Storieo

Author: Shelja Alawadhi

  • An Unknown Friend

    An Unknown Friend

    There new is an associate out this cosmos,

    An inarticulate partisan with whom I seek refuge,

    An imperceptible permeation to testify consolation.

    A compeer conjured by sanguine imagination.

    Someone to Succour me, to motivate me to strive,

    When tangible individuals relinquish my vitality-

    Forces who survive in bubbles of self-

    And cosmopolitan acquaintance declares session.

    When I am beleaguered by spells of despondency.

    I turn to ardent fancy, an illusory confidante,

    To speculate the world from a fresh perspective

    To be circumscribed in the folds of fantasy.

    Of a sodality so sublime, vacantly induced

    From a Quixotic Whim, a fairy-tale amity,

    In the alienated, hostile human world.

    A friend, though suscitated from figment.

  • The Prisoner

    The Prisoner

    I perceive no other creation

    Beyond the four gray walls

    Binding me to this enclosure.

    I have lost all contact

    With the vital world outside

    Through a cursed condemnation.

    Revealing an execrable lifestyle,

    A fate than I converse with the stone.

    Of a cold, concrete water,

    I squabble with a peel of venerable drapery,

    I speak wih the granite

    Of the rampant walls.

    Waiting for the second

    The doors fly open in reality,

    And I exit-unrestricted,

    To breathe the scent ofa fresh earth.

    To feel the grass crunch beneath my feet,

     

     

    to be an animated part of it.

  • Immortality

    Immortality

    Covet eternity’s idiomatic spectacle,

    To indulge in the sensual bliss of birth,

    In the point of reality exist,

    To taste the resplendent fruits of earth.

    I wistfully hanker for perpetual existence,

    I dread to bid farewell to an imperfect world,

    My inclinations have been invariably fulfilled,

    Yet this anxiously lingers to be unfurled.

    Immortality-you breed an unslaked zeal

    For the insipid humanity to fabricate,

    The embrace of death genes constant repulsion,

    As an inevitable cosmopolitan fate.

    I habitually gape at your inconceivable swagger,

    For which I solicitously aspire,

    For your tantalising, alluring seduction

    Ignited in a stifling, eternal fire.

  • The Portrait

    The Portrait

    Figures stand about a canvas,

    Depict a poor portraiture,

    In black and white monochrome.

    Sketched in pallid discoloration,

    Delineating a distorted image

    Of a feminine caricature.

    Portraying a leaden expression

    To the sightless blind.

    Tracing a passionate devotion

    To the contemplative mind.

    Spelling an ardent affection

    In a crude syllable,

    Illustrating a revered adoration.

    In idolised expectation.

    On a tarnished impersonation,

    In a sallow, ashen shade,

    Lies the apex of tender passion

    Voiced in an emaciated cascade.

    The love, toil and inclination live

    In a crude pencil perspective.

  • My Messy Room

    My Messy Room

    “Kritika, come here and clean your room,

    It looks as if it is in full bloom.

    With rubbers and pencils all strewn,

    Over the carpet, desk and cartoons.

    come immediately and clean your room.”

    My mother was in a rage, upset, and tired,

    she had no help as the maid had been fired.

    I quietly got up to clean the untidy room

    As my mother had said it was in full bloom.

    I was astonished to find my secret diary out,

    As I searched it carefully I said aloud around

    “I need help, Mummy I can’t do this alone!”

    My mother replied that she was talking on phone.

    So now, since I was all alone to do this great most task,

    I made up my mind to do it fast.

    I started with my bed,

    And then the books which I had read.

    I went to to my desk,

    And now I needed a rest.

    And still I slogged and kept all my things

    which included books and even rings.

    And at last it was set high

    Now my mother would not fight.

    Or ask me to clean my messy room,

    As she had said-it was full in bloom.

  • Two Detectives

    Two Detectives

    Two very popular detectives Raja and Anoop used to hunt for mystery cases. They once have an interesting case where the son wants to grab all the property his father has the detectives rescue the old man (father) from the clutches of his son who is holding him captive in army mysterious hotel room, the existence of which is known only to a few persons.

    “Anoop, we do not have any case now.What should we do? When I sit idle, I really get bored said Raja eating his breakfast.

    Yes you are absolutely right,but…?

    “Ring! Ring! Ring!”!

    Oh! This phone! This is disgusting. I do not want to keep it in my house! “said Anoop.

    ” Hello! Who’s speaking ?

    “Please help me! “Said an old man.

    ” Who are you? How can we help you? “Said, Raja.

    ” Please come immediately,

    “But what is your address?”

