Literary Hues

Living life as a doll was extremely difficult for her, People treated her like a mannequin doll. People trampled all over her and didn't let her express her true feelings, People just kept bashing her up for all her mistakes. She just couldn't breathe anymore, It was as if she was a wooden doll that had no magic left in her anymore. Seeing her live like a doll people were perplexed and used to abuse her, My heart refused to see her live the life of a doll. Dolls are beautiful sometimes, but living like a doll is just so painful... Navya

Two seconds, I had to wait This, never did I hate Each time you say "I'm back!" There's nothing with you, I lack. What we both used to do Together, that's me with you. We're back in each other's arms Your tight embrace surely warms. Time's come to revert Show our love, make overt. Though myself, I do love first Your love surely quenches my thirst. When I am all alone Life isn't as dry as the bone. I know at the end of the day You're always there for me to stay. On our own, we are complete With each other's presence, we don't compete. Instead, we gladly complement To attain our goals, be competent. I'm back to this familiar place Where to God, praises I raise. Thanking Him for every chance You're my angel in my darkest circumstance. Abeera Mirza

Today is what matters! But today has its yesterday and it's tomorrow Yesterday is the story of the years gone by Tomorrow is the story that is a secret Which God hides. Today is what you live So let's bring in yesterday And pray for the future As we begin. I looked back but they said It's not what you can change I kept thinking and planning What will I be doing for myself today? I saw myself a little far From what I was yesterday Yet I felt I was not  too close To  the dreams I did have and did create. I wanted to hold on to what had been I wanted to move ahead of time It was too late before I could realise I just kept holding on Never ever lived a moment of my life. Mansi Chaturvedi

The body lay hanging upon the barbed wires like a wet blanket left out to dry in the sun. Blood had seeped out of the body through the bullet holes and dripped on the brown soil underneath, forming a brownish puddle that spread across both sides of the barbed wire fence that formed the border between the two countries. The guards patrolling the border had been well trained not to show or betray any sort of emotions. Maybe, too well trained; maybe they had exorcised all sorts of emotions from their psyche to be able to do what they had to do. Maybe, any or all remnants of humanity within them had vanished, transforming them into robots without feelings. Otherwise, how could they watch the body decaying in front of them, silently, doing nothing. The body belonged to a girl who had been on this earth for a mere 15 years. She was the third daughter of a brood of seven siblings, born to parents who could ill afford to bring up even a single child; a girl whose parents, unable to feed or p...

I am in a fix, chasing the perfection, To fix myself through meditation. Does it help me? Maybe! Does it cure my disease? Maybe! Yet I'm not seconded with the idea, Of alluring charm of sitting at one place, Waging a war against my own thoughtless embrace. Meditation a quick fix, For the calm and composed self, But for the distorted one, it can't help. And I'm that one, helpless entity, Seeking peace and harmony in the cyclonic periphery. I seek a purpose as my meditative path, Where mind-body and soul rhyme— Uniting with an oath. A journey of progress towards consciousness, In the joy of living a meaningful life with soulfulness.  Kanchan Butola

In the mute hours, when the world is still, A dream takes place against the will. A soul in pain, yet full of care, Whispers soft, a silent prayer, "Let me not, in my final days, Become the burden that love betrays." They watch the faces, weary and worn, Of those who’ve loved them since they were born. The hands that hold, the eyes that weep, The heavy hopes that cut so deep. And in their heart, a wish takes flight, To leave this world without a fight. Not for themselves, but those they love, They dream of peace, like skies above. A passing soft, like morning dew, No burden left for them to view. “If I could go, like whispered air, And leave behind the love we share, I’d take the pain, the weight and the tears, And spare my family all their fears.” Each moment feels both sharp and slow, But in their heart, they only know They wish to free the ones they hold, From watching me struggle the hope grows cold. “I want their smiles, not just their grief, To give them some quiet reli...