feel it in your body. it refers to the cold feeling. It also means that 'fading' gives him a cold and rigid feeling.

Don't cut me down
Throw me out
And leave me here to waste
I once was a man with dignity and grace
Now I'm slipping through the cracks of your cold embrace
So please, please

according to me the speaker feels hurt here that he's being mistreated in the relationship... and the slipping part means that the speaker's partner's hugs aren't pleasant anymore. It shows the coldness here. and I also think the speaker is somewhat ashamed of everything.

Could you find a...

Writing Streak Week 14 Day 1 ( MIND IS A PRISON BY ALEC BENJAMIN)

I am listening to this while writing this,
So Mind is a prison (by ALEC BENJAMIN). In this song, Alec visualizes himself in his mind. He thinks of exploring his mind but then he realizes it's a prison. According to me, the mind is the most complex thing to understand. We all know how good storyteller Alec is.
Alec Benjamin says that he does not live in California or Arizona. he lives in his head. His body is something that supports him. He pays rent in the form of three meals and other human life functions. But the real job happens inside in his mind. That is his current address.
He describes his eyes as the windows that give his mind of the view outside his house. Eyes provide information about one’s surroundings that eventually gets transformed into information for the mind to make choices.
In the next part of the verse, Alec Benjamin says that his mind is in...

Writing Streak Week 13 Day 1

beads of perspiration rolling down my forehead
just wrapped up the days work
school work is read
notes are written down on yellowish notebook pages
the pungent smell of ink gets in my nose

balancing two lives on both hands
i sighed
one life is the world one
other is of my dreams
each day i step forward 
but life is pacing
moving
running

i feel hydrochloric acid in my stomach
i smell curry and mouth is watering
heading to have dinner then
life will open another chapter.
 

Writing Streak Week 13 Day 4

heart pouncing/adrenaline gushing in/ meeting started
seeing her/ I had a smile from ear to ear/her words paint a thousand pictures and her pictures kill it.
left me speechless/I was in seventh heaven/her words are now engraved upon my heart/inspired me to follow my heart/ work hard to make my dream come to life.
 

Writing Streak Week 13 Day 5

I was wondering; 
why can't I love myself;
why should I rely on someone to be happy;
why can't I be there standing for myself;
why can't I be selfish for my own happiness?

Writing Streak Challenge Week 13

Challenge completed


DAY 1

Beads of perspiration rolling down my forehead
just wrapped up the days work
school work is read
notes are written down on yellowish notebook pages
the pungent smell of ink gets in my nose

balancing two lives on both hands
i sighed
one life is the world one
other is of my dreams
each day i step forward 
but life is pacing
moving
running

i feel hydrochloric acid in my stomach
i smell curry and mouth is watering
heading to have dinner then
life will open another chapter.

DAY 2

Lower back and shoulders in the clutches of pain
stiff/ frozen
because of bad posture
burning/inflamed
legs numb
because of online class
​brain/distracted 
mind/ wandering

so hands put to type
my soul/ peacefully settled 

DAY 3

                                                           I twisted my...

Writing Streak Week 13 Day 2

lower back and shoulders in the clutches of pain
stiff/ frozen
because of bad posture
burning/inflamed
legs numb
because of online class
​brain/distracted 
mind/ wandering

so hands put to type
my soul/ peacefully settled 



 

Writing Streak Week 13 Day 3 (JUST TRIED A WEIRD FORMAT, PLEASE TELL ME HOW IS IT?)

                                             
                                                           I twisted my neck
                                                           to get a glimpse of the clock
                                                           seems like time
                                                            has participated in a marathon
 ...

Writing Streak Challenge Week 12

Challenge completed


DAY 1
I find the meaning and purpose of my life in writing. I love it when my heartbeats are synced with the flow of my pen. My fingertips feel satisfied when they gently press the keyboard. Till today my pen has never betrayed me. My purpose in life to try to make my writing alive. I don't want you to read it but feel it. I feel accomplished when even one of my word hits someone hard. 
DAY 2 
I find meaning in working for my aim, independently. If my life is a boat then I would prefer to row my own boat even if I am drenched with sweat. 
DAY 3
I find the meaning of my life
in running for my dreams. 
Chasing them.
I want to be remembered in this world as Samina,
who achieved what she wanted.
a common girl with uncommon dreams.
DAY 4 
I find the meaning of my life
in the happiness of others ...

Writing Streak Week 12 Day 4

I find the meaning of my life
in the happiness of others
my biggest achievement in life
will be if my work brings, on your face a smile

 

Writing Streak Week 12 Day 3

I find the meaning of my life
in running for my dreams. 
Chasing them.
I want to be remembered in this world as Samina,
who achieved what she wanted.
a common girl with uncommon dreams.

Writing Streak Week 12 Day 2

I find meaning in working for my aim, independently. If my life is a boat then I would prefer to row my own boat even if I am drenched with sweat. 

Writing Streak Week 12 Day 1

I find the meaning and purpose of my life in writing. I love it when my heartbeats are synced with the flow of my pen. My fingertips feel satisfied when they gently press the keyboard. Till today my pen has never betrayed me. My purpose in life to try to make my writing alive. I don't want you to read it but feel it. I feel accomplished when even one of my word hits someone hard. 

Writing Streak Week 12 Day 5

I find the meaning of my life in breathing. 

Food Writing Competition 2020

The Taste of my Classmates

     
   I remember those days. When the sound of the clinking bell fell on my eardrums. As soon as I heard it, my legs rushed down the stairs. My classmate followed me. We raced to the canteen. It was Wednesday, which means Samosas. I was breathing hard because of all the running. As I gasped for breath, the aroma of fried crunchy samosa went down my nose. My face was drenched with sweat, but it was nothing in comparison to my love for the samosas. I turned back and saw my friend still running. Leaving my friend behind, I remembered the joy of my life. Before the samosas got over, I placed my hand on the canteen court, grabbing a plate of samosas in my hand with extra spicy chutney on top. When my friend reached the canteen she was astonished that I left her for samosas.Then we headed back to our class with...

i had a dream i lost everything(written after midnight)


i had a dream i lost everything i can't remember anything i don't know this world seemed strange i felt like an alien foreigner my mind feels formatted i was blank stuck in a cage i was suffocating i was sweating when i woke up i realized it was a reality i lost everything i can't remember anything the world feels strange i feel exotic i am stuck in a cage i am blank
but i am breathing
i am

the (extra) ordinary SILVER BALIs #randomthoughtsprompt1


I have been wear silver earrings for 7 years. They are easy to handle, affordable, durable and there are very few chances of losing them. There is nothing extraordinary about them. It is an ordinary, plain Bali. Neither they do have a rare design nor have been gifted to me. In fact, my mom forced me to wear it. According to her, it is ANTIBACTERIAL. 
But what’s different is that these earrings have eventually become a part of my identity. Whenever I wear them I feel a boost in my self-confidence. These give me the positive vibes to be simply best. These Balis reflect my simplicity. I don't wear a lot of jewelry. Every time I remove them I feel I am detaching and indispensable part of my identity. Now everyone remembers me with these Balis. Strangers exclaim me like THE GIRL WITH SILVER BALI. These Bali rejuvenate my mind. It gives me the energy to wake up and be...

THE MOST IMPORTANT THING IN LIFE IS LIFE ITSELF (TW)

i feel ignored i feel broke i feel sad i feel bad i feel anxious i feel the negative vibes i am submerged in darkness
but i see a hope a ray of life
i have a live
i  and even you have 
 

That Night,In Rain...

