A Dilemma Called Life

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

Living Life As A doll

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

Borders and Humans

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...

World Meditation Day

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

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