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- Story Listed as: True Life For Teens
- Theme: Inspirational
- Subject: Loneliness / Solitude
- Published: 08/22/2013
Broken down with nostalgia; making plans for future, dark emotions; thinking, lying on bed, a girl not knowing of tomorrow in the midst of her dreams; illuminated by complexities; thinking over and over again but heart drowning in the ocean of havoc. As if it was evoked between the mountains of heaven, laying in the speck of universe but deep down flowing emotions of excitement of a new day originated, to give a message of a book unwritten by many words.
Trying to sleep or to get lost in the world of imagination, moreover getting out of this world, or to get a break through her life, was that girl who had a first day at college next morning.
Closing her eyes-lashes like a curtain over a stage, to make a new scene of a play or to complete the rest part of a game. Unnoticed chaos and ingenuousness of a child, who never knows how to tie a shoelace or to shake-hand.
Red, brown and then black, the image formed and the first step into the unknown world had been taken to raise the shoulders of pride, potency, Strong faith and broken chaos.
Yes! That is a dream with no branch associated to de facto.
Black, brown and red the image formed, with a sweet chirp of bird lost to find food for its family under the shade of clouds, living on a tree; hatched 2 hours ago in the dark night of angst where the chirp of cricket never ended and the silence never continued.
Blue wind coming through the window apprised the agony of un-interested journey starting right in front, in the boat through the valley of the wind. She lifted the blanket which consumed courage and strength to live up a life when jacket warms an uncovered heart of lion.
Praising Him and seeking help was never a long time ago story but a new inspiration and a belief sustained by a terrified heart, gathering lost words to fill hollow heart with sentiments through osmosis(slowly and feebly).
Raising the shoulder and an undefined smile with the eyes speaking of pride, Luck and sanction like a future already living in past of present but a fake smile connecting signals of missing a picture of memory flashed and the smile discontinued.
She was dressing in a way thinking of every unseen face already: to notice and envious stare letting her believe; center of attention which was a thought indeed.
Leaving home, she thought of a tinge of insinuation gained during prayer, believing God never leaves His people; she moved ahead with a heavy bag persuading.
It merely reminded of the weight she had to lift up of her up-coming life; she continued moving but still that tinge of inspiration never left and the caterpillar had already set up a cocoon under a leaf, up above the flowing river; watching the sun shining over it while it could only pretend of achieving a moth life. Beyond her vision, the ray of sun gilt the blue ocean, unknowing of its hidden beauty deep below; it started knitting.
As she moved forward with questioning eyes, and awaiting answers to flourish soon in the bed of roses, her nervousness upheld the mind and watched, rather looked at the school kids with laughter echoing in the depth of caves under the mountains; flown the crows and the eco ended un-pierced in the yellow field; air stopped and she took step in the bus when conductor already looking at her as a freshman.
She sat near a window, hoping it to be a good omen for a new journey. Consistent the speed of bus and gentle, steady the flowing canal; rotating Earth, Sun appearing, feelings growing and the mind fluttered like never before.
The fast crossing wind, clearing face, gradient to the motion of bus made her to realize of her existence as a bus and the wind as a time that had been passed once upon a time. The conductor yelled at every stop passing by and she looked outside like it was her passed, but not. Every face in the bus; blank to her like a desert which never expected a flower to bloom or a green sky with dull moon.
Unjustified expressions with the blinking eyes, where dreams lived, had scattered! Nothing seemed new or fresh.
Through a distance she could see her stop coming up and she stood up waiting to hear the words by the conductor, approaching destination as it became blur every second it came closer. Things running faster and faster than her vision and taking a deep breath she asked the driver to stop the bus.
Taking a step down reminded her of being closer to her destination; growing single heartbeat stopped with a thud as she reached down the bus; crossing wind whispering slowly passed by. For a second, the world was clear and deep silence overwhelmed, sound waves could reach her ears but only drumbeats of her heart and sighs reached.
Looking around in search of college, few unfamiliar faces rushing towards the entrance embraced each other where the fast moving traffic left behind, reminded her that, time waits for no-one.