(her)
let the sun rise
together we'll make the world a paradise

(him)
your caramel eyes 
make me feel like I'm dancing in the skies

(both)
let the darkness fade away
let the sun rise 
let it rain
let it wash away our pain

(her)
your sight is mesmerizing
my heart is paralyzing 

(him) 
my breath is yours
you are my paradise

(both)
you're my light,
hold me tight
together we'll touch those heights.

(her)
you know we won't be together 
forever

(him)
let's spend the remaining hours
you be my shadow

(her) 
you be my rainbow
fill my life with your colors bright

(him)
let it rain
let the saline droplets roll by your caramel eyes 
 
(both)
you're my light
let's spend this night
in the rain.
the world will not let us unite 
we will fight

but if I loss you
Then, I will remember 
this rain
this night...

 

Writing Streak Challenge Week 11

Challenge completed

DAY 1
I wish I could undo the truth that I am SELFISH. Yes, I am selfish. Selfish for my dreams, happiness, pleasure, and myself.
I wish everyone could accept this truth that everyone is selfish in life.
DAY 2
I wish that we accept the fact that we all have our fears. No one is fearless. The one who overcomes his fear is fearless. 
DAY 3
I wish the world would be a better place to live.
DAY 4
I wish that I could do everything I dream of. 
Sometimes I wish that my actions had no consequences.
DAY 5 
I wish I could stop the time and undo the wrong.
 

Writing Streak Week 11 Day 5

I wish I could stop the time and undo the wrong.

Writing Streak Week 11 Day 4

I wish that I could do everything I dream of. 
Sometimes I wish that my actions had no consequences.

Writing Streak Week 11 Day 3

I wish the world would be a better place to live.

Writing Streak Week 11 Day 2

I wish that we accept the fact that we all have our fears. No one is fearless. The one who overcomes his fear,is fearless. 

Writing Streak Week 11 Day 1

I wish I could undo the truth that I am SELFISH. Yes, I am selfish. Selfish for my dreams, happiness, pleasure, and myself.
I wish everyone could accept this truth that everyone is selfish in life.

This I Believe

BELIEVE


I believe that you should do whatever you feel like doing at this moment. Time will never return.

32 Word Story

I started to type and end it all. But I used the back key again and again. I don't have the courage to type it. This blinking line moving to and fro.

Writing Streak Week 10 Day 5

I saw some cobbles and pebbles lying near the river flowing by. I wondered if they might have traveled all the way from mountain to the plains. Maybe one day, there was a huge flood and they flowed away with water. Separated from their parents. Maybe they afraid that water will erode them and lead to weathering. They looked sad. They were of reddish-brown color. The added to the beauty of nature. Riverbanks are very peaceful and these pebbles and cobbles added to the tranquility. Even though they are very sad they make any one's day happy and bright.Nature is indeed curing.

Writing Streak Challenge Week 10

Challenge completed

DAY 1
My eyes fell on a bird. It had silken feather, brown, golden. It has exquisite feathers, rare blue shiny eyes. It had a small baby bird near its chest. the baby was pinkish-brown with a shade of peach and white. the had made a small nest on the window. my mother feeds them daily. they pick each piece of rice with their beak which was in brownish-black color. the parent bird picked up each grain with its beak and fed the baby bird. i saw an egg in the nest. it was white shiny and of 5 cm. the birds were chirping very sweetly and calmly. but when I neared to see them closely, they flew away. they are afraid of me. they might think of me as a giant who is like a monster. but they aren't scared of my mom. my mom's opinion is that they are on our windowpane because of scorching and burning heat....

Writing Streak Week 10 Day 3

my hands softly press the keyboard. running in multiple directions. the sound of keys pressing gives my satisfaction that I have done today's work. these black keys with multiple signs, symbols, and letters. I love constructing buildings from these bricks. each key has its significance. ESC helps me escape from my life and enter a new world. shift key shifts my attention from my problems. Caps never cap me. Ctrl tells me how I control its life. SPACE key gives me my own personal space. Delete key removes my problems. The back key  helps me correct my past.when I type on the keyboard the neurons of my finger send messages to my brain about how contented I am.  the keyboard takes me to a new world of tranquility.

Writing Streak Week 10 Day 2

I was always fascinated by the house which I could see from my window. I don't know whose it is. it was peachish brown in color and had black windows. they have a small backyard. I often hear kids playing there. there is a creeping silence during the day. I hear pin-drop silence. But during the night I hear kids playing, crying, and listening to Taylor Swift's songs. what surprises me is that I have never seen them. I sometimes smell something burning from there house. months passed and yet I dust collected their windows. to my surprise, I have never seen light on in their house. they had a rose flower panted but now it is wilted. I have noticed some writings on their windows. it is spray painted. I tried to understand what was written but couldn't .but yet every night I hear creepy noises. 

Writing Streak Week 10 Day 1

my eyes fell on a bird. It had silken feather, brown, golden. It has exquisite feathers, rare blue shiny eyes. It had a small baby bird near its chest. the baby was pinkish-brown with a shade of peach and white. the had made a small nest on the window. my mother feeds them daily. they pick each piece of rice with their beak which was in brownish-black color. the parent bird picked up each grain with its beak and fed the baby bird. i saw an egg in the nest. it was white shiny and of 5 cm. the birds were chirping very sweetly and calmly. but when I neared to see them closely, they flew away. they are afraid of me. they might think of me as a giant who is like a monster. but they aren't scared of my mom. my mom's opinion is that they are on our windowpane because of scorching and burning heat. they felt...

Writing Streak Week 10 Day 4

My eyes didn't believe it. My heartbeat was running fast. My body felt numb. My heart was frozen. I couldn't feel anything. My muscles tightened. My body parts became devoid of oxygen supply. I couldn't breathe. My hands are still shivering. I was sweating. I couldn't feel blood running in my body. My chest was in pain. Words didn't come out of my mouth. I still cant believe.

When she loves you 2

This piece is a sequel of When she loves you . You can also check Tushar's Piece When he loves you and when he loves you 2
7.. She will at least tell one of her best friends about you (this is repeated but very important point)
So if you are looking out whether she likes you or not then you should probably approach her best friend. If she likes you she will tell every detail about the time spent with you. She will probably even save your number as her best friend's name... 
8. she will be shy or nervous in front of you
This is the weakness of most of the girls. Either she will be very shy or maybe even blushing. Her emotions will probably be seen from her face, especially eyes...
9. She will melt if you give her any gift
This works... She will be impressed by any gift you give her( if it is...

Lost in a fair

What if you and I, together we're lost in a fair and time just stopped.

MAKE A CHANGE ( WARNING: this piece deals with some sensitive issues)



"Be the change you want to see in the world,” as said by Mahatma Gandhi has inspired me since long. I strongly believe in his words. The youth of this generation is a species full of immense energy and unbeatable hope. We have enough potential to bring in positive changes in the world as regards to climate action. There are 1.8 billion young people in the world, if each one does his or her part, then a lot can transform for the better.

About a month ago I had made this post. Now I have compiled the comments as one piece. I hope that by reading this at least one person's life is changed. Due to the happenings in the world. I thought that this would be the right time to publish this piece.

HelpMe512
I want to see change is I want to get rid of transphobia and homophobia. Just let people live their lives it's not that difficult....

If my Life was a Boat

if my life was a boat, I would prefer to row my own boat...

