Author: Shelja Alawadhi

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How I wish can still smell the fragrance of the flowers and trees, How I wish still watch the birds flying in the clear skies. How I wish can still see fishes swimming in clean and clear water, how I wish can still see green meadows where animals and kids roam around. But how can…

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There new is an associate out this cosmos, An inarticulate partisan with whom I seek refuge, An imperceptible permeation to testify consolation. A compeer conjured by sanguine imagination. Someone to Succour me, to motivate me to strive, When tangible individuals relinquish my vitality- Forces who survive in bubbles of self- And cosmopolitan acquaintance declares session.…

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I perceive no other creation Beyond the four gray walls Binding me to this enclosure. I have lost all contact With the vital world outside Through a cursed condemnation. Revealing an execrable lifestyle, A fate than I converse with the stone. Of a cold, concrete water, I squabble with a peel of venerable drapery, I…

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Covet eternity’s idiomatic spectacle, To indulge in the sensual bliss of birth, In the point of reality exist, To taste the resplendent fruits of earth. I wistfully hanker for perpetual existence, I dread to bid farewell to an imperfect world, My inclinations have been invariably fulfilled, Yet this anxiously lingers to be unfurled. Immortality-you breed…

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Figures stand about a canvas, Depict a poor portraiture, In black and white monochrome. Sketched in pallid discoloration, Delineating a distorted image Of a feminine caricature. Portraying a leaden expression To the sightless blind. Tracing a passionate devotion To the contemplative mind. Spelling an ardent affection In a crude syllable, Illustrating a revered adoration. In…

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“Kritika, come here and clean your room, It looks as if it is in full bloom. With rubbers and pencils all strewn, Over the carpet, desk and cartoons. come immediately and clean your room.” My mother was in a rage, upset, and tired, she had no help as the maid had been fired. I quietly…

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Two very popular detectives Raja and Anoop used to hunt for mystery cases. They once have an interesting case where the son wants to grab all the property his father has the detectives rescue the old man (father) from the clutches of his son who is holding him captive in army mysterious hotel room, the…

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Jul 29

The Someone

It was a dark, rainy night, When the lovely moon was in sight. Not a cry, not a rustle, nothing but …, Footsteps in someone’s house, thak, thak, thank. He was climbing up the steps, And I was up in bed at that time, At 2:00 in the night! No one was with me in…

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When it’s time to come home, After lessons about Greece and Rome. We come hoping for a rest, Rivals like the sun which sinks to the west. But is that what we get? No, I have not tell you the worst part yet. Homework, homework is what we do, Every day, after school. When we…

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It was a hot day. A weary traveller with a haggard look on his face goes through the dense but beautiful forest. He was a soldier from the war who had held prisoner by the enemy. He and his other comrades were freed after his army had signed the treaty. He was tired. The wounds…