Reaching the class she saw few faces surprised at each other, enlightening the fact of them being old time friends, she moved ahead where she was alone with her unconscious beliefs that soul; caterpillar can live in the dark room; cocoon. Or un-hatched bird lives in a shell of life.
Unexplained eyes couldn't find the way to walk when it’s upon her choice which path to choose when it leaves her with the society of blames and disgrace.
Pushing crowd saved her of being alone and entering into the room, a familiar face called out her name. A bit of past flashed through her eyes, identifying goodness running towards her.
This picture was never as clear as a near past passed few moments ago. It was her friend. Pulling out seat, she sat and chattering continued.
Periods passed, unfamiliar faces contributed to make a scene where illusion exists. The people were named students now. Some frowned, some smiled, lost, some silent, some confused. For her, it was like a new test to check her abilities. She could examine different faces of Him and questioning, testing how well she could perform standing in a desert, drowning in the ocean or standing where time doesn't exist.
No time, no time.
Past, present and future stood at the same time and the bell rang in the present leaving her thoughts behind in the past and someone's presence in future.
Suddenly, the noise of iron vibration made a strong pitch and the door knocked. Clumsily walking through the room, in black, entered a lady; leaving the time behind to the dais, was English teacher.
The girl didn't care to lift up her eyes watching clumsy walk; continued chattering. Noticing the body language unleashing her experiences, she lifted her eyelids. It was the same teacher with that fast entrance.
A truth revealed; all that it seems is unknowing of reality.
Lost in thoughts, faint sounds, moving bodies like a slowest motion of a humming bird wing, reaching back to present. The teacher required the introduction.
Heartbeats grew like a single voice above the noise.
Abruptly it ended and the day passed like a leaf had fallen in a spring with the fast moving wind.
Days passed, seasons fell, thinking grew and unknown became known. English became obsession. The time before and after that class; blurred or clear than water which formed no image and lost in deep thoughts, she passed her days.
The time that felt injustice was dancing in the wind and she found the hidden ore lying deep down. She figured out the shape she had to carve. The lost images in the hidden parts of her mind grew again and spring bloomed.
The time she had regretted was no longer a time but a flow of water beneath the sea and faster the lashing movement of feet below; the duck proved the peaceful swim upon the surface.
The teacher: bliss of inspiration conversed in silence of noise and the language never revealed. Caterpillar was completing its metamorphosis and blooming flower waited for the moth to come out and dance upon it.
Life revealed another layer of truth and the expectations were reversed. The hope of moth was turned into a butterfly as soon as the wings were seen through the silk of cocoon when the sun rays illuminated it.
She sat, she thought of her, slept, dreamt, stood and walked where a portion of time, heart, thought more than that was left; with the absolute acceptance of deep, silent, and peaceful eyes, the teacher smiled.
The world turned into illusion and soul bloomed, grew and knew farther than the sky.
The world was not the world itself, the Earth never meant an angel to live but the sky broke a star and brightened the earth. Her words were never so deep but that glance, girl cannot forget.
She frustrated sometimes, fell the curtain upon her emotions but the rays broke and reached the heart; stronger the pain is, bitter the venom she drunk. The girl could see that, sometimes went to her consoling every harsh word into a light feather flown far, far away.
Does that need words to explain?
Explanations shiver the heart because a humiliated mind requires some time.
One day, the girl encountered a scene of an old movie trailer shown as attractive as it could, the teacher looked up to that girl; walking down the stairs and asked for help. Eyes met or may be the girl already looking down her, expecting a true prediction of a prehistoric time.
Mumbling or yelling whatsoever, the lost moment reaching back to its position, missed the climax and the discussion ended with the mind lost somewhere in the middle of nowhere.
Sea tide fell on the shore, grains of sand leapt, the shell closed; depriving of pearl. Apart from it, thoughts exchanged or may be a part of soul. The girl had much to say.
Sometimes silence speak more than words.
It was time that learnt to teach. The teacher enlightened the girl's life with love and respect and taught how to fly when its time.
The spring arrived in the life of caterpillar which completed its phase and the prism of wing from a common source; spread unseen colors to the life and laughter never remained older; older than the trees; younger than the mountains; flowing like a breeze.
Feelings defeated the words. Glee nestled over the days of Alice in Wonderland.