When she loves you

  1. If a girl likes you she will probably try making excuses to meet you. She might purposely forget things at your place so that she could come again. And she will prefer to hang out with you alone. 
  2. She will laugh for your lamest jokes. She will think/act that you are very funny. Even when your jokes are deadly like Ku-run-ah.
  3. She might act weird in front of you. This might include that she will get conscious in front of you, she might start setting her hair and adjusting her clothes.
  4. She might tease you or pretend that she isn't interested in you. She would probably leave you on seen/blue tick, even when she is online. This is done to show that she is very busy and has many friends, you get it right. She will try all possible ways to act as if you are very annoying.
  5. She will probably tell her best friend about you. Though she will...

Your deep blue eyes seems like an ocean. maybe a song..

Your deep blue eyes seem like an ocean
Your curvy lashes in motion
Are just like tides
touch and wash away my heart
I love 'em

I don't think I'll be able to confess
I am a total mess
My eyes are now in a marathon,
I can't stop
I should move on
but
Your deep blue eyes seem like an ocean
I am lost in 'em
I am lost.

Your deep blue eyes seem like an ocean
I wanna erase them
but they have taken a place
I can't fill that space
I am lost in 'em
I am lost

Your deep blue eyes seem like an ocean
my love is like an ocean 
I am lost in it
I am lost 

 

I feel... #PrettyContest 2 #ollie1stcomp

i feel s u f f o c a t e d,i feel c h o c k e d
i can't bear expectations,
your thoughts have had my heart broke.
i cant m o v e , i feel p a r a l y s e d
your perfect dream for me
snatched away mine
i can't f e e l , i feel h o p e l e s s
your hurts are so deep
that i can't heal-they are e n d l e s s
i can't l i v e , i feel b r o k e
you have put me in a cage look
how hard i try my thoughts C
                                                 H
                             ...

Typing my feelings on keyboard

i ...i feel...
i feel the pain
again and again

the...the world 
the world is just a game
blame and blame

once...once think
once think about others 
then your pain won't ache 
words are skin deep, and once this ink oozes into your skin
i don't think it can be removed.

Writing Streak Challenge Week 9

Challenge completed

DAY 1
A young girl/warm ivory-colored skin/short, wavy black hair/stirring the warm- coffee in her hand/ wondering what to do next/ lost in her dreams...
DAY 2
The party was small and everyone far away from each other, Cinderella was dancing with the charming Prince, they didn't touch each other, she realized that her phone's internet was only till 12, so she ran from the palace, the Special COVID 19 safe Uber had arrived, she was running down the stair, when she left her phone, the prince got her phone, he sanitized it, he couldn't remember Cindrellas's face as she was wearing a mask, when the next day Prince came looking for who was the owner of the phone, though the police were behind him for breaking the social distancing rules, he was looking for her, then Cindrella typed her password, Prince wanted to marry Cinderella after lockdown, police caught them and until marrying they stayed away in Quarantine.
DAY...

Writing Streak Week 9 Day 5

The black-shiny screen, lessons flashing on it, teachers on ZOOM, teaching, I miss the blackboard, the room echoing with shrill noises.

Writing Streak Week 9 Day 4

the story started from there and ended there.

Writing Streak Week 9 Day 3 (A BIG WAR)


the war started/but this was different/ she somehow forced her hand to do something/she wasn't interested in what her hand does/ the heart wanted her to do something else/ but the brain fought with her heart/ her ears listening to something/ but her heart fought with the ear/her eyes were forced to see what she didn't want/ but her heart fought with her eyes/her legs wanted to go somewhere/but her heart ran somewhere else/ now the soul the king of the body entered into the fight/and finally the war was between the souls and her mind/ the soul won the war accompanied by the heart and that's why I am here/writing this.

Writing Streak Week 9 Day 2 (NEW GENEARTION CINDRELLA)

The party was small and everyone far away from each other, Cinderella was dancing with the charming Prince, they didn't touch each other, she realized that her phone's internet was only till 12, so she ran from the palace, the Special COVID 19 safe Uber had arrived, she was running down the stair, when she left her phone, the prince got her phone, he sanitized it, he couldn't remember Cindrellas's face as she was wearing a mask, when the next day Prince came looking for who was the owner of the phone, though the police were behind him for breaking the social distancing rules, he was looking for her, then Cindrella typed her password, Prince wanted to marry Cinderella after lockdown,police caught them and until marryingthey stayed away in Quarantine.

Writing Streak Week 9 Day 1

a young girl/warm ivory-colored skin/short, wavy black hair/stirring the warm- coffee in her hand/ wondering what to do next/ lost in her dreams...

It is not easy being me (INSPIRED BY ANNE BLACKWOOD)

it is not easy to be me
ignoring what you can clearly see
smiling when you are very sad
fighting with the world for good and bad
it is not easy being me 
Weird girl
crazy girl
hardworking girl
dancer girl
writer girl
fighter girl
yoga girl
karate girl
theatre girl
straight girl
poet girl
brave girl
helping girl
short-hair girl
dreamer girl
believer girl
singer girl
fearful girl
but
fearless girl
 
it is not easy being me,
one soul, one life, 100 ways to live it.
 

PET PEEVES #126 prompt 5


1.  Invading my privacy
When we visit our home town or any village, I hate it when I don't get my room and have to share one. I don't mind sharing it with my parents. The thing is people should learn to knock and enter. But I think everyone acts like they are a non-stop train they won't stop at any station. It is not like I am hiding something in my room but what if I am changing. It is better to knock and enter. THEY feel like I am doing some super-secret work or I am an FBI agent.Especially my sister has mastered the art of annoying me. I feel like someone is scrapping my patience bit by bit until I blast like a balloon.

2. And my biggest pet peeve
If someone touches their nails with paper and makes weird noises. This is not a very common pet peeve. When someone drags/rubs their nails on paper it...

Pocket Poem

FIRE AND ICE

Robert Frost's poems are my favorite. But FIRE AND ICE one is somewhat different.
When I first read this poem I was deeply shaken by the theme.

Some say the world will end in fire
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favour fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.


The poem refers to the predictions of how the world will end.
FIRE is symbolic of desires. We always feel disappointed if we can't achieve our desires. This condition will make us feel envious of others who have achieved it. We know the nature of fire, it burns everything. Similarly we will burn ourselves as well as others in this fire. Fire is symbolic of anger, ambition, aspiration, greed, revenge, avarice, violence, and conflict.
ICE is SYMBOLIC of hatred, coldness, rigidity, insensitivity,...

Names, Names, Names

NaMeS

A breakfast joint - Sunrise Park
A new smartphone- Addictive X1
An eyeglasses store -I for life
A highway - Dream Way
An island resort - Relax Resort
A new constellation - Akshaiyaa
A pet polar bear - Softy Teddy
A nail polish color - Mauve blast
A new butterfly species - royal blue-spotted on the crimson crescent 

Writing Streak Challenge Week 8

Challenge completed


DAY 1
Who knows about tomorrow, just live today.

DAY 2
Sometimes you need to feel bad, so that you feel better.

DAY 3
Golden Advice: When you're very confused with your life., take a long nap.

DAY 4
There are a thousand ways to say no, but there is billion ways to take you to your destination.

DAY 5
If you think you can't do it, it is imagination.
 

Writing Streak Week 8 Day 5

If you think you can't do it, it is imagination.

Writing Streak Week 8 Day 4

There are a thousand ways to say no, but there is billion ways to take you to your destination.

Writing Streak Week 8 Day 3

Golden Advice: When you're very confused with your life., take a long nap.

Writing Streak Week 8 Day 2

Sometimes you need to feel bad, so that you feel better.