    “Listen! Listen, my addressis 700, Hilton, Goj Road, New Delhi.Please come soon.”

    Ok, Ok, Relax. We are coming, “said Raja.

    ” What happened, Raia? ” Nothing! There is a case for us. Thank God! We do not have to sit idle now

    “Ok!” Let’s go. Quick, “said Anoop”

    They were on their way, when suddenly the pager started beeping.

    ” Oh, our pager is beeping! Look at it and tell me what’s the message? Is there a new case? ”

    I will read the message. Huh! What’s this?

    Somebody is telling us that there is a bomb in the car and if we slow down below 50 km .. the bomb will explode.

    “Oh! What should we do? “Said, Raja.”

    We should get out of this car immediately. We shall have to jump out of it.

    “Yes, you are correct! “Said Anoop.

    They jumped out of the car and after some time, the car exploded!!.

    ” Oh, we have lost our car! “Said both of them” Now how we reached the old man’s place? Asked Anoop.

    “And how will we we ask his problem?” Said raja,

    “Well, now we should take a bus and get there as soon as possible because that old man asked us to hurry!” Said, Raja.

    “‘There is a bus coming Oh! This is good.Jump on it!” Said Anoop.

     

    They reached the Hilton and asked the manager for Room No. 700.

    What … There is no Room 700, “said Anoop.

    ” Relax, Anoop. ”

    We have rooms till 699 only, “said the Manager.” Take us to Room 699 then.

    “They reached room No. 699. and !!!…”

    “Waiter! You please go from here, ‘said Raja.”

    This can not be possible! How can there be rooms only till 699 when that old man told us to come to Room No. 700 … ??? “said Anoop.

    ” There must be some secret behind it. We must we must unveil the mystery.

    They went inside the room.

    “Oh, this room is very nice and clean.”

    “Anoop! What, s that? A rope hanging …”

    “Come! Let’s examine it,” said Anoop.

    They were looking at it very carefully when Raja pulled the rope.

    “Oh, Anoop! Look! Something is moving.It’s coming from up there.

    Raja pushed Anoop to the other side.

    ” Thank You, Raja! You saved life. ”

    I am extremely sorry! But I only pulled the rope, “said Raja.

    ” Let’s get out of here. Let’s go, “said both of them”

    Oh! But where are we going?

    “Suddenly the lift door opened. As soon as they stepped into it, the lift started moving.”

    It’s mysterious, is not it?

    “The lift went straight down to the basement The lift door opened and .. ???”

    What’s this? ”

    ” We have not had a case like this before. It’s mystery “said Anoop.

    A cat was mewing and standing right in front of them.The cat suddenly started running away.

    “Let’s follow the cat.

    Run!

    “Oh, Anoop! Where is this cat taking us? I am scared, “said Raja.

    The cat took them to a secret room.

    And …” So this is Room No. 700 !! ”

    Oh I think this is the same old man who phoned us.

    There was an old man there, tied with a rope.

    “Yes! You are the one who phoned you,” said the old man.

    “But who is standing beside?” Said Raja.

    “His my son, ‘said the old man.”

    Give me all the papers so that I can claim your property, “said his son.”

    No! I will not give them to you!

    What can you do “I will kill you! “Said the son.

    ” Kill me !! But I still wont give you the papers.”

    The cat had, in the meanwhile, cut the ropes from behind. It scratched the old man’s son. His pistol fell onto the ground, Anoop caught the son while Raia called the police through his mobile phone.

    Soon the police was there The police handcuffed the son and took him away.

    Theold man was thankful to Raga and Anoop. He got ready to go home.

    There was a beep again on their pager. This time it was their mother calling, “Come home soon, sonny.It’s time for dinner.”

  • The Someone

    The Someone

    It was a dark, rainy night,

    When the lovely moon was in sight.

    Not a cry, not a rustle, nothing but …,

    Footsteps in someone’s house, thak, thak, thank.

    He was climbing up the steps,

    And I was up in bed at that time,

    At 2:00 in the night!

    No one was with me in the room,

    Except for my shadow and a lizard.

    I was truly scary because in the bathroom,

    The tap’s tip, tip, the tip could be heard loudly,

    And so very like my heartbeats!

    As time went by, the footsteps came closer,

    And many questions arose in my mind – was it a man or a ghost?

    Was he in our house or in the neighbor’s?

    Oh, it was so frightening, and I was so scared, what if he was in our house?

    Oh! No, I do not or can not think of what may happen,

    Would he take me, would he kidnap me?

