👧 WITHOUT EVER TELLING HIM THIS..!!👦

She👧 walked out,after the class

Her eyes wandered from under the glass

There he👦 was,next to his friend,

With a smile,ready to lend.

Her heart froze, and her thoughts spread

She 👧let her thrill ,through the book she👧 held.

Oh Dear!!How she👧 wished to be his..

Without ever ,telling him this.

There she👧 walked,with her eyes down,

Only to look up,when he👦 calls down

She👧 wasn't shy,nor was she👧 weak

But with him around,She👧 was all sleek

She👧 knew in her heart,

That could change her day to an art

Bingo!!He👦 calls and smiles

The smile that would light her styles!

If a smile meant something,

Then that something was her everything....

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                                                   When my mind..⌛

     

 It was monday morning 😐. I was in my classroom👓👓. I jotted down the lecture notes✎. I 

heard some,wrote very little and missed most of what my teacher said 👀. My friend tickled 

me.I giggled,crazy girl she is 😂. I turned back to the last blank white page of my notebook.I 

jotted down once again✎,this time what my mind said 😈. I heard it all,wrote more than that 

and missed almost nothing.😊

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I let them flow

 

I let them flow!!

Because,I let them flow.

One fine morning,I woke up feeling a magical mosaic of images,memories and dreams.I was tempted to think of it and I let it flow. Every time I set it aside,it kept coming back. Somehow I knew ,a decision was about to be made.

Let me put this clear.To be frank,I am addicted to stories.I think we all are.When our bodies go to sleep,our minds stay up all night,telling stories.

And let me imagine-these stories get stuck in your tongue when you sleep,so that when you open your mouth to yawn awake,they fly right out of you.

And there I was..trying to recall the stories my mind told me.I chased them,all in vain..

But I know,I am going to catch them..One day or the other..Because I let them flow...!!

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LILY

  LILY

In a pleasant morning,the Sun shining

I woke up very fresh

To the garden,I rush!

There she was,waiting for me..

Dancing in the wind and smiling at me

Like a fairy,a color of trust

Little Lily flower,all wet

She is neither a friend nor a foe

But her beauty made me furry though!

She chuckled,and her fragrance spread

She was shy,and bowed her head

Then I saw a sizzling bee

For whom she set her life free

That eve was calm and plain

I rushed to see her once again

There I found her laying still

Down in the mud,all chill

Nature mourned her death 

Turning black and dull

Little fairy bidding away

'She lived her life' anyway!!
                                                               
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cOloRs

                                             

 I see colors around,
Wherever I go,I see colors around.
I see things painted and people colored
But don't know why,I feel things odd and people eccentric.

Is it that I am strange or does this mean I have fallen apart?
Don't know why,everything seems upside down....
Or perhaps I am a little weird,I don't see them in their colors..I see them in my own.
When they say 'red' to be 'love',I see it in danger
When they see 'black' for power,I say it shows 'fear'
 Don't know why,I feel things odd and people eccentric.

I wonder,if I am the only one so.
I desire,not to see them in my colors,I wish to think it different
But it appears all the same.
My thoughts vary,my mind wanders....
But they all prove to be the same
Don't know why,I feel things odd and people eccentric.

May be I'm right
The world,so colorful outside,is drab and prosy inside
Or it's just an illusion....
But for me,nothing seems right....
Or perhaps my vision is stained...
I'll wait until it's clear
Even now,
Don't know why,I feel things odd and people eccentric.
I don't see them in their colors,I see them in my own....


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