Throwing up words

 The power of weakness started engulfing me, it made me dizzy and my mind blank. My muse was lying on the bed, whimpering and babbling Maybe, she wants me to jot one last novella. I am being transported into another world, where there's happiness and no curse. I thought myself, is it really a curse that has fallen on us? Or is it the consequences of our dead done? My muse reached out for my hand, I came out of my world to the reality in front. She looked into my eyes, searching for the quest of rebel which is long gone. She is expecting me to protest, to change the world. But has she forgotten that I am already dead? Dead because what's the point of living when you can't do anything but just watch and weep. Dead because I can't blame those who have lead us to our own tomb. My muse's hold on my hand starting falling, her face turning into ecstasy. A large drop comes out of my eyes, I got up and started preparing for the burial for my muse's demise.  -Shruti Upadh...

 I don't like PDA, I said to my class softly I whispered in his ears I love when you give me small forehead kisses. Love when you hold my hand and become my shield. Look foreword to when I catch your eyes and you turn your face down with a small hint of blush on your cheeks. Love when you tuck my hair beside my ear, when you see back even if someone called my name. I love when you show your affection, love you for understanding me and accepting me as I am. After hearing my confession, he laced his fingers with mine and head for the next lecture. -Shruti Upadhyay

 I was always being taught that India is a democratic country, but is it really? Now, I think. We do have a right to choose, but where are the options to choose? You can't say a child minded leader as an option, or the one who have kept personal interest up than the national? Do we really vote by our own views,  or we give our votes because of the promise of huse? The option of NOTA is as ignored as the voice of women in terms of marriage. It seems like we are still living in monarchy when I see minister's son becoming Deputy or IRC. People have came into terms of this democracy, let it go, how it's going. -Shruti Upadhyay

 I was close to death, instead of feeling peace as people say i was scared as hell. My heart was beating frantically, my mind was blank as to what I should do. It was the time when I realised who really loves me. It's really easy to say dying is better than living but trust me when you are on the verge of dying you would find thousands of reasons to live. So, live your life to the fullest, and never regret anything because maybe for the things you are crying now would make you laugh in the near future. -Shruti Upadhyay

  Her deep breaths echoed the tiny room sitting beside her I was weaving through my thoughts and wool. She occasionally opens her heavy eyes and watches me with an expression which I couldn't put my finger on. My brother and sister left us for the city rush, and my father ran just after my mother took the bed. Her eyes are dull, there's no spark which she used to had earlier. She had nursed me for years and now it's my turn to return whatever I had lear. -Shruti Upadhyay

 I see pain in your eyes you are trying to find the glass prism but all that is left is shattered glass I am in chaos no light shining my brown hair gone is the angel only satan is left u think u can fight for me? my world is in dark now I have fallen from heaven  gone is the beautiful spotless angel I am devil with marks I want to touch you but I don't want to ruin you go in your world  no way you can make me the old one  I am not fighting with demons I have became one there is no purity in my hazel eyes u are staring at me I want to cover my dark soul from you  but you know me u gently soothe me  trying to mend my broken parts but what about my cynical soul? You would find someone like you leave  me on my own you don't belong here.. -Shruti Upadhyay

 She says she don't know the exact time when I came,  but just told me the story of my name. She told me how my family was not pleased, cuz I was a girl not a boy who will foreword their dynasty. She told me how my face was just like a diamond, how after my birth she didn't even got some almonds. She fought and stood for me, she is the only one with whom I shared moments of glee. She told me how at my time of birth, my father had gone, didn't got a chance to go to a hospital, yes I was home-born. She was concerned for me and treated me like a glass, but also trained me to fight and stand for my rights infront of mass. I will prove my worth to all and I will make my mom forget this word -"cry", I will do everything I can do to make my mom's head high... -Shruti Upadhyay

  You still play hide and seek! ain't you like 19 years old? You can try this dialogue on who's meek, not on me who can turn you blood cold. Oh!by the way how's uncle? no, not your husband talking about the plumber. Here, comes your daughter, for a 20 year old isn't she quite dull? -Shruti Upadhyay

                        I HAVE SEEN  I have seen sadness in the eyes of a child riding in a car, seen happiness in the eyes of the child who don't have a shelter on his head but still content.   I have seen a girl looking unsatisfied with a full plate of food , and a girl dancing with joy with just a stale bread. Have seen people getting treatment just because of a mild headache, and a man dying of cancer because of no money. -Shruti Upadhyay

I still remember how frightened I was on the first day, couldn't decide how to make friends and what to say. Each day felt like a huge weight, but this brought me with new mates. Didn't know how to respond to a new teacher, it felt like dealing with a new creature. The days passed by, and I shed my fears and learnt not to shy. The institute became my second house, me and my friends became like Minnie and Mickey mouse. Oh! How great were these 3 years, it changed my perspectives and my wears. The happy felling of sharing lunch, and 4 friends fighting for one munch. Sleeping during lectures and bunking the classes, have become like a portrait in my glasses. -Shruti Upadhyay