MY QUARANTINE LIFE IN 2020 was full of ups and downs,
assents and frowns.
I spent most of the time,
enjoying tea with my small green friends,
on the roof of my little house,
and looking up at the sky, at the stars gleam,
to live normally was my only dream.
Schools were closed,
shops were shut,
streets were empty,
sudden stillness overparded the life.
It was like, we are acting in theaters like the people living in war torn country,
people leaving cities,
police siegeing streets,
many came and many left this theatre.
I remeber those noisy ambulance rally,
and those disconsolate cries in my little valley.
2020 was a year, unforgettable,
I learnt many new things,
I discovered about my real ones,
The pain was unbearable but
I understood the difference between...
the false love of some friends and true love of dear ones.
I started writing at this time,
and discovered my own fashion,
I discovered my passion,
I discovered my forte during this time.

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Writing became my love when,
I saw words slaying
as if they are the swords of the knight.
When I felt relieved as I scribbled tales unknown,
as if I revealed everything on mother's lap.
When I saw,
people cannot listen, but can read.
for them writings are like spoon-feed
And at the best, writing can inspirit
and at the worst it can encourage to death.

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As the night becomes darker,
moon hides behind slumber of shadows in the sky,
these men turns into dreaded wolves,
haunts with fire in their eyes
and the whole forest thunders,
as these heartless wolves howls,
in hunger of blood and revenge...
And humanity drowns down in the ocean with unimaginable depth.

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THIS LIFE IS A BLEND OF FAITH, BLESSINGS AND WARS...

FAITH IN SOMETHING MAKES YOU DETERMINED...

BLESSINGS OF SOMEONE MAKES YOU LIVE LONG...

AND WAR MAKES MAKES YOU STAY STRONG...

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On the doomsday,
when Supreme will give judgement,
sun will be as black as lava stone,
and red will be the moon,
as deads will rise from those unheard and ignored catacomb.
Their chains will be shattered,
and they will be freed,
everyone will get justice in the shadow of that bleeding red moon,
Lord will not free the demons with evil deed,
and will send angels for the people of good deed,
to help them in there need.
As red moon will bleed,
and the black sun will burst in anger and pain,
because of the burden of the dirty human stain.

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She was an IAS officer,
not because of her own but her father's will,
she always wanted to quill.
She was a born writer,
she quit her job,
followed her own path,
she was very determined,
and she even faced her father's deadly wrath.
She wrote her own book with passion,
she showed the world her own fashion,
everyone fell in love with this new writer,
and she became the best selling author.

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Words are just like sugar and spice,
saying too much or too little words can spoil the relationships.
In the same way, if the sugar or spices are high or low, it spoils the taste of food.
Your words can be as sweet as the sugar, or as sharp and hot as the spice. One must always check the words before uttering them, just like we check the sugar and spice before serving the food.

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First experience with a little sister

When I was just five,
I holded her for the first time,
and the very moment I knew,
that I got the sweetest gift of my life,
yes, she was the new bee to our beehive.
I saw her cherishing face,
and my lips widen to smile as I rejuvenate,
like the Mountains smile when they see the morning's first sunray.
Her small eyes were as beautiful as the sparkling dew drops,
full of love and innocence.
She grew up and found her childish happiness in those small lollipops,
she used to cry childishly in those barbershops,
she was always hungry,
and tried to eat every single thing.
And whenever we crushed her enthusiasm to taste every new thing,
she used to get very angry,
her small tiny red angry face pops out,
as if, it's a balloon that's gonna burst out.
But, Now she is grown up,
maturity overparded her innocence,
and now cleverness is her essence.
There's no more anger,
and earn bread to satisfy her hunger.
Time has changed her,
and I behold her journey,
as my first experience of observing a child Mature.
The journey from an unconscious doll in my lap to an immaculate lady....

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Remembering the Alma Matar

I remember, on the first day,
I woke up early and was unwilling to go to school,
on my way, I was crawling and crying like a fool.
I entered in the boundaries of high-rise,
with tears in my eyes.
Teachers welcomed me in the class,
and I made so many friends and foe,
days passed by and my circle increased.
The fears of surprise tests and results,
That still haunts me,
calling other students with names of their bestie.
laughing, talking, laughing, joking with friends was our usual routine.
We did bunk the classes,
We did break the glasses.
Everyone, used to wait for the prizes,
in those Annual functions with full of surprises.
Those were the best moments I have lived.
I remeber those days,
when we go to the ground and our lungs used to vane,
those good times dissappeared,
as if they are tears in rain.

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Dear December,
This whole 2020 was full of ups and downs,
assents and frowns....
we all look upto you as a present from god,
As a reward for all the sufferings we had
Because all's well when ends well !!
And now you are here,we all are so glad...

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