Monday, 28 August 2023

YOU KILLED ME

                                you killed me

 

You didnot kill me with a jab 
        But with your words .
You make my day gloomy 
         With your furious face 
You make me feel envy
           By choosing someone as your friend
You played wit my emotions
          And , make my eyes cry
You pushed me away from you
         And pulled someone near you
You are  a peculiar character in my life
        You are my night mares
You dont deserve my love
            You didnot kill me with a jab 
But with your words . 

                                                                            BY

                                                                             Kavin Andril 

Thursday, 8 December 2022


                《《NIGHTMARES 》》


Every lonely night, 
My demons start to fight.
From the deepest corners of my head
To the darkest inches of my bed.
Since the lovely days are gone
Only some nightmares have been born.
Fighting to them each and every day.
But already fallen like a prey,
Haunting and ripping my soul off.
None knows when they will stop.
So long hope made me stay alive.
Because there's no other way to survive .
          

                                                     Neha~


Tuesday, 11 October 2022

AGONY

 Agony 

Every single thing in my head,

Looping over and over at my bed.

Could the clock break ,

And ever give me a break ?


Broken hearts ,

Vague paths,

Yet couldn’t say goodbye ,

Could someone tell me why ?


If I could turn back time ,

Everything will be mine,

Just as the gold rush,

Which is now just a cold touch ,

At my heart 

Which I let it rot ..


I didn’t give a flinch ,

Which made me to winch,

Which wasn’t a cinch ..


Now am better in my own ,

Which is way better than anything I could ever  own !


                                                                       -B.Nikitha 

Tuesday, 16 August 2022

Who are you?



you make my day bright with sunlight 

                                make my night enormous with moon

you make my life colorful with rainbow

                            make my days cool in winter season

you make me feel happy with fresh air

                    make me angry with disasters

             you make the  trees blunt during autumn season 

                                make the trees blossom during rainy  

you are the art of god.


                                        by 

                                                kavin Andril

Saturday, 6 August 2022

 


Lullaby of the Fallen

 

Even though I’m fallen,

The sky is my home.

Even though I’m Handicapped,

I will reach my home.

Even though my cage is lucent,

With all shining gold,

Even though my vision is translucent,

And the dark sky is cold,

My heart belongs to home.

In the night’s embrace, the whole world asleep,

But my soul lies anxious wide awake,

For my desire to reach the sky awaits,

As my heartaches for my Home.

The sky is my Home.

 

-          JERIL.P

Friday, 5 August 2022

The Good In The Bad Choice

Did you hear that?
I heard the melodious music in the noise.
Did you hear that?
I heard the tricky truth in the lie.
Did you feel that?
I felt a glimpse of goodness in the evil.
Did you feel that?
I felt a touch of kindness in the cruel.
It was the night with the gradient of purple pink sky 
When I realized the good in the bad choice.

Sunday, 31 July 2022

The nature's art

Which is nature’s best art work? 

HINT?

It is always beautifully bewildering 

Wanna know the answer? 

Just look up! 

   


Hey cirrus clouds! 

Could you take me on a round?


You look puffy 

Do you mind me calling you fluffy? 


Cute and chubby as cotton candy 

I wonder if you can ever shower candy


You reflect the sky's imagination 

Giving us the fascination! 

And Mind-boggling gift of peace! 

So you are basically the masterpiece!

 

So the next time as you pass by,

Don't forget to

Let down the rainbow of slide 

So that I could just take on a ride!


                                                       -B.Nikitha

Friday, 29 July 2022

MY HANDS ON YOUR AND HANDS

✎ 


          

when you hold my hands

      I'm losing myself in you

When you talk to me

      I have been to a different world

when you are near me

       I feel very secured

When you're not with me

       I am so mournfulness

When you say my name

      I am born again

My hands are in yours

                                        by 

                            Kavin Andril

 

Tuesday, 26 July 2022

DO YOU REMEMBER ME?


 


We spent lots of time with each other 

We learnt together

We talked a lot

We had our lunch together

But one day ,

You left me and went somewhere

I think about you all the time.

You are not with me , but still

I can't stop thinking of you .

I feel like you are with me .