Writing Streak Week 8 Day 1

Who knows about tomorrow, just live today.

Class Stories



So the scene was in the break we were shipping two of our classmates. You know right how sometimes you feel two of your friends are dating. So in my class, I have a girl who is very bad minded she can never ever think of something in the right way. Let her be B
Then after the break, we had a Hindi class, the same both friends got to read the exercises. Let's think them as C1 And C 2.
Now here is the thing



C1:Reading aloud
Kis ne kis se kaha (who said to whom) and looking towards C2 to read.
B: She started giving expressions to another friend about they are surely dating.
I was blank and what was going in my mind was that these people need to shut up because Hindi Teacher was very strict. Later I came to know because of 'Kiss ne kiss se Kaha' which B heard, created the confusion

Playwriting Competition 2020

WHEN WILL THIS ALL END ?


NARRATOR: The smell of pungent meat was in the air. The floor was slippery because of melting ice. That is why it is called a wet market. Here animals are kept, slaughtered, and sold for food.
There was a long line as festivals were approaching.

Scene 1:
BABY CROCO (sobbing): Grandma, I miss my mommy. She is taken for slaughter. These humans are so scary.

GRANDMA BAT (in a calming voice): Oh dear! Be brave, God is with us. I have been a great explorer since my birth. They separated me from my mother when I was hardly a week old. They destroyed my favorite trees.

SNAKE (grinding its teeth): These humans are so selfish. We should teach them a lesson. Grandma, you have traveled all over the world. Tell us more about them.

NARRATOR:Rat jumping all around the market, grabbing the attention of the people in the crowd... Some started chasing it. One employee of the market...

Enumeration

6 realizations which transformed my life in COVID-19 times

1. Life is very short, live it to the fullest         

 In our pacing busy lives, we often forget to breathe in the present. Every hour, every minute and every second is unique in itself. We all must have had our bucket lists ready for the future months, but have you ever given a thought that this moment will never return? So enjoy each moment. Appreciate in everyday activities like relish the irresistible aroma and mouth-watering taste of dishes you have for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. The captivating beauty of flowers around you. The fresh air you inhale. Everything will transform into a memory.

2. Technology Vs Novel Coronavirus.

This microscopic virus has failed the most complex technology. The universe moved to digital biometrics and smart touchscreen phones, but the novel coronavirus had the potential to turn it upside down. Massive malls and shopping complexes have a lock on their doors. Schools and offices are shut down. Global...

T I M E

T I M E
these 4 letters play with my life

Writing Streak Week 7 Day 4 | TIME

I love it when my wristwatch dial has 86400 seconds to tick.
It has been ages since I had 86400 seconds for me.
Sometimes I love it when the sun and moon rise with my permission.
I love it when my hourglass has 518,400 sand grains on the top.

Writing Streak Challenge Week 7

Challenge completed

Week 7 
Love Tweets

Day 1
On the terrace
we hold each other’s hand.
You’re deep blue eyes glittering in the moonlight,
the stars gleaming in the inky sky,
the fireflies in motion form our names.
The day of 10 April,
We cuddle and read a book together
my silky hair brush on your check
moonlight kisses your honey skin
and then your pearly soft lips gently rub against mine.

Day 2
 Smile
I love the tenderness of the symmetrical curve with a glimpse of your white teeth.
When you smile, you create a magical world around me, full of positive vibe. I forget all about my pain and my gain. Every day when I look into the reflecting plane, your smile, my reflection, is the key to a pleasant day.

Day 3
Weekends
I am waiting for you.
These 5 days have been very hard without you.
When you are with me I ignore you.
I am craving for...

Writing Streak Week 7 Day 5

I love it when music seeps in my ears. When I am down, music is the key. Music permeates through my skin. It hypnotizes me, takes me into another world. I feel the tune syncs with my heartbeats.

RESULTS!!!!!!!! #Samina50



The wait is over. *drumroll* RESULTS
Firstly, I am very sorry for the delay in the results. This competition was started when I reached 50 followers and now it is.way to late. Sorry. I had judged the competition long back but unfortunately, my laptop broke *sobs*. Then, I was very exhausted due to online classes and too much screen time. My eyes are literally swollen and teary. Nevermind...
Secondly, I was honestly amazed by such wonderful pieces. Judging was very hard.



Before we jump into the results
I would like a round of applause for those who have participated.
Participating is the first step to success. So don't be upset if you didn't win anything. You are still a winner!  There is always space for improvement.



PROMPT  1 

Write a page of your diary. 

ENTRIES 
1. Running from an Epilogue #Samina50  BY Harlo Stein
2. A Memorable Day #Samina50 BY buddingauthor
3.Purple Nail, Chipped Days. #Samina50 BY MarSan ...

Astonishing Dream #inside #contest_13 prompt 4

I had arranged everything for my jewelry making competition. Now I packed my purple bag and zipped it up. My eyelid was heavy. I headed to brush my teeth and go to bed. I pulled my blanket and was wondering how will my competition go. With that thrill and excitement, I shut my eyes.
It was a bright Sunday. Sunshine fell in my eyes and I woke up. I headed to change and get ready for school. I plated my hair into two ponies and polished my shoes. I wore my favorite black watch on which I trusted my life. I headed to the car and then reached the school. Everything was normal. My bell rang and the jewelry making competition started. I zipped open my bag, putting my hand feeling for my pouch. My face color changed. I was astonished, and my heartbeat stopped for a second. I forget my pouch, and glue was in it. My eyelid was almost...

Untitled #contest_13 prompt 1

why my heart is hurt
     i was very alert
        emotions had no entry
            but unknowingly you were very friendly
        my heartfelt it
     and melted
now I cant pardon
     my heart has now hardened.
        i have been deceived
           my heart still can't believe.

Writing Streak Week 7 Day 3

I am waiting for you.
These 5 days have been very hard without you.
When you are with me I ignore you.
I am craving for you.
Why can't you stay with me forever?
  I have never confessed
     but I love you weekends.

Writing Streak Week 7 Day 2

I love the tenderness of the symmetrical curve with a glimpse of your white teeth.
When you smile, you create a magical world around me, full of positive vibe. I forget all about my pain and my gain. Every day when I look into the reflecting plane, your smile, my reflection, is the key to a pleasant day.

Maa, you are much much better.


The moonlight
Isn't as bright
In the night.
Shall I tell the moon
to leave behind its pride
Maa, your heart is much much bright.
 
Ocean's depth
Isn't as large in breadth
Shall I tell the ocean to leave its ego apart
Maa, the deepness is there much much in your heart.


Rainwater forget that you're sound is relaxing
Isn't that exciting,
Maa, your voice is much much soothing.
Whenever I hear it I feel I am breathing,
My heart is always feeling
Almighty has made you make this world a much much better for living.

 

Beauty

the mascara on the curvy, lashes washed away,
eyes are charcoal black
the foundation became caky,
a black drop rolled her the cheek
the lips dry, moisturized with petroleum, then coated with lipstick
ran away as the black tear chased it down and ruined it.
a tear washed away her fear

Allergy... Achoo

eyes watery, bloodshot, itchy.
nose running in an endless marathon.
throat sore, deadly headaches,
appetite has gone, sleep has gone.
Sneezes are uncountable
It is all because of an allergy.

