Too Loud Inside

Tell me, in which language, should I express my love, for it to sound convincing enough, and not recieve just a nod in response, how long is one supposed to wait, should I pray, night & day, in which language, tell me, Listen, I guess, few faults our stars have got And suffers your heart, I can see Owing to my apathy Helpless I am Truly, Clueless I am But sympathize, I can only For my heart, too, suffers already till now, tears & scars as souvenirs it's got.. Poor thing.. ********** zamana lag jayega aapko ye samajhne me ki ijazat ho aapki toh zamane guzaar sakte hai hum aapki nigahon me Kambakht zamane ne Kiya hai, Iss kadar zulm, Ki ab Nigaho par bhi Bharosa na Raha... Warna Iss dil-e-naachij ki Kya majaal, Jo aapki inayat Ko Najarandaz Karen.. Chalo, de bhi di agar Ijaazat Maine, To kya ye waada Nibha paoge? Ya fir, Zamane ke saath milkar, Ikk aur takalluf de jaoge? **********

Her laugh was gleeful, Spirit alacritous, And her dreams were grander than The most garish sun.. She was the soul of her family, crown jewel for her father, Received from the Lord in alms, In her tiny little world, She was no lesser than, A princess of the seven realms. Until.. Those lustful fiends, Set their eyes upon her, Slaves, Of their demonic bodily thirst, Grabbed her, As she was shrieking,  To be free from their clutches, Pleading, begging, But they were too crazed, By their odious desire, Her loin was intruded, And body scarred, Her sanctity polluted, Her eyes went dry In those unfateful moments, She died a million deaths, Her world darkened forever, Her dreams were expunged, Her smile was lost, For never to be found.. The Satan was so ashamed, For the moral destitution Of those fiends, and their heinous deed, He prepared the Gallows, To hang himself to death, In exchange of her, Lost innocence,...

Word limit: 1700. One lazy evening I was glued down to my sofa, owing to ennui induced out of nowhere, scrolling endlessly through my news feed, switching back and forth through various 'social' media apps and saw this then I realized that I have been taking memes absolutely for granted till now and took up this unusual yet enjoyable task to write something about them. I bet that you would not need an introduction to this guy, or this great lady,( Yeah, she is great because she voiced her opinion fearlessly ) And I bet, you must have come across this dude  numerous times already.   Strange thing, we are absolutely clueless about who these people really are and yet we are quite familiar with them at the same time. Thanks to what some people call ‘ maymay'’ and others ‘ meem ’, even though this phonetic schism has left us divided, we all enjoy the effect produced by them quite unequivocally. Memes, who doesn't enjoy them? Scrolling down through ...

Word limit: 1000 words. Source:https://poweofmind.blogspot.com After reading this quote couple of times repeatedly, a moment of epiphany struck me when I could finally grasp its obfuscated essence. Well, I had to do an online research about technicalities of mind and its underlying components before I could scribble anything down as an 'essay' and present it for critical scrutiny. Our mind is the thing which is taken for granted from almost every human being ever existed. Even I had never thought about it till now, that our mind is, supposedly, assortment of cognitive faculties such as perception, consciousness, memory, imagination, judgment and language ( probably the best invention of human mind) and 'logic' is nothing but 'reasoning conducted or assessed according to strict principles of validity '. These definitions made the task of essay-writing more challenging than I had expected.  It is very peculiar of the author of this quote to be ind...

Source: toistudent.timesofindia.indiatimes.com  Those  laughs and giggles, we cherished, fears of failure, we had to overcome, in those moments of bewilderment, we had each others back, yet, I failed to realise, that so frail were the, promises we made, to stay friends 'forever' , and eventually, we would part our ways, and conversations would get rarer.... Now , all of it seems like, a naive dream, all that's left inside me, are now silent screams, never could have imagined, the journey would come, to such a unspoken conclusion, the time would demystify, our pretty little delusion.... I guess ,  this is how 'the life' works , I can finally see now, evilness in the Time's smirk, so naive was I, thinking this could be fixed, the gap could be bridged, the walls would have windows, and affection would be freely endowed... Little ...

Girl with a Yellow Umbrella by Daniel Xiao Why do I care so much About that mysterious stranger? Dying to get a glimpse of her, To see that fabulous smile, To listen to that melodious voice, And my heart's wish, To Never to let her go.. Am I going crazy? Or is it just my heart? Who runs like a child Towards a cotton candy; Or dances like a peacock, in the first rain; Or flowing like a river, Into the vast ocean of, Bewilderment.. The pain It feels, Is more real than, It's very own existence Dying to greet, Its mysterious stranger... - The.Lazy.Philosopher