I wait for you

I'm counting the days and minutes.

After a long time you have come back to me.

I am so delightful and blissful but,

Do you still remember me?

                                                      by 

                                                     Kavin Andril

Saturday, 23 July 2022

Flow of Thoughts

        The Flow of Thoughts

 

 I don't belong to this world.

      I  don't belong  to thee.  

    Everything is falling apart.

     And it's killing me.

                   I don't want to wake up tomorrow.

                     And lost in the eternal sleep.

                        Give me little peace today,

            Because these wounds are very deep.

                      Love me little more today.   

               Hold me more tighter tomorrow.

                  Because i will drown very soon,

                     In the living lake of sorrow.

                                                                                                                           ~NEHA

Thursday, 14 January 2021

Nostalgia



I miss the evening rains,

the joy that erupts as the 3 PM Bell rings.

I miss those days when I used to travel by trains.

I feel nostalgic, as if it's something hard to believe.


I miss those days when we return home soaking wet,

The happy classes and the fun we have after.

The happy shouts that we hear as the rain hits the ground

is something to happily feel nostalgic for.


I miss those funny moments,

when the teacher tries to hush the class,

as soon as she says,

'Who's going to read the next paragraph?'


I feel so sad,

that it makes me cry while writing this,

but this too shall pass,

for nothing in here is permanent.


-Sindhu sree

Tuesday, 12 January 2021

Detective Laura belle : The clueless criminal part 2

Part 2

“Hey! We would like to meet the newly hired policeman,” asked Mandy to the inspector. “Sure, please give me some time. He is a little busy now,” said the inspector and then asked the detective to see him. “Hey, I’m Laura Belle and this is my friend Mandy Brown and we both are detectives. So, Mr. Phillipe told me to seek help from you for his mother’s death and also….” Laura paused when Collin interrupted her. 

“No more talks. Now get to work. I need the forensic reports ASAP and also the doctor reports. Make sure you ask every single person who were connected to Mr. Phillipe’s mother. Go!” shouted Collin in a very high-pitched voice. “Oh my god, he is so rude. I have never seen a strict-police like him,” Mandy said with a sigh. “Never mind Mandy, we will soon show him our girl power,” said Laura in a cheerful manner.

***

“According to the reports, the victim was in a good condition but someone has tried to stop her breath,” said the doctor in a sad manner.

 

Soon they collected the reports from the doctor and went to the crime scene. Laura and Mandy saw the few important evidence. The killer must be a handicap as the foot prints on the dirty floor clearly identified that the killer’s right foot is broken. The killer must be very familiar to the victim.

 

“There are 2 females in Mr. Phillips’s house. This is Helen Andrews, age 10, only daughter of Mr. Phillipe. And this is Kathrine Andrews, age 37, wife of Mr. Phillipe. These are their maids. And that is all we have here ma’am,” said Mr. Phillipe’s assistant. “Okay thanks to you, have a good day,” said Laura with a sigh. And then they questioned everyone in the house. “Mrs. Andrews, I want to ask you something. The thing is how are you related to your MIL? (mother-in-law)” asked Mandy in a suspicious tone. “Me? Yeah, I am literally like her daughter. And.…” she started to think and paused her dialogue when Laura interrupted. “Get to the point, ma’am. When did you see your MIL for the last time? What did she look like?” Laura started to raise her voice. “Well, the last time I saw her was when I went to give her medicine. That is all,” Mr. Andrews started to stammer. “Okay ma’am, we will call you whenever we have time. You may leave now,” said Mandy.

 

After a week, Laura and Mandy had an evidence. According to the reports, the killer who killed Mr. Phillipe’s mother was Mrs. Andrews. “Hey Laura, I just got a new evidence, just have a look at it. I have found a gold-specs in Mr. Phillipe’s bedroom. We have to give it for checking,” Mandy said in happiness. The truth was, it was not Mrs. Andrew’s gold specs. It was her MIL’s.