Star is gone...(Footnote must read)

Star is gone but left a twinkle in the sky,
The deep passion and dedication in his eyes,
He was the blood of India,
The first person from the soil of my motherland to receive the noble price,
He was the one who gave Mahatma Ji his name,
Star is gone but left a twinkle in the sky.
One man, multiple talents.
He was famous all over the globe.
We sing his verses as the national anthems.
Star is gone but left a twinkle in the sky,
this twinkle gives me a spark of inspiration.
Guruji, we remember you, the blood of the nation.

Isn't Silence the greatest killer? (#quick)

Isn't silence the biggest weapon
Isn't silence the greatest killer.
I am silent.
It doesn't mean
I              I                I                     I 
don't    don't      don't                don't 
see        Hear     Understand.   Feel
I do but
Isn't silence the greatest killer.

100 Followers! #Make a change

I can't believe. I have 100 followers. It is been almost a year (7 May 2019) since I joined this heaven. I am speechless, out of words to express my gratitude. Usually, people do a Q and A or Contest or Giveaways but I have a different idea.
We are the youth, the future. I am sure there must be some things you all want to change in the world. I thought of having a list of changes we want to make in this world. So how this works is you have to comment on a thing you want to change with a reason. Whoever reads this piece, might change his/her mind. Each drop together makes an ocean and each voice matters.
It can be anything. A social issue or a prejudice.

Writing Streak 2 Week 1 Day 1

One heart,
how many times will you break?
One hope
how many times will you shatter?
Two eyes
how many times will you make me cry?
Two ears
how many times will you taunt? My ears bleed.
Three faces
how many times will you change?
Four years of trust
how many times will you break?

Writing Streak Challenge Week 6

Challenge completed

Good morning
I am Alexandra Marie and you’re watching the X news channel. 
BREAKING NEWS: A girl completed Writing Streak Week Six despite loads of Homework. Let us see the girl’s perspective.
“Hello, this is Samina. Today I have completed the Streak. I am loving this. It refreshes my mind. Sometimes it is difficult to manage with Homework and contests. (So whoever is reading this #Samina50’s results will be out soon.)
I am thankful to Write the World for such interesting prompts. I would never have taken an interest in what other people think about COVID 19. “
Thank you, Samina.
For more updates, stay tuned to the X news channel. Signing off. Peace.

Writing Streak Week 6 Day 1

Good morning
I am Alexandra Marie. I am a chief news reporter and today's report is about how the life of everyone is affected due to COVID 19. First, we will begin with my life. The noble coronavirus has turned my life upside down. My bedroom is now my studio. I have got time to spend with my family. Now while recording this video my children are giving me multiple disturbances.COVID 19 is a very famous personality that has made all the difference. I have started eating healthy food. I am expanding my horizon. I am trying to learn new things and get out of my comfort zone. I have started to spend time more observing extraordinary nature. This microscopic virus has put an end to even my minutest bad habit. On a general note, it has brought happiness in my life. But this isn't the same for everyone, let's find out how has this effect other's life.

Writing Streak Week 6 Day 2

Good morning
I am Alexandra Marie and welcome back to an X news channel. So today we are interviewing a poor-class family and how their lives have turned upside down because of COVID 19.
“I am Charlie and I belong to a very poor family. I used to work in other states, but due to coronavirus, I lost my job. I don’t have enough to feed my family. My wife and I sacrifice our hunger to feed our children. We have to sleep with an empty stomach. I don’t have enough to pay my children's school fees and rent. Now children have online classes. I can’t pay. The authorities should have pity on my pathetic condition. I used to work this season in the brick factory to earn my living. This year I won’t be able to earn enough to send the money to my mother. She is on her deathbed. I can’t even visit her. Corona virus has turned out to be...

Writing Streak Week 6 Day 3

Good morning
This is Alexandra Marie. Welcome to the X news channel. Today, we will see the perspective of a student towards COVID 19.
“This is Rina. I study in class 10. This pandemic has turned out to be a fuel in my studies. Online classes are fun and interesting. They save a lot of time and I can now spend my time in my hobbies. They test lessons based on MCQ’s. So mugging up is omitted, and there is a drastic change in the system. I feel less stressed. The other side of online classes is that my screen time has increased a lot and I am constantly suffering from painful headaches. There is a lot of trouble during reviews and classes. Net connections are erratic, leading to issues while connecting.”
Thank you, Rita. Now we will see the point of view of a boy from a poor family.
“Hello, this is Shyam. I don’t have the facility for...

Writing Streak Week 6 Day 4


Good Morning 

This is Alexandria Marie and welcome back to the X news channel. Today we will interview a family from the upper class.

“I am Bryan and my main occupation is Business. My business received a major setback because of the lockdown and closing of malls. I have been in the red zone. My business friends had visited foreign and are affected by COVID 19. I am now in self-quarantine. Because of exponentially decreasing rates of my business, I have been suffering from depression and anxiety. Even my family cannot stay at home as they are used to traveling. The bright side of this is I could spend more time with my children. I could feel the little joys of nature and I am now grateful for everything I took for granted.”

Thank you, Bryan. 
For more updates stay tuned.

Writing Streak Week 6 Day 5

Good morning 
I am Alexandra Marie and you’re watching the X news channel.
Today, we have an episode with a middle family. Let’s look at their perspective.
“Hey, I am Anthony. I do a job for my earning. Because of COVID 19, my life has been a little different.
I am now doing my meetings and work online. My family is delighted at home. Children can attend online classes. My wife has done wonderful gardening. Overall, this virus is a unifying bond for my family and community. It has faded away all differences within society.”
Thank you, Anthony. 
For more updates, stay tuned. 

Body Shame #Pretty Contest 3

why do you body-shame?
do you have any shame
I don't have a perfect curvy hip, why am I put to blame.
you know right, that we all aren't the same.

 you are too skinny,
you are too fat.
you are too tinny-minni
you are too fair
you are have bad hair
you know right we are all not the same
and yet you body shame

I don't have perfect skin
I don't have a perfect face
I don't have the perfect limb
I don't have a perfect chin
I don't have a perfect shape
I don't have a perfect skin tone
you know right we are all not the same
and yet you body shame.


My heart says I am imperfectly perfect,
I don't care about what you say.

Leisurely things with SAMINA #4| Answer my questions|100 followers special (updated)

WaaHey,
So pretty much everyone is doing a question and answer but I am different so I am doing an Answer and question. Weird right?
So I can answer all your questions because I myself is confused with my life. So this is sort of like a survey. Answer in comments.
1. What about my writing style do you like the most? (Let's start it on a positive note)
2. What about my writing would you like me to improve.
3. Any additional tips or any other thing about me.
I hope you have a nice day! :-)

She

She was hurt
She dressed up in her shirt
She was doubtful; she had anxiety
She could hear the voice of the taunting society
She was brave
She is full of optimistic wave
She was in her cocoon, now she is a butterfly
She is ready to fly
In her sky
Leave behind that
Shy, fragile,
She didn’t care about society
She did what made her feel alive.

My Quarantine Routine

Wake up ( 7 am)
Check Write the world and like 2 pieces
Brush my teeth
Check write the world
Join online classes (2 secs before they start)
In between writing a piece in the break
Join the second class
In between texting my friend.
If I am logged out begging in group chat to let me in the class
Join Third class
In between Write A Review on Write the World
Watch YOUTUBE
Then after classes take a nap
Wake up
Check write the World
Write Writering Streak
Chatting with my online friends
Then study Math, Science, Social, Hindi, English.
Write the never-ending notes
Write a few reviews, like and comment.
Go to sleep ( at probably 2 am) 
And this repeats.

Friendship

I divided myself
So as to help
You multiply
And now you don't even reply
Is this friendship? which i think probably died.

