Nidhi Katoch blog

So, Tell me how do you feel when you see me smiling?  They think that I'm happy,  maverick, spoiled, beguiling.  Do you think the same, when you hear my name?  You know me since the day we gained consciousness,  I was looking for sun rays in my cloudy trodden shed,  And you were bathing  under the sun And Having fun!  When I took out my  old white sheet of paper  filled it with my choice of colors,  Because I wasn't allowed to enjoy the summer. You know me since inception You know my tears, fears and how I faced deception.  Tell me, Do you  really want to put yourself in my shoe? Tell me...

I keep on scribbling now and then, here and there. I know these can't be considered as full story or poem but I think sometimes it's okay to post them raw, as they've been written, flawed, incomplete. I'm leaving you with this kind of piece, hope you'll like it. With Love.  As I enter the room door I feel someone shuts the door behind me Whenever I turn back to see There's no one How could that possible if I feel the presence  of someone, presence of human But where is he! or she...  Unknown arms embrace me  so hard I start to suffocate  I wish to cry  Try to ask for help But my voice deceives me  My hands fall numb  Feet are paralyzed Sun has reached the horizon The unknown arms aren't ready to leave me I've stopped trying  It's ease now  I'm enjoying it  Soon with slumber  will come to me with fairies  and take me to the clouds on hthe higher world.

 "This place is so beautiful. It must have looked more aesthetic at night." I thought to myself, convinced that I would never be able to enjoy the grace of night like the others do. Who are the others, I know not. I just know I'm not one of them.  "I'm sitting here, on the wooden floor. On the other side of wall, there were innumerable stairs and doors. Concrete, wood and glass, that's all I can see in the sunlight. I only want to see night and it's might. " I wrote in my diary.  I again mused, "When I was inside the four walls, I wanted to fly high. Now, I'm out and scared of sky. I'm running the race in my head, constantly, at a very high pace. Time has struck me hard with it's mace." "In the breast of sky, I saw a bird was flying. It had slow down it's speed as the winds were opposing. It came to the place where I was sitting. Took the food, how much was important, left the rest behind." "Do I really know, ...