***

“If you confess, you will be in jail just for 15 year. And if you don’t, you will be there for 30 years,” Laura said in a soft manner. “What?! How can I kill my mother-in-law? It’s unbelievable, just let me out. I have to go.” Mrs. Andrews started to stammer. “You’re surprised, huh? I had a very close eye on you, ma’am. When we were checking your house, I found this artificial leg outside your house, in the garbage. I always seen you wearing heels which has a raise on the right side than the left. So, it would be easy for you to walk. And the confusing part is, who wears heels for walking in the house? It’s funny, really funny. And now, you have to confess. It clearly shows that you are the murderer and you will suffer in jail for 30 years and also for an extra 5 years to learn how to control yourself.” Mandy could not control herself and all of a sudden took her gun and tried to shoot Mrs. Andrews.

 

Laura tried to stop her and then Mrs. Andrews finally confessed. “I killed her because, she had troubled me a lot. She always used to compare me with others. I’m a drawing artist. But I retired just for her to take care of her. But she always irritated me. On one day, I could not control myself. I was literally in a depression. So, when she was sleeping, I took a pillow and you know what happened next. I am the one who killed my mother-in-law.”

 

Soon, they called Collin to tell the reason. Then, he took out his handcuffs and she was sent to the jail. Mr. Phillipe was heartbroken when he heard this from Laura and Mandy. Mrs. Andrews will suffer in jail for 40 years for murdering a senior citizen. Soon Laura and Mandy became deputies in the States. They were known as the youngest detectives in the U.S.A and soon they will solve another case with another great mystery.

 

     

                  The End

-        Anjana Ganesh

     

 

 

 

Saturday, 2 January 2021

Detective Laura bell

 

 

 

Detective Laura Belle: The clueless criminal

Part 1

Characters:

Laura Belle: The detective.

Mandy Brown: An assistant detective for Laura Belle.

Mr. Phillipe Andrews: The lawyer and also the son the victim.

Mrs. Andrews: Also known as Kathrine Andrews, the wife of Mr. Phillipe.

Collin Hills: Newly hired policeman for the crime department.

 

 

 


 

The moment Mr. Adam Reynold was fired from the crime department in Washington, a well-mannered police officer was hired. His name was Collin Hills. He was youthful in age and a very dedicated policeman.

Now talking about our detective: She has become a young detective in the city and has appeared in newspapers, reality shows, and was an outstanding student in her college. This made her very proud. Now about our assistant detective: She has also appeared in the newspapers and was also an outstanding student in her college.

 

“Sir, a 30-year-old lady wants to talk to you about something, can I ask her to come?” The security asked. “No, first ask the cop to collect the details from her and make sure he asks everything. Do not let anyone come in as I will be a little busy talking to a lawyer. And also, I want a cappuccino ASAP,” Collin said and in a gentle way.

***

“So, Laura, how are you prepared for the exam? I’m so tensed and I am also really scared,” Mandy said with a sigh. “Don’t be scared we will do our best. And I’m also a little scared. Okay see you tomorrow,” said Laura in a positive way and left her college.

Days passed and the big day had come. Yes, it was their criminology exams. “All the best, my young detectives. I bet you will ace it! Do your very best. May the Lord be with you,” said Mr. Phillipe Andrews. “Thank you, sir. Your wishes mean a lot to us,” said Laura and Mandy in a thankful manner. They entered the examination hall and started writing. After a week, their result had arrived. They had passed their examination. Everyone was so happy for them.

***

 30.09.2020 was Laura’s and Mandy’s farewell party. “Those years were so fast and we cannot believe it ourselves that you students have crossed the big task. We all bless you for a great life ahead,” said the principal of the college. “Oh my god, Laura, our dreams have come true. My life has become awesome! It feels like 7th heaven,” said Mandy in tears. “Don’t just be emotional, honey. We have aced our exam just like how Mr. Phillipe said. But wait a minute. Where is he?” Laura stood perplexed. “Yes, where is he? He is supposed be here. He is the chief guest. What happened?” Mandy felt disturbed. All of a sudden, the principal ordered everyone to go home. Everyone agreed and left without another word, but Laura and Mandy just waited for everyone to leave.