Achievements

Blood sweat tears, turn into achievements.

Life

Life is a Rubik cube, SOLVE!

Writing Streak Challenge Week 5

Challenge completed

she held my hand tight
    and taught me how to walk.
       during the bad dreams in the night,
          she comforted me with her lovely talk.
whenever i failed
   she told me to fight
        Get up and fly in my sky
           Whenever i succeeded
              she held my hand tight.
will i be able to hold her hand?
   will i be able to help her walk?
       will i be able to give her such lovely talks?
           will i be able to able to do the same?
whenever I had a head pain
    she massaged my head with soothing coconut oil, which cooled my          brain
        whenever i was stuck the in rain
            she became my umbrella and drenched herself in the rain.
mom all I want to say,
    i can never repay.
        i will hold your hand tightly,
             you just hold my hand...

Writing Streak Week 5 Day 5

mom all I want to say,
    i can never repay.
        i will hold your hand tightly,
             you just hold my hand tightly.

Writing Streak Week 5 Day 4

she held my hand tight
    and taught me how to walk.
       during the bad dreams in the night,
          she comforted me with her lovely talk.

whenever i failed
   she told me to fight
        Get up and fly in my sky
           Whenever i succeeded
              she held my hand tight.

will i be able to hold her hand?
   will i be able to help her walk?
       will i be able to give her such lovely talks?
           will i be able to able to do the same?

whenever I had a head pain
  she massaged my head with soothing coconut oil, which cooled my              brain
        whenever i was stuck the in rain
            she became my umbrella and drenched herself in the rain.

Writing Streak Week 5 Day 3

will i be able to hold her hand ?
   will i be able to help her walk?
       will i be able to give her such lovely talks?
           will i be able to able to do the same?

Writing Streak Week 5 Day 2


whenever i failed
   she told me to fight
       get up and fly in my sky
           whenever i succeeded
              she held my hand tight.

 

Writing Streak Week 5 Day 1

she held my hand tight
     and taught me how to walk.
          during the bad dreams in the night,
              she comforted me with her lovely talk.

Five Line Fiction

Why I left you? #1stchallenge

I hugged him tightly know that we would never meet.
He exclaimed, "Are you sure you want to leave?"
I exclaimed "I can't live here anymore. I feel suffocated and I have miles to achieve before I sleep."
He said "I won't stop you. You can fly the sky is yours."

Writing Streak Week 4 Day 5

I am grateful to water. Whenever you are thirsty, plain water seems like Amrit. The feeling of swallowing water down my throat is inexpressible. When the water wets, my quenching throat, I feel nothing is so good.

Writing Streak Week 4 Day 4

Thank you gravity to pull me down.
Thank you electricity for lighting my town.
Thank you light for making my life bright.
Thank you the potential energy for energy by height.
Thank you motion for our cars to move.
Thank you electric motors to make our fans run.
Thank you buoyancy to make things float.
Thank you, force make my life easy.

Writing Streak Week 4 Day 3 (EARTH DAY SPECIAL +Mini quiz)

I am grateful for each cell, each organelle. Our body works so efficiently, flawlessly. I am always wondering, the universe is so big, compared to our cell. Think about the creator of this world.
I am grateful to the plants to give us oxygen and take back carbon dioxide.
I am grateful to each organism that made us live.
I am grateful for the wonderful water cycle.
I am grateful to the soil, helped us grow good.
I am grateful to rivers who are a catalyst for the growth of food.
I am grateful to the rain to soothe our minds,
I am grateful to the Earth. Saving Earth isn't my duty. It is compulsory to because
WE ARE INDEBTED TO EARTH
WE ARE INDEBTED TO EARTH...

Writing Streak Week 4 Day 2

I am grateful for the music. It is the fuel in my blood. It pours through me.It echos in my heart.It ...

Poetry and Spoken Word Competition 2020

As I peeped outside my little window

Spoken Words- https://youtu.be/_6QYYnjpgSI
     as I peeped outside my window
     the wet dew on leaves of the tree,
      i watched them with a cup of tea.
             a group of birds sat on the window pale
             the birds chirped under the sunlight.
             one was blessed with feathers pure white,
             it seemed to me like it was a messager of unity
             i think it came to unite the community.
                        in the time of despair
                        the birds feel something different in the air
                       "oh the sky so clear, washed away my tear,
                        mom, I can breathe, seems like a dream"
             ...

Writing Streak Week 4 Day 1

I am grateful for zoom
To bring my class to my room.
I am grateful to my wonderful broom
It helped me clean my room

Leisurely things with SAMINA #3

Hey
So I think everyone is bored. I came up with this idea cum challenge. So I want you all to write a piece with #My Name in the title.

So I keep on wondering what names mean in respective languages. So in this piece, you have to write a para (at least ) about what your name means. If you don't want to reveal your name, No problem, you could explain what does your username means.
I hope I reduce your boredom( @mia:) )
Don't forget to comment on the link. 
yours
Samina.:-)

Writing Streak Week 3 Day 4

  I confess.                                                              
                 I miss you, yes!      

Writing Streak Week 3 Day 2 ( No Tears Left to Cry)

Eyes drenched, throat dried, heart shattered.

Writing Streak Week 3 Day 1 (My sister special)

My eyes gazed the cute creature.
 

Lali

My sister's pet name is Lali because in Hindi it means red.
She is something soothing like red color in sunrise or sunset.
She is RBC of my blood which makes it red.
She is Mitochondria of my body.
She is energy, My power.
She helps me in danger.
She is my courage,
She helps me overcome my fear.
She is my confidence
She is my strength
She is my weakness.
She is my backbone.

She is my Stamina because of her I am Samina.

Writing Streak Week 2 Day 5

     
     as I peeped outside my window
     the wet dew on leaves of the tree,
      i watched them with a cup of tea.
             a group of birds sat on the window pale
             the birds chirped under the sunlight.
             one was blessed with feathers pure white,
             it seemed to me like it was a messager of unity
             i think it came to unite the community.
                   in the time of despair
                   the birds feel something different in the air
                       "oh the sky so clear, washed away my tear,
                        mom, I can breathe, seems like a dream"
                        so exclaimed baby bird to her mother.
                     ...

Writing Streak Week 2 Day 4(PLEASE REVIEW)



 as i glanced outside my window,
     i saw over my city a large shadow.
        i titled the cloud as emotions
          during lockdown condition
             often humans lose control over emotions.
                 humans with anger defile
                   but every time smiles purify
                      some feel hopeless
                        some feel focus.
                           clouds will downpour as feelings
                              give time for it healing.
                                the best remedy is control
                     ...

#Communitychallenge

Hey write the world community,
Each and every one of you has had significant importance in my life. You have always help me grow and overcome my flaws. I have so many friends on this site that maybe this page will not be enough. It was very hard to select 3 people.

Bride124
She was the very first one to review my pieces. I remember she was having a contest for her 50th review when she encouraged me to participate. That'ss when I started taking interest in Challenging writings. Honestly, She is one of the best reviews. I will always remember you and can't repay you. Though you are inactive now, I respect you a lot. Thank you for changing my life.

Tushar Mandhan
He has always encouraged me and pointed out my drawbacks. He has been literally my backbone without whom I doubt I will be able to stand. Thank you so much. You have always liked and commented...

Writing Streak Week 2 Day 3 (Please review)

there are two types of people in the world.
on the one hand, there are those people who are bound by fear. (Day2)
on the other hand, there are people who judiciously using this time.
as I looked outside my window I saw some spark of hope,
                                                                           some ray of positivity,
                                                                                     some wave of optimism.
I saw some people who are still pursuing their aims and
                                                                   trying to achieve what they want.
these people have unconditional strength to seek their goals.
                                                               these people are a boon to...