This time He revealed its best part!
Valley Of The Wind(Laeequa Ahmad)
Broken down with nostalgia; making plans for future, dark emotions; thinking, lying on bed, a girl not knowing of tomorrow in the midst of her dreams; illuminated by complexities; thinking over and over again but heart drowning in the ocean of havoc. As if it was evoked between the mountains of heaven, laying in the speck of universe but deep down flowing emotions of excitement of a new day originated, to give a message of a book unwritten by many words.
Trying to sleep or to get lost in the world of imagination, moreover getting out of this world, or to get a break through her life, was that girl who had a first day at college next morning.
Closing her eyes-lashes like a curtain over a stage, to make a new scene of a play or to complete the rest part of a game. Unnoticed chaos and ingenuousness of a child, who never knows how to tie a shoelace or to shake-hand.
Red, brown and then black, the image formed and the first step into the unknown world had been taken to raise the shoulders of pride, potency, Strong faith and broken chaos.
Yes! That is a dream with no branch associated to de facto.
Black, brown and red the image formed, with a sweet chirp of bird lost to find food for its family under the shade of clouds, living on a tree; hatched 2 hours ago in the dark night of angst where the chirp of cricket never ended and the silence never continued.
Blue wind coming through the window apprised the agony of un-interested journey starting right in front, in the boat through the valley of the wind. She lifted the blanket which consumed courage and strength to live up a life when jacket warms an uncovered heart of lion.
Praising Him and seeking help was never a long time ago story but a new inspiration and a belief sustained by a terrified heart, gathering lost words to fill hollow heart with sentiments through osmosis(slowly and feebly).
Raising the shoulder and an undefined smile with the eyes speaking of pride, Luck and sanction like a future already living in past of present but a fake smile connecting signals of missing a picture of memory flashed and the smile discontinued.
She was dressing in a way thinking of every unseen face already: to notice and envious stare letting her believe; center of attention which was a thought indeed.
Leaving home, she thought of a tinge of insinuation gained during prayer, believing God never leaves His people; she moved ahead with a heavy bag persuading.
It merely reminded of the weight she had to lift up of her up-coming life; she continued moving but still that tinge of inspiration never left and the caterpillar had already set up a cocoon under a leaf, up above the flowing river; watching the sun shining over it while it could only pretend of achieving a moth life. Beyond her vision, the ray of sun gilt the blue ocean, unknowing of its hidden beauty deep below; it started knitting.
As she moved forward with questioning eyes, and awaiting answers to flourish soon in the bed of roses, her nervousness upheld the mind and watched, rather looked at the school kids with laughter echoing in the depth of caves under the mountains; flown the crows and the eco ended un-pierced in the yellow field; air stopped and she took step in the bus when conductor already looking at her as a freshman.
She sat near a window, hoping it to be a good omen for a new journey. Consistent the speed of bus and gentle, steady the flowing canal; rotating Earth, Sun appearing, feelings growing and the mind fluttered like never before.
The fast crossing wind, clearing face, gradient to the motion of bus made her to realize of her existence as a bus and the wind as a time that had been passed once upon a time. The conductor yelled at every stop passing by and she looked outside like it was her passed, but not. Every face in the bus; blank to her like a desert which never expected a flower to bloom or a green sky with dull moon.
Unjustified expressions with the blinking eyes, where dreams lived, had scattered! Nothing seemed new or fresh.
Through a distance she could see her stop coming up and she stood up waiting to hear the words by the conductor, approaching destination as it became blur every second it came closer. Things running faster and faster than her vision and taking a deep breath she asked the driver to stop the bus.
Taking a step down reminded her of being closer to her destination; growing single heartbeat stopped with a thud as she reached down the bus; crossing wind whispering slowly passed by. For a second, the world was clear and deep silence overwhelmed, sound waves could reach her ears but only drumbeats of her heart and sighs reached.
Looking around in search of college, few unfamiliar faces rushing towards the entrance embraced each other where the fast moving traffic left behind, reminded her that, time waits for no-one.
Reaching the class she saw few faces surprised at each other, enlightening the fact of them being old time friends, she moved ahead where she was alone with her unconscious beliefs that soul; caterpillar can live in the dark room; cocoon. Or un-hatched bird lives in a shell of life.
