Afrina T Mehraj Shaik

  The chaos outside the four walls of your home I wonder if you could find something more beautiful outside You are so confused Either the calmness you feel around is inbuilt in yourself Or inside the four walls of your home The shouts of horn disturb you to roam The breezes passing through windows Reminds you to climb up and reach the sky The falling autumn flies in, to feel their shades The murmurs over the other sides of the walls Excites you to join in the words The chaos outside the four walls of your home Might let you open your doors to living alive And mostly rushes you to close the doors of its protective warmth Inside the four walls of your home as an alarm To put you in peace.

  A tornado of thoughts Rushes and flush away the thoughts Of your membranes. Membranes of thoughts Protecting you from disturbances Rushes at ones and destroys your peace A storm of thoughts crosses your mind And disturbs the balanced set of thoughts Testing your patience Freezing and puzzling up your cells Makes you strong enough to Balanced-ly arrange your stairs of thoughts Stairs that lead you to the reach of the task Pulling you out of the tornado of thoughts That jumble up your thoughts and  Set you in peace and let you breathe.

  The creepy sounds of the blue sea Deep, calm and scary enough to lost in thoughts Beautiful and large enough to fill in the emotions Creepy enough to drown you in the vein Excited enough to drive you into its folds Folds of tides rushing all around Playful all the time Bringing the sea on front Folding the ground under your feet The big blue sea widely spreading its wings Takes you into the joyful throws of its waves A ride away from the shore not higher to the ground. The wide blue sea louder from out And calm inside with a whole new world Living under it. The big blue sea Besides reaching the end Of your land under the feet This shows, there is still a hope of not falling down.    

  Beyond the words There are thoughts still alive, Left behind holding Like the tides of a river Holding behind the gates. The unfolded muscles of a tongue Flexible and easy enough to move But still holds on like a wall, Holding weights hard inside the heart Holding the pain still remains silent. Expressing in silence The astonishment of success And the pain of unexpected failures in life. The tides of feelings left behind of not being expressive Beyond the words There is so much to say Beyond the words There is so much to show That sounds more beautiful than words you speak Beyond the words Some thoughts are still alive.

  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. ...

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 o...