“What is the issue? What happened, ma’am?” they both asked in a curious way. “Well, Mr. Andrew’s mother j…. just died b…. because of….” the college principal was in tears and stammered. “What happened to his mother?” they both asked without compromising. “Okay, she died because of her lung cancer.” The principal lost her patience and started crying aloud. “Wait what?!” Both of them popped out their eyes in suprasegment.  “No, no, no, no. please don’t cry, ma’am. Here, drink some water and get up. Let’s get inside the staff room,” Laura said in a genuine way. Mandy left for Mr. Phillipe’s house.

“Mrs. Andrews, are you okay? Where is Mr. Phillipe? How is he doing now?” Mandy asked anxiously. “Mandy, I’m okay. Phillipe is in the right side of the dining room,” said Mrs. Andrews in a sad manner. She is Mr. Phillipe’s wife. “Okay ma’am, stay right here. Don’t panic as I’m here. Take care of your kid,” said Mandy and dropped her keys at the moment she saw Mr. Phillipe. He was crying in an eccentric way. Throwing the things which were coming to his hands.

 

Mandy tried stopping Mr. Phillipe but in desperation, he could not control himself. “Mandy, move! Or I’ll hurt you by mistake. She is so young to die. Is 67, an age to die? Without her, I am a loser. She was also a person who made me to complete the past 90 cases in success. What am I going to do without her!?” Mr. Phillipe cried aloud and literally tried to bang himself against the wall. Mandy tried her best to stop him from crying. The moment Mr. Phillipe stopped crying, he slept beside his mother. Mandy left home.

***

The next day, Laura called Mandy. “Hey, so, what happened? Is he doing good?” asked Laura in grief.

 

“Well, I think he is doing good. But I pity him. People are saying that his mother died because of lung cancer but I’m not sure of it. She did not die on her own. Someone has tried to kill her,” said Mandy in a spooky tone. “Wait what?! Mandy, can’t you ever be serious? This is not the time to joke. So, okay. Can we see him now? What do you say?” Laura did not believe Mandy. “You wait and see. Even the doctors will say this to you. So come on, let’s go,” said Mandy stubbornly and they were off to Mr. Phillipe’s house. Mr. Phillipe’s eyes were red and was swollen.

 

“I’m sorry for your loss, sir. We did not expect this for her. The truth is, she did not die on her own. Someone had tried to arrest her breath. Someone has tried to kill your mother,” the doctor declared.

 

The moment Laura heard this; she literally opened her mouth. But for Mr. Phillipe, it was so hard for him to digest. Then he walked back to Laura and Mandy and said, “thanks for coming, detectives. Please do me a favor. Find that person who killed my mother. I have appointed a policeman for this case. He will help you both. Now go to work or else I will throw this on your head.” Suddenly he started shouting and began to throw everything. The beautiful house was then filled with broken pieces of glass, wood, torn cotton pillows and dresses. Scared Mandy and Laura ran out of his house. “See, I told you. Someone has killed her,” said Mandy like she had won a lucky draw.

 

“Fine you win. Now let’s start our investigation. At first, we will go to the crime department to see our new policeman,” said Laura in a cheerful way. They were off to the crime department.

 

To be continued…

***

-         Anjana Ganesh

 

Thursday, 31 December 2020

EPIPHANY


✨EPIPHANY✨




Life is a karma,

A fragile one

That a single deed could change everything that we took for granted.  

 

From tantrum to silence

A brief journey to prove an individual.

Our actions define us.

Our actions withhold us in history

As an everlasting memory!

Cheers to the ones who are with us. 

Toast to the ones whom we lost on our way and 

Always Hail high to the marvellous you.

 

 

Life is too good to be true on what we choose to remember.

Be the moon and inspire people even when you are far from full.

So, live your life and leave with no regrets

 

If 

All goes wrong,

Just hold ondarling.

As the sun goes down,

It has to come back up.

At the end of the day,

What matters is 

That you gave up or kept going?

 

 

I hear the ocean far away

Through rocky terrains and gloomy woods

Across my dreams 

Which I’m yet to cross.

 

A new hope,

A new life,

An epiphany!




