Afrina T Mehraj Shaik

  Dear Green,   You come between blue and yellow in the spectrum of colors. Colored like grass around the living. And beautifully fits like a shiny emerald in a jewel. Decorated in shapes as spots on the blue earth watching far away from the sky. We come close, we see the bushes shading us from sun and rain. We walk a little more and see the plain meadows giving us a way to explore. Farms of life-giving us protein to live. And woodies taller presenting the fruits of vitamins. Shelters the flora and fauna. Shields the living with oxygen. The more we blue you, the more you green up and boost our living. We cut you down and hurt your throat, you still grow from roots to stay with us. Your love for us is infinite And the range of your giving is immense than the size of the Globe. We can’t pay you back Neither you ask for a return nor do you accept the money in exchange. You are completely independent of us, we good try to give you some blues. You give

Vo din bhi kitne pyaare they Chanda ka saath aur taaron ki chamak Baadal ke sangh bhaagey phir te they hum Peepal ka pedh aur vo dosth ka saat Bhaagey gali gali ghoomey hum saat saat Thakey rukhe baithey huye hum gharke aangan mey rang laye hum Baagon ki khilti huyi phoolon ki tarah  khilkhila te they hum Seth ki dukhaan ke bheed they hum good mangney chaley charaney mutti mey baand ke Suraj hi thakey dhuljaye hum na thakey khelney sey Vo din bhi kitne pyaare they haath mey haath daley nikaley padaai karney hum Guru ka sanman aur badon ka aadar seekheyhai hum Vo din bhi kitney pyaare they Jo bechaini se dur aur zhimmedari se dur they hum Kabhi na janey dil ka dard kya hai Bus neechey girney sey roothey they hum Vo din bhi kitney pyaare they  Jismey sirf andherey se dar te they hum Na kisi sey dhoka na kisi ka dard  Bus Khilona tooth nesey roothey they hum Aur meley mey ghoomney ka zid kartey they hum Vo din bhi kitne pyare they Jab chotey they hum.

  The Fear That I Won Over   Those were the mid days of the may month in the year 2015. Hot sun running over your head. Hot enough that it heats you up like a Freshly Ironed cloth. I have completed the 1 st year of my graduation examinations and it was time to attend my orientation classes. And I was selected for the slot of a hot noon session for a month starting from the mid-days of May to mid-June. I daily travel to college by bike. Those were the days of Samaikya Andhra Strikes. We being from the Coastal part of Andhra Pradesh were against the division of the state. travel. All the roads were jammed, the bus service was on strike and the routes were blocked on all their ways to work. People came on roads for justice. We students faced great trouble to travel. And so, I was given a bike to get rid of this trouble to attend my college daily. I was a new learner and I had tiny wounds on my elbows, knees usually as I fall off my bike. And it was past to the two months of May, i.

  Teenage minds are like vessels Vessels of alloys that are set in groups Sitting ideal in the silence Not open to air Waiting for their turn to become worthy Vessels of space Noisy when they fall out of joy And Vessels of responsibility Clean and shiny filled up with boosters To work and survive Filled up perfectly within their capacities No wastage and overflows Misbalance and split over with external forces Perfectly mixed up and build without any leakages And welder ed up If left behind with imperfections They are just shaped empty vessels That are filled up with something we fill in.  

  In the colors of city We are made up with skins of shades We walk along in the streets We live in places Building our lives We are tied up with needs To survive in comforts of living We distributed our works To rest and live We quarreled for rights And adjusted into communities We don’t live the same But we understood each other We all wish alike but wish different powers We believe in some invisible powers Our beliefs are stronger than our determinations And so, we live Our determinations are stronger than our beliefs And so, we destroy each other We live in peace when in harmony We live in disturbances with discriminations We burn each other with hatred We bind up with love and care We celebrate the days ours and others We grief the loss of dearness We circulate in the sphere of globe We are very different from each other We belong to different continents, boundaries and nations We live under the same sun and the moon But re