Writing Streak Week 2 Day 2(Please review)

What Is Fear? It is an emotion, state of mind and body induced by threat or danger, pain which causes consequences like hiding, fleeing, running, panic buying.

As I glanced outside my window, I could only see people endowed with the fear. Sadness and tears covered the sky. The air was filled with negative thoughts. A blanket of fear seemed like it engulfed the world in it.
Fear of COVID 19
Fear of separation
Fear of hunger
Fear of pain
Fear of goods getting sold out
Fear of Staying in Home
Fear of Social Distancing
Fear of Death(Thanatophobia).
Change is only a permanent thing.
Understand your fear
Face your fear
Confront your fear
Fight your fear
Annex your fear
A man is considered brave when they have the courage to conquer fears.
                                                         Nelson Mandela
We need to conquer these fears, It is not only your fight, but it is also ours.
let's make a small change.

Grandma,


The foremost thing that flashes over my mind regarding my grandma is her zealous and appealing nature. She has always nurtured my mind with goodness and inculcated the morals in us. Superficially she is of the average height of about 5 feet. Having an oval face within sunken eyes, cycloidal arched eyebrows, thick brown lashes. Her brown straightened hair, curly at the ends is beautiful enough to make anyone envy. Her forehead and whistle jawline reflects the age. The sallow colored skin adorned with pearly pink lips is a mesmerizing beauty. Talking about her smile, a glance of it recuperates all my problems. She is tender-hearted and enthusiastic. Not to forget she is equally talented with knowledge of multi-cuisine recipes. The most cherished is the Mango pickle. The irresistible aroma of it will definitely pull you towards it. Her unconditional love and sincere prayers are a treasure for a lifetime.

Leisurely things with SAMINA #2 Game If you are bored!!


So I couldn't wait to do this next challenge cum time pass. This is a game where I put a sentence and you have to add sentences to it In comments. After the story is complete I will publish it.
Hope you enjoy it.
Here Is the sentence
I was walking around the street when I noticed...

Leisurely things with SAMINA #1

I am very excited to announce that I will be publishing a series of writing every week titled 'LEISURELY THINGS WITH SAMINA'. This is the first piece under this title. I hope you enjoyed it and please comment.

I was wondering if everyone is getting bored. I came up with the amazing idea of a simple and easy recipe to try when you are free. This is my mother's special recipe and each time my mom makes it, I irresistible get drawn towards it by its the mouth-watering aroma. and I assure you, you can't resist trying it yourself. No doubt it tasty but healthy as well.

1. Take one cup of chana dal (chickpea gram)and soak it for a few hours.
2 Then the pressure cooks it. (3-4 whistles on medium flame)
3. Mash the dal while stirring.
4. Take little oil in a pan, add grated onion, chilly,( ginger and garlic paste)which is optional. (low flame/medium flame)
5....

PRIZES

Prizes!!!
    1st: Three reviews(  pieces of your choice); three likes and comments ( pieces of my choice)
     2nd: Two reviews( pieces of your choice), two likes and comments ( pieces of my choice)
    3rd: One review( a piece of your choice), one like and comment( a piece of my choice)
  Any Honorable Mentions will get comments on any 2 piece (one of your choice and another one of my choice.)
ALL PROMPTS WILL HAVE WINNERS If I have enough participates
And also don't forget to link the piece down below with a less than 50 words description about it and the prompt you want to enter. FOR MORE DETAILS YOU CAN CHECK THIS.

Writing Streak Week 2 Day 1

As I glanced outside the window; the streets appear to be deserted. The park where children enjoyed their life playing and running around, is now so still like it is haunted. The nearby school which was never so silent, where kids ran in the aisle and enjoyed long gossips, is now just covered with thick dust. The malls where families spent quality time now seems like there is an invisible push that no one is spotted.
I can witness paradise turning into hell, And our Earth is changing from hell to heaven.
The air is devoid of dust, smoke released after wars(1); It is clear of the unhealthy pace of life. It is free of jealousy, hatred, negative vibes. After all, all what matters is life...

Writing Streak Challenge Week 1

Challenge Completed

Thank you write the World for this prompt. I enjoyed writing daily. I feel I developed a habit of consistent writing. This prompt provided me an opportunity to open up stories of my sister and me.  

Day 1 A very rare creature spotted in my kitchen. https://writetheworld.com/groups/1/shared/154526/version/301857 

 Day 2 Deep remains found https://writetheworld.com/groups/1/shared/154398/version/301640

 Day 3 THE GREAT WARS AT HOME... https://writetheworld.com/groups/1/shared/154750/version/302273

Day 4 Adventure started https://writetheworld.com/groups/1/shared/155054/version/302854
 
Day 5  Wars ended https://writetheworld.com/groups/1/shared/155339/version/303470
 
 

Writing Streak Week 1 Day 5

Wars ended
In this week you saw Samina and Lali fighting over clothes, their adventure in the room while cleaning, exposing each other.
Finally, wars have ended. They both have patched up. They share common ideas as well as interests. Both are a fan of writing, science, Youtube, DIYs. Even both have the same crushes. (Whenever Samina likes automatically Lali like, to make her jealous.) .They love pulling each other's legs.
They can't resist themselves from fighting again and again. Whenever Lali decides not to talk to Samina, she probably ends up talking to her in less than 5 minutes. It won't be wrong to justify their relationship similar to Tom and Jerry. But at the end of the day both love each other beyond words. 

Writing Streak Week 1 Day 4

Adventure started
Samina, 15 years old, was hiding with her gun, under the bed. As Lali(Sameera), 11 years, (Samina's sister)dressed as a hunter entered the forest(Samina's room). As her footsteps approached Sam's(Samina) heartbeat ran. Sam screamed when Lali found her hiding. Nah don't worry, they were playing chupan chupai (hide and seek) with a water gun.
Samina and Lali were going on an adventurous trip to the forest. They had their equipment ready. They entered the forest. As soon as they entered Lali saw a hill which the had to climb. Sam holder and held Lali to climb the hill. After a lot of difficulties, they both climbed the hill. Sam sighed and they took rest on the hill. Picnic mat was spread over the rocky uneven hill, Now they headed further where they found ripened fruits on the tree. They consumed it. The adventure took a serious turn when they heard a lion roaring. Sam trembled and fear...

Writing Streak Week 1 Day 3

THE GREAT WARS AT HOME...
As you are aware that due to quarantine everyone has got time for their hobbies amidst their busy lives. And so my sister realized her potential talent of accusing blame on me for stealing her clothes. As mentioned in day 2, she is an expert at digging into my things. Today she found her clothes in my closet.
Sameera, 11years exclaimed(in fact shouted)."This was my cold shoulder top and how dare you steal it.
She was handcuffed and announces guilty. She was taken to Super Judge my mom.
Samina, 15 years, gave her sentence that borrowing stuff isn't called as stealing.
Before the judge could announce anything. Samina escaped and then began the wars. And my sister's specialty is unfolding my secrets in front of my mom when she is angry. (I know you all might visualize this scene if you have younger siblings.)
The best thing about fights is a guilty...

