Raya's World of Adventure!

How I wish I could see the world today!
As it was, last year, a different day,
I thought of the fun, the joy and laughter,
And also the fear of starting a new chapter.

The summer vacation was a different set
Not like this one, at all, I can bet.
They were more memorable than these
They went away like the swift flowing breeze.

The winter, though cold and chilly,
Went away in fun and dilly-dally
And now, I suppose they would be boring
As the vacations are ever growing.

I wonder how lovely it would be
When once again, my friends, I would get to see!
I am still waiting here for that day.
And I end my poem here today .
                                                   -Raya

As the weeks and months pass before me, like a swift, endless  river, I go back to those gllomy summer mornings of June last year, or the bone chilling winter ones. Life was so normal then, filled with the worry of not having done the homework and the joy of getting to distribute some copies among the classmates. Life was not filled with the fraustation of staying locked at home, having not a thing to do to pass time.
I go back to the joy of hearing the bell to the tiffin break ring, and the excitement of seeing black clouds gather in the sky from the classroom. Well, I am becoming nostalgic now. Some might say that they do not miss going to school and meeting the friends, but, deep down in their heart, they do.
I recall the last day of my final examinations, the last day of school, before the lockdown. After giving away my geography papars, little did I know that I would not come back there, come back to that boring and stupid school. We used to curse our school a lot, especially when we used to hear that there would be an assembly taking place. Even now, after three long months without school, I do.
I recall the cloudy days of the summer, when my heart used to pound with excitement, on seeing dark clouds gathering in the horizon.

Well, this writing might be getting a bit too exaggerating, but no one can say they don’t miss school! If you don’t…no matter, at least I do.

I was standing behind the thin mob of mourners, or visitors, I should say. All I could see or gather from that point of the earth, was that I wasn’t so loved as I thought I had been. Nobody had shed a tear, nobody was sad. My mum and dad weren’t there beside my lifeless body, as they themselves weren’t present on the earth. I was, for the first time, alone.

I was watching from behind the people I knew, some were talking, some even smirking, some, a bit sad. The visitors stood around a large clear space of earth, where my own lifeless form slept, slept peacefully, without any worry. Beside my open coffin, a man was giving a speech, words I could not hear. He went on, continously, without showing signs of finishing it. But, for me, these words were worthless, as I knew that in reality, no one was actually paying attention to them either.

Yes, you are right, I am, standing, behind the crowd, in my own funeral, watching if people really cared about me, or loved me. I, however, by then, knew that these people did not care if I lived or died, and so, I began walking backwords, silently, with a blank expression.

No, I wasn’t heartbroken, I wasn’t sad. I wasn’t, because I did not have expections, a free soul does not. The sun was now in the golden western sky, it’s rays showering the sky with golden light. The clouds were looking like fluffy pink specks in the sky. I walked backwards, not knowing what to feel, what to do. A soul, as I told earlier, does not feel, does not have emotions. I am a soul now, an emotion-less form. I am one of those thousands of souls roaming around right now, this moment, like the clouds in the golden sky.

I turned around completely, cutting myself from that scene, away from my funeral, my body, forever. I started walking, this time, my heart filled with sadness, as I tried to ignore them. I realised, that after all, some souls do feel. Some do feel pain and sadness, some like me.

I walked forwards, walking away from the bitter truth, the truth of not being cared, not being loved. I walked away, away from the western sky, away from the impartial sun, who showers everyone, loves everyone, cares for every living being.

This was my last day on earth, I was not going to come back, never!

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Written by Amrita Sar

The millions of stars in the sky,

Grow a shade darker each night,

Each star, as the days go by,

Forgets to shower us their light.

I dream of a place without hate,

Like the stars in the dark cloudy night

Who give us their light, without being late,

Where people would follow what is right.

I dream of a place full of magic,

Where the stars would make our hearts glow

And remove all the hate, the tragic,

And the winds of love would blow.

I’d love to be in such a place

Where the rains would cleanse us every night,

And remove every evil’s trace,

Making our hearts so bright!

I wish I could be in such a land,

Where the people would help each other grow,

And follow the path of love, hand in hand

Removing all the sorrow.

~Amrita Sar

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I was staring dumbly at the thick bundle of papers before me, my own answer sheets. There was a lot of time left for the final bell to ring, and all I could do was to sit and stare. The girl in front of me, was writing still. I wondered what she was , but everyone was writing. Did I miss any question?

The teacher was looking at me for a long time, probably thinking whether I could write anything in the answer sheets or not. I had of course, I had studied the night before. I could not answer only two of them, they were completely new, I wondered from where my teacher had taken that question from.

Five minutes passed, I started feeling very sleepy, like my eyes could not stay open! I kept my answer sheets inside the desk and put my head down. The girl in front of me was still writing! I heaved a sigh and went to sleep.

I was awakened by my teacher, calling out for my papers. I rubbed my eyes sleepily and perhaps, dumbly. She shouted again, when I came back to my senses and grabbed my answer sheet and ran to submit it. It was then I noticed the third section at the end of the question paper, which, apparentluupy, I had overlooked! I had nothing to do, except for submitting it. I was angry at my own self, my stupid eyes!! What an idiot I was!