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Friday, August 31, 2012

Your Memories Make Me Heal......

The sweet mellow voices in my head
crying out loud the only name
I wish I could go back
like the wind and the rain and the sun.....
Rolling up my legs up
curving up with a coldness around
mine searches your heart
in the starry heavens above....
The times we sang
the times we ran
the ups and downs in our path
all seemed filled with your smell...
Your smell only
I just wish if I could go back
to hold you in my arms
and feel that warmth again & again & again....
My heart so heavy and wound
obeys only you....
When lost in thought and soul in the past...
Only your memories make me heal....

By
        ISK

Thursday, August 2, 2012

E TREE......................................... LEAF SIXTEEN


White



No one can tell me that was totally accidental. Someone was messing with my dreams. But how can that be possible. It was around three in the morning when I woke up after hearing that voice again. (What am I talking about? Hear? No, it was a dream!) It felt like a chill even though it was the end of July. And why on earth it had to today? We are supposed to work on a Mind Map today. A real one. And the one in white? What does that mean? Obviously the one place I’m going to be today is school and our uniforms are white so everyone will be wearing white. 

I was so distracted that when Cher arrived at school, I didn’t realize she was just a feet away from me until she gave a tap on my back. 

“What are thinking so much about on a morning like this? You are like already lost your fight. What’s up?” Cher asked what’s wrong as if she was asking me to go to the bathroom with her.

It would be a betrayal for our friendship if I don’t tell her what I saw but I was so confused that I couldn’t decide whether to tell her or not. Which one in white is a threat? But before, I could tell her, Nish came in saying, 

“Hey, you are still here? We have office duty this week. Better get going before Mrs. Veene come scolding. Hurry!”

We went hurriedly to the Head Mistress’s office. Each class of the school is given a week to clean and maintain Head Mistress’s office. This week, it was our turn. While cleaning, I peered into Ms. Cleanor’s cubicle but she was not there. I thought of telling her if I could get a chance about my dream.