Writing Streak Week 1 Day 1

A very rare creature spotted in my kitchen

Samina15 years old spotted a very rare creature in the kitchen. Her eyes couldn't believe it. She exclaimed that after days her dad entered the kitchen to exhibit his culinary skills. Well, sources claim that results weren't very appealing. But never the less; Something is better than nothing!
Sister Sameera11 years old, added it is a rare phenomenon similar to the sun rising from the west."I was given the fortunate opportunity to taste. The rest is history."
Mom was astonished and exclaims that this day will be remembered in house history.

Writing Streak Week 1 Day 2

Deep remains found

My mom and sister are a part of the archeological department in my house. I mean that they love to clean and excavate deep remains of my old books, mark sheet, my so-called secret diaries, and all my remains. Recently they were on an adventure on searching for things in my box when they found old remains of some board games that my sister and I used. (Not played because we made our own game out of it. Like chess was played like War.
Sameera, 11years old, little mastermind behind the mission exclaims that it is her favorite job digging deep into my things. This board game signifies her achievement.
Samina, 15years, was astonished and happy that her sister will finally learn to play chess. She was also surprised how her childhood was without smartphones and when she used to spend a lot of time with her family playing board games, musical chairs, and whatnot....

Op-Ed Competition 2020

​THE PERCEPTION OF INDIAN EDUCATION IN PRESENT TIMES


   India is a country where people believe that Goddess Saraswati blesses us with the prosperity of knowledge (https://www.learnreligions.com/saraswati-goddess-of-knowledge-and-arts-1770370). Ancient Indian Vedas mention her dignity in abundance. It prevents us from going astray. As I ponder over the above fact, I recollect that two of my classmates were having a conversation. “Using this guide and reference book you will pass!” The other added to this “Tuition is the best way to score marks.”   What traumatized me was the discussion about marks or grades rather than knowledge. This left a grave influence on my heart and mind.   This is not just my voice but that of millions of other students who study in adversity. Statistics also point out or highlight the plight of the students.

   According to a survey conducted in India, 2/3 rds implying 66% of the students were under academic pressure to score good grades, nearly every day, 6 students go to...

Six-Word Story

Determination

When world slept she woke up. 

YOU in threes

Weird things about me

Three quirks or idiosyncrasies. 1.I bit my nails till it is paining.  2.I like tomato ketchup with dosa. (very weird combination )  3.I am weird.  Three communities to which you belong (these can be unusual). 1.Write the world 2.Isma  Three adjectives your peers would use to describe you. 1.confident  2.clever 3.humorous  Three adjectives your family would use. 1.lame(as told by my sister) 2.hardworking  3. Sensitive  Three adjectives you would use. 1.Fearless 2.Hardworking  3.Sweet Three things about you that very few people know. 1.I am black belt in Karate  2.I am part time DJ.  3.I love to watch movies  Three beliefs you hold. 1. Positivity attracts positive things 2. Hardwork can take you anywhere.  3.Love yourself more than anyone.  Three questions you have. 1.Is everything conditional ।except mothers love unconditionally?  2. Life is so complicated or we make it much more complicated?  3.What is the reason for which I Am born?  Three qualities that make your life singular and/or unusual. 1....

DOES COMPETITION ENHANCE LEARNING PROCESS?#Writersperception

 
      Visualizing a scene outside the school office where parents and small kids are waiting in serpentine ques for admission to kindergarten. “ Give the answers correctly, don’t make any mistake, you have to come first”, are the worlds buzzing around in the air. Oh, God! Poor kids facing so much stress with the start of their lives.
     Competition, competition, and competition. So, in my opinion, Competition doesn’t enhance the learning process. It is simply a taboo that has embedded its roots in our society.
     Competition and learning are like the North and south pole of a magnet, which represents education. Both are a part of education but their nature varies. The competition attracts competitors who learn to compete with others in a rat race. Whereas Learning attracts students who wished to grasp the concepts and understand the subject.
       To achieve the ambitious goals of a competition, students find a resort in question papers, guides, coaching,...

Writing Goals 2020

New Year Goals

  1. Writing - Try to publish one good piece every month and be honest in every writing
  2. Craft- Use Better vocabulary and grammar.
  3. Reviews- Try to review 2 pieces at least in a month.
  4. WRITE THE WORLD COMPETITION - Try to take part in any 4 competitions and take part in individual writers competitions as well
  Other resolutions
  1. I won't bite my nails. (maybe weird but reality. I have to face it. )
  2. Try to smile every day and be happy and spread positivity 
  3. Try to maintain exercise daily.
  4. Read many books.
  5. Try to do one choreography and art piece a month. 
  6. Write more of science fiction 
  7. Do yoga and meditation 
  8. Be honest to myself...(ATLEAST)
  9. LASTLY MY MAIN RESOLUTION IS TO DO MY OTHER RESOLUTIONS. 

HAPPY NEW YEAR 2020

HEY WRITER,
This YEAR 2019 was great. I found write the world a gate to my dreams.
HOPE YOU ALL HAVE A GREAR NEW YEAR AND A NEW DECADE.
MAY ALL YOUR GRIEVANCES COME TO AN END. MAY ALL YOUR DESIRES ARE FULFILLED. HOPE YOU HAVE GOOD HEALTH AND PROSPERITY.
THIS IS MY LAST PIECE IN 2019 AND THIS DECADE!
BEST WISHES,

SAMINA.
 

Merry Christmas

Hey writers, wish you a very happy holiday.It is a great season ful of happiness and good vibes. Hope you accomplish all your desires in 2019 and best wishes for new year. I found Write the World this year,and my journey with Write the world community was fabulous. I made many friends, wishing to ecah and every one.. :-) 

#Q&A by The Great Gabs-by

 
1. What do you love most about your name and what do you dislike most about it
I love its meaning that is expensive. It refers to something rare. And I dislike the fact that in some languages it means FAT.
2. Have you ever asked your parents what your name means to them or why they chose that name for you? (Feel free to share!)
My parents previously chose my name as Ayesha, thank God they changed it Probably it was my Grandfather's idea.
3. If you could describe your favorite hobby (other than writing) in a single color, what would it be?
Firstly, Write is my main hobby. I do dancing, drawing, yoga and so on but it varies with my mood.
4. If you had to listen to one classical piece every time you had breakfast, what would it be?
There is this song ITNI SHAAKTI HAMME DENA NA DATA which is a kind of prayer...

I am BACK

Hey Writers,
Hope you are doing well. I haven't been on the site since a few weeks due to exams and ill health. But now I am back. I will resume with free reviews session and I have a prize for best piece which I have reviewed. I will soon update on that. 
Regards
Samina

Sorry writers!

Hi WTW,
I am very sorry because I have many reviews pending. Due to tests I didn't have time but I will submit as soon as possible.
Yours sincerely Samina 

#justoneq&a To KNOW ME BETTER

what was the weirdest thing you've ever done as a kid?
I put tissue in my nose and finally a doctor had to remove it. 
which bird in the area that you live in do you hate the most?
I dont hate any bird in my area except crow. 
i know what google says, but do you consider turtles to be reptiles?
Yes. Isn't it? 
what is the meaning of life? (courtesy of whoever did the #capitallettersq&a, i can't find them for the life of me.)
Life is a game with a aim. 
what do you think of soulmates? (courtesy of lasl)
I dont actually belive much in it. Maybe others do but I am not one of them.
(for those of you who've been here a bit) how do you think you or your writing has changed since you joined?
Very good question. I learned many formats and new words. I have become self editor and now am independent...

One-Liner

Believe

You came to the world alone, so trust yourself.
best companion of man is man himself.... 

One-Liner

Believe

You came to the world alone, so believe in yourself,BEST companion of man is man himself.