    All this kept whirling in my mind …

    Just then ow ow went by hooting,

    By my window, past the ventilators,

    Oh! How scared I was, I wish you could have seen after that scary moment, I heard someone walk across the attic, Thak, Thak, Thak-the same footsteps,

    Oh! the footsteps, How could they reach the attic, without even crossing my room?

    I Wondered , At last the thought came to me,

    It was a thief!

    But how did he reach the attic from without? Or was it a thief upstairs and a man or ghost

  • The Homework

    The Homework

    When it’s time to come home,

    After lessons about Greece and Rome.

    We come hoping for a rest,

    Rivals like the sun which sinks to the west.

    But is that what we get?

    No, I have not tell you the worst part yet.

    Homework, homework is what we do,

    Every day, after school.

    When we look forward to chatting and play,

    Homework always gets in our way.

    We need a break, I suggest,

    Like the sun which sinks to rest.

  • The Price of Freedom

    The Price of Freedom

    It was a hot day. A weary traveller with a haggard look on his face goes through the dense but beautiful forest. He was a soldier from the war who had held prisoner by the enemy. He and his other comrades were freed after his army had signed the treaty. He was tired. The wounds were too painful but like a true soldier, he kept a fast pace bearing the dreadful pain. He was thinking about the way his wife and children would greet him. Maybe even a hot meal would be ready. After the war, all he needed was rest.

    These thoughts brightened his spirits. On the way, he met a queer old man with funny clothes. The soldier stopped to ask for directions when suddenly he caught a glimpse of the huge wooden box past the old man. It was a brown crate with tiny holes on each side. From within came strange noises, It struck the soldier that the box was quite similar to the one in the story of Pandora and the box of troubles. Out of curiosity, he asked the funny man about the contents of the box. It was obvious that the old man wanted to talk to someone He told the soldier that once he and his family lived happily in the woods. Then the terrible war broke out and his property, family, everything was destroyed. The only things left in the forest where the trees and birds. As he was forced to take up an occupation, he chose to become a bird catcher. A whole year had passed catching birds At the end of twelve months he had a hundred different birds packed in this crate. He could sell this box at a reasonable price only if-people would buy it is difficult to live without money.

    After narrating this sad story, the tiny man a looking pleadingly into the soldier’s eyes. The soldier was so touched that he spent all the money to buy the box.after leaving the man to count the money, the soldier walked slowly thinking about the way his family would ridicule him for spending his money on the worthless box up to full of stupid creatures. Suddenly he tripped over a branch and the box dropped from his hands. There was a pleasant sound of chirping and The sky was covered with beautiful creatures. For or ask the first time in his life, tears rolled down his as she cheeks. It was at that very moment he released _ The Price of Freedom.

  • My New Friend!

    My New Friend!

    How happy I was to know that we would shift home. My parents told me that we would be moving into another area which was on the outskirts of the town. It was a relief because we would be out of the noisy and dusty town. We decided to live in the countryside where we could feel the fresh air. There would be so peaceful. People there are filled with love, innocence, and care. There would be no skyscrapers. There would be no pollution. The air, the water, and the earth will be so pure. There would be calmness in the region. We will be so close to nature.

    Finally, we moved into our new house. “Will there be anyone of my age here?” Wondered Had to wait for the answer.

    The moon had set in and it was the first night in our new house. There was no sound in the streets. Now and then, the voices of people stretched walking could be heard. The silence stretched and I felt it was too long a night. The sound of the barking dogs made me jump up with fright.

    I soon got used to the silent nights filled with the sound of barking dogs. There was one dog in particular with black spots all over its body that roamed in the street during the day. It stood in the front of my house and looked at me with eyes that told me that it was yearning for love and affection. I tried not to look at it as it was stray dog Soon I had to accept it as it never moved away from my sight. I started feeding it with bits of bread slices now and then. Our friendship grew.

    Days went by, I noticed a change in the dog One night I heard strange cries near my house. The next morning I saw that the dog had given birth to six puppies. The puppies were cuddling up to their mother. Four of them looked just like her, one was a different color The sixth one was not normal. One of its limbs was stuck to its body. However, its face was seemingly attractive I gave milk to the mother and her pups. I felt very happy and content when I did this.

    Soon I realized that the dog and her puppies were no longer around. The following week I heard a soft barking sound. I ran and found the little pup that had its limb stuck to its body outside I could not for sake it I bought it home and fed it.This little friend now shares my happiness and sorrows and is always by my side. The puppy was so cute. He used to drink milk everyday and would protect our house. He made me so happy everyday with his love. I would used to love him back with more care.

    We both lived together, dance together and had lots of fun together. It look like we both were the best friends. We both were complete.