World of Small Things

           Then he took me to Hogwarts where I stood in a trance seeing the silhouette set against the beautiful summer sun. But when the sun took it first peeks through the blinds ,I realized that harry potter coming and taking me to Hogwarts was another playful creation by the mischievous  abyss of my mind.      Although the sun rays motivated me to get up,the reason I jolted out of bed was because it was the start of the summer vacation.You know,Its not that school is boring that makes us happy in holidays,but the nothing-to-do-feeling has something about itself that makes us feel light.       I prefer to read the newspaper while eating actually although It me makes me eat food slower the dramatic slow motion scenes in Hollywood which I find quite amusing.I flip through the newspaper to the interesting parts like science ,skipping the news of gory accidents(which media nowadays puts right on the front page seeing to ...

Its  a killer with no conscience  they say, Here the slow and lazy  have to pay  Its dantes blazing inferno,  nothing less nothing more just like hell from folklore shadows run in fear, seeing the vultures in the skies clean and clear The jungle mourns at the animals it once fed, now all stone dead the sand sizzles in the scorching heat once you enter, there is no retreat a place where nature functions to kill to cause utmost destruction.

     Silence.We have many times heard that silence can work wonders.In between the noises of this restless world,for a minute I shut everything out,In that short period, every second was filled with realization. I thought about many things but something hit me like a boulder.The soft ticking of my wall clock.I realized that time was travelling fast,unstoppable,like west ponentes breath. The absence of silence had dangerously covered up the realization that the 4th dimension was not waiting for us.I shook of the stun that this revelation had cast on me. Many hours passed.Amazingly I never had the same thought about time that i had had in the morning.The sun dimmed like a battery about to empty.I had read the last page of my geography chapter.I have never been able to decipher the reason why only geography made me feel like a kettle boiling dry.The names of places ,their weather,characteristics,etc.have always left my brain in the state of a ball of string after a cat had...

A statue in the snow globe,stares at me,covered in flakes of powdered white, In its glass surrounded world a house shines bright. A Christmas tree, decorations with light, gleaming throughout the night,people stride happily through the glowing streets,everywhere Christmas greets. A cloud of cold mist,a shower of gentle snow on that Christmas eve,in the world of the snow globe ....

     Those bold  black leading paths that we follow almost everyday.Whose white lines upon the rough black surface stands out like a birthmark on our grey smoke blenching cities-roads.Almost every one of us has tread on one . Some for a simple urban stroll. Others to make a journey .Now I set off to make such a journey in the one of the 21 st century luxuries to say simply,a car, to see the world on wheels.      To the ends of the globe in my travel machine,over dales and rivers , mountains and streams.To gentle yellow dawns to fiery sunsets of tangerine.My car revved up the road and when I pressed the accelerator it surged hungrily forward.Its wheels pressed against the surface of the road and views flew past as if they were small birds. Farm houses ,roads and many other so join in my experience. when I started, the view of my school,my house slowly started moving away.Then as I started to increase speed the view of houses, cars, ice cream truc...

If I had the power to destroy,I would destroy the wars that  called for death   If I had the power to destroy,I would destroy the bullets in a hunter`s gun. If I had the power to destroy,I would destroy  the and shatter the spear  that pierces into the creatures skin. If I were god and had the power to destroy,  I would despoil the crooked and evil dark forces of  the reckless human mind.

T ime ticks away,and takes the seasons along like it`s beloved companion.Unruffled ,it arrives and passes away like unexpected trespassers . The inexorable inhabitants of this fading world have reputable and miserable opinions about these holy creations .Although they haven`t even a small right. Seasons are splendid phenomenons that cross the boundaries of the ordinary human beings.They change the face of the earth ,but all in a positive way.These remarkable changes are the expressions of the beryl planet that we live on .Seasons give us vivacity and some give us misery, as a consequence , many of the population deplore .But why bemoan when our actions are destruction?Misery is what we deserve. Happiness is what only kind souls should only procure. Spring is a genesis. A season that is a outset of lush greenery.The ecstasy of a new birth of nature is a thing that is absurd to be measured.The slender and bare trees usher in their nascent florets .It is a season that gives a ...