My Friendship

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 46 ; the forty-sixth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton .  Like any other evening the sky was shrouded with dull orange and red tinge. The sun was almost sinking at the horizon. Chirruping birds were returning to their home.The narrow rays of radiance were striking straight to the transparent brimming sea. Smoothly dancing ripples were tranquil to my excessive loitering mind. I kept on staring at them for a few minutes. The beach was greatly rabble with kids, teenagers and old- new couples. I wanted to join them and to secretly learn different tracks of their lives. I wanted to listen each of theirs' story but this time I ignored for, I myself wasn't able to switch the capricious secret for which Arpit had called me here. I had no idea except the seriousness in his abrupt tone when he talked to me ...

Out of my bedtime stories On a one fine day  A real wild dragon confronted His eyes searching for prey I was alone and scared  hugged my teddy in despair My heart skipped its beat  Giant beast came with blare   Mom says, smile at fear  I smiled through my eyes Soon his anger eluded away He looked calm and wise    I asked out his name To which he answered, Drubble His voice was so grave I insisted, I won't trouble  Even I won't. He said Your innocence calms me down I need a promising friend Please accept. Do not frown Dear Drubble, I promise you I will be there always Vow, you won't come out People will kill you, flay  Composed for A to Z Challenge

Life isn't a showcase to unveil it to others and to everyone It should be yours with all its bag of secrets open  for none but only for the conquer majesty,  You! For this, I divulged myself behind the veil being someone else who is not fragile to go down swinging and wrath of beckon  Everything is artificial and nothing is real before the world In the world's mirror am completely a different soul whose charm of prodigy cannot be ever diminished They recognize me but I ...  This doesn't manifest me as a follower of dual persona I asked 'them' for a space to let me breath and cast off my sighs! They, the masters of impersonate pretended as ever And thrashed me to shroud myself with deceit  But for how long? It's a disguise in pleasure which is nothing to me but for the sake of others Away from the so called mirror of the fake world  when I look at myself , the real me It throbs me in anguish

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 44 ; the forty-fourth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton .  On that bright day every corner was enshroud with amber gleam sheath under the the cloudless sapphire sky, scorching heat that reminds you of  'Rime of the Ancient Mariner'. Everything was dull and dry. On such a searing day nobody could imagine even a blow of wind for split second  but Shanaya, a strong instinct believer already predicted , there would be rains shortly.  No one cared! She quickly went into her kitchen to prepare a mug of coffee and some cookies for herself. Her younger brother started teasing her for her dippy act. Hot coffee on a hot day! Didi, have you got crazy?  She wasn't paying attention towards him. She was calm,lost in the other world. Busy in blending cocoa and sugar. Again her brother in a teasing...