Unexplained eyes couldn't find the way to walk when it’s upon her choice which path to choose when it leaves her with the society of blames and disgrace.
Pushing crowd saved her of being alone and entering into the room, a familiar face called out her name. A bit of past flashed through her eyes, identifying goodness running towards her.
This picture was never as clear as a near past passed few moments ago. It was her friend. Pulling out seat, she sat and chattering continued.
Periods passed, unfamiliar faces contributed to make a scene where illusion exists. The people were named students now. Some frowned, some smiled, lost, some silent, some confused. For her, it was like a new test to check her abilities. She could examine different faces of Him and questioning, testing how well she could perform standing in a desert, drowning in the ocean or standing where time doesn't exist.
No time, no time.
Past, present and future stood at the same time and the bell rang in the present leaving her thoughts behind in the past and someone's presence in future.
Suddenly, the noise of iron vibration made a strong pitch and the door knocked. Clumsily walking through the room, in black, entered a lady; leaving the time behind to the dais, was English teacher.
The girl didn't care to lift up her eyes watching clumsy walk; continued chattering. Noticing the body language unleashing her experiences, she lifted her eyelids. It was the same teacher with that fast entrance.
A truth revealed; all that it seems is unknowing of reality.
Lost in thoughts, faint sounds, moving bodies like a slowest motion of a humming bird wing, reaching back to present. The teacher required the introduction.
Heartbeats grew like a single voice above the noise.
Abruptly it ended and the day passed like a leaf had fallen in a spring with the fast moving wind.
Days passed, seasons fell, thinking grew and unknown became known. English became obsession. The time before and after that class; blurred or clear than water which formed no image and lost in deep thoughts, she passed her days.
The time that felt injustice was dancing in the wind and she found the hidden ore lying deep down. She figured out the shape she had to carve. The lost images in the hidden parts of her mind grew again and spring bloomed.
The time she had regretted was no longer a time but a flow of water beneath the sea and faster the lashing movement of feet below; the duck proved the peaceful swim upon the surface.
The teacher: bliss of inspiration conversed in silence of noise and the language never revealed. Caterpillar was completing its metamorphosis and blooming flower waited for the moth to come out and dance upon it.
Life revealed another layer of truth and the expectations were reversed. The hope of moth was turned into a butterfly as soon as the wings were seen through the silk of cocoon when the sun rays illuminated it.
She sat, she thought of her, slept, dreamt, stood and walked where a portion of time, heart, thought more than that was left; with the absolute acceptance of deep, silent, and peaceful eyes, the teacher smiled.
The world turned into illusion and soul bloomed, grew and knew farther than the sky.
The world was not the world itself, the Earth never meant an angel to live but the sky broke a star and brightened the earth. Her words were never so deep but that glance, girl cannot forget.
She frustrated sometimes, fell the curtain upon her emotions but the rays broke and reached the heart; stronger the pain is, bitter the venom she drunk. The girl could see that, sometimes went to her consoling every harsh word into a light feather flown far, far away.
Does that need words to explain?
Explanations shiver the heart because a humiliated mind requires some time.
One day, the girl encountered a scene of an old movie trailer shown as attractive as it could, the teacher looked up to that girl; walking down the stairs and asked for help. Eyes met or may be the girl already looking down her, expecting a true prediction of a prehistoric time.
Mumbling or yelling whatsoever, the lost moment reaching back to its position, missed the climax and the discussion ended with the mind lost somewhere in the middle of nowhere.
Sea tide fell on the shore, grains of sand leapt, the shell closed; depriving of pearl. Apart from it, thoughts exchanged or may be a part of soul. The girl had much to say.
Sometimes silence speak more than words.
It was time that learnt to teach. The teacher enlightened the girl's life with love and respect and taught how to fly when its time.
The spring arrived in the life of caterpillar which completed its phase and the prism of wing from a common source; spread unseen colors to the life and laughter never remained older; older than the trees; younger than the mountains; flowing like a breeze.
Feelings defeated the words. Glee nestled over the days of Alice in Wonderland.
This time He revealed its best part!
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