 

Happy New year – 2021 

-B.Nikitha

 

 

Monday, 7 December 2020

A Nomad In The Drabbles Of Love

 Lingering here and there, lost in the deep, bittersweet woods of past,

Once an idyllic garden, adorned with bright orange and violet blossoms, 

With each of its petal, reminiscing our treasured memories,

The balmy, breeze whispering your name in my ears,

The skies radiated a crimson and turquoise hue ,

Embellished with strips of gold ,

Embraced and wrapped me firmly,

Reflecting your ways,

The puffy,white clouds embossed your image in her,

As each raindrop kissed my skin, my heart frantically searched for you,

The spillways babbled our tales of love.


Slowly the moisture seeped into, trying to find the missing part of you in me,

Gradually I regained my consciousness, 

Hard hit by the reality,

All of a sudden, everything eluded,

Our picturesque landscape,

Transformed now into a dreadful abyss,

A scent of nostalgia surrounded me,

Gust of winds howled our old talks, as it rattled along the labyrinths of our love,

The black-tinted, ragged clouds waiting to pour down a millions of WHY,

Acid drops charred my skin with scalds of HOW,

Ugly scabs and scars became my bling,

Red-violet blisters scorched my wounded flesh,

Deep from my veins, pangs of lonliness devoured me,

Into a deafening silence,

My subconscious voiced out for help,

Streaks of lightning flashed your face,

Thunder strode along furiously, 

Shattering my soul into chunks,

Inflicting the slightest hopes,

As the sun slowly bid adieu, my spirits raged in search of light,

Drenched in emotional turbulence, 

Yearning for you to rescue me.


Nothing but your magical touch could alleviate my aching soul,

Your cheeky voice can cure the numbness prevailing in me,

My love! Come back to me,

Even if we're gone astray for a millennium,

My love for you would still reign the horizons,

My dear! Break the barriers,

You and me are are meant to be one,

Beyond every collapse and creation and ruin and rebirth,

We stay knitted like the twines of quilt.


Wake up from hesitation and contemplation of the future, 

Here I am, just where you left me,

Longing for you to revive me,

From these narrow chasms of seclusion,

Together, let us,

Bring back the lost serenity and tranquility to this preoccupied air,

Give back the gnarled trunks and autumn leaves her spring,

Revamp the rugged terrains,

Paint the skies red,

Restore the old US,

Savour the endearments,

Evaporate into the thin air of fondness,

And elope to distant grounds,

Where our heart only throbs echoes of you and I.


 #AishuScribbles♥︎

Tuesday, 1 December 2020

THE RHYTHM OF SOUL

  THE RHYTHM OF SOUL 


MUSIC IS THE LOVE OF EACH AND  EVERY SOUL.
THOUGH ITS OLD,
IT NEVER FAILS TO STEAL EVERY SOUL.
IT MENDS EVERY FOREBODING HEART BOLD.
IT IS AN AMAZING APPETITING  ARTWORK,
CURRENTLY THAT MY HANDS ARE AT WORK.


MUSIC IS THE OCEAN,

THAT PULLS ME TO THE SHORE.
IT IS THE RHYTHM OF EVERY SOUL, 

WHICH MOVED ME TO THE CORE.
IT IS A FREE THERAPY,
WITHOUT ANYTHING CREEPY.
IT SINGS BACK MY SOUL TOGETHER,
AT ALL MY GLOOMY TIMES, WHICH I CAN'T COUNT FOREVER.
AND WEAVES MY SHREDDED HEART IN VAIN,
WITHOUT ANY GRUNT OR PAIN.




MUSIC IS INEVITABLE IN ONE'S JOURNEY OF LIFE,
FROM TANTRUM TO SILENCE.
IT IS THE STRONGEST MEDIUM OF EMOTIONS
AND IS INTENSE ,WHICH VARIES FROM TIME TO TIME ACROSS THE WORLD.



WHERE THOUGH ,THIS ECSTATIC ART DEVELOP?
WHEN CURIOUS MINDS ARE AT WORK,
MY SOUL REPLIED "WHEN YOU LISTEN AND FEEL ITS PRESENCE"
WHEN THOU THIS ART GONE,
ONE'S LOVE AND PEACE WILL SOB ON!

LIFE IS LIKE NOTES OF MUSIC!

SO TURN UP YOUR FULL BASS AND 

 MARCH THROUGH YOUR UPS AND DOWNS.

