My useless body, looks outside the window. Sees the pleasant nature, comes a wish to run across the velvet grass. The lovely rain makes me jealous, of children splashing in the puddles. Once I want to wander, explore the fragrant flowers and the nectar fetching butterflies, in my garden. The silent four corners of my room, reflect my helplessness and ask, can my cursed body ever go out of the window? The one who hears my unheard pain is the bed on which my body lies, since the time immemorial.
I am a random boy of 15 from the land of India, my motherland, of which I am proud of. I am an avid reader of books or or in a nutshell I am a bibliophile. Because one advice is common by everyone, "Read, read and read" and also"A room without books, is a life without soul"Anything that I like are my studies and ofcourse literature. I have no interest in other things, which people call recreation. Ya, I love songs, but not singing(For the sake of other people).I also like to hear inspirational songs, because it is a means to propel my life further. Another means, of inspiration for me are poetry by legendary poets of English. I would like to share a poetry by the epic poet Robert Frost. I remember this poem by heart,"Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village, though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow.My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year.He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound's the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake.The woods are lovely, dark, and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep. "
I once had two sparkling eyes full of hopes, But the familiar forces made them blind. They made sure to check on my survival frequently, But that was just to butcher my innocence. I cried out loud for help every
A year gone by & just a few days since we met Strong feelings and emotions surfaced With a willingness to connect Unsure if your body or your heart wants more You play the game, you chose to ignore Subtlety