AS YOU BEAT THE DRUM,

SING ALONG YOUR ACHIEVEMENTS ,

DANCE AND BREAK THE GROUND OF IMPOSSIBILITIES.

MUSIC IGNITES MY BONES;
CHERISHES MY SOUL,
AND SOOTHES MY MIND.
THERE IS NOTHING IMPOSSIBLE WHEN THERE IS A PINCH OF MUSIC IN OUR WORK.
THUS NEVER UNDERESTIMATE THE POWER OF MUSIC!

 

 -B.NIKITHA

Wednesday, 11 November 2020

The Light Of Education

When the darkness swallowed our nation 

There appeared the light called education 

The brightness of education is leading us in true way

So we are being educated every day

The light of education will change your soul

It will make you perfect to reach your goal

Education will make you greater 

It will change your life brighter 

                                                         - Smyrna 

 My poetic way of wishing  National Education Day (November 11)

                                                                  

Friday, 6 November 2020

Trapped in a deception

 


What happens when a bird is trapped?
What happens when its wings are cut?
I ponder trapped in a cage of my own
I can feel its ambient light.
But, is it truly my home?
Even if I can stare at the sky
Will I ever fly?
Plunged into the darkness of existence
My heart trembles as I search for a grasp.
Beaten by this world and its rules,
I finally realised the truth.
The only person who can change me is me.
Now I know the reason to be strong.
But can I break my cage?
As I'm trapped in a deception called life.

                                                                               - Jeril.

Friday, 16 October 2020

ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE : POSSIBLE?

 

ZOMBIE  APOCALYPSE : POSSIBLE?

 

                                  



I always wondered if that is possible, and I came up with very less theories that it is possible. That was exactly four years ago, now, the teen me wanted to do a small research on it and guess what- the stuff I found out is shocking enough for a person to have a heart attack.

Zombies are undead, walking dead or Reanimated corpses to be scientific.

Whatever you choose to call them, these corpses that rise from the grave to walk the world and terrify — and sometimes infect — its inhabitants are one of the top monsters in popular culture.

The word zombie comes from Haitian and New Orleans voodoo origins. Although its meaning has changed slightly over the years, it refers to a human corpse mysteriously reanimated to serve the undead. Ancient voodoo and folk-lore traditions, show the Walking Dead were born.

Nowadays, people use the word “zombie” a lot more loosely — often metaphorically — to refer to anyone or anything that presents as apathetic, moves slowly, and demonstrates little awareness of their surroundings.

But how can a human turn into a zombie?

Viruses, toxins and parasites.

I know that we are currently facing a virus pandemic and it is not a good time to bring about another virus, but I am too excited to suffocate myself from sharing the facts.

We all know Lyssavirus or Rabies to be simple. Rabies is usually transmitted to humans when an infected animal bites them. It is a viral disease that affects the central nervous system which can drive people to become violently mad.

Unlike movie zombies, which become reanimated almost immediately after infection, the first signs a human as in rabies—such as anxiety, confusion, hallucinations, and paralysis—don't typically appear for ten days to a year, as the virus incubates inside the body.

Then rabies sets in, though it's fatal within a week if left untreated.

Humans typically catch rabies after being bitten by an infected animal, usually a dog—and the infection usually stops there.

But don’t worry our brilliant genius scientists has come up with a vaccine for Rabies due to which deaths have been reduced. Also, Rabies can’t spread fast and is not an airborne virus.

But if we are at a bio war we can expect a Zombie apocalypse. With little modification to the Rabies genes, we will be enough to start an apocalypse. Flu and Rabies hybrid can bring a Zombie apocalypse, but if it isn’t a bio war then we can expect it from many other sources.

A giant zombie virus has unfrozen, zombie ants created by ophiocordyceys (a toxin mushroom), an unknown species of Zatypota wasp can manipulate spiders into a zombie,Phtoplasma(bacteria)can turn plants into zombies and a parasite namedToxoplasmosa needs a little evolution to damage human brains.

So, if it isn’t us humans then it’s mother nature who will take a toll on us. But are we ready to face the apocalypse? Not to mention a zombie apocalypse and do you think it’s possible? I will leave it upto you readers.