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Author Archives: Aabha
Threads of Hope
Under the weight of heat and exhaustion, she continues with quiet determination, holding on to something unseen. Each small effort carries a deeper meaning, one that speaks of resilience, hope, and a future she refuses to give up on.
Friends
I think everyone has that one friend who is equal parts annoying and unforgettable. They make life harder in the funniest ways, but somehow it wouldn’t be the same without them. While writing this poem, I couldn’t stop thinking of a few people and maybe you’ll think of yours too.
My Best
A young boy struggles with a quiet longing, watching others receive what he cannot. When a small opportunity appears, hope sparks within him, leading to a moment that promises to change how he feels, if only briefly.
The Last Day
In a serene setting, Janet recites a poem on the last day of school but panics when she loses her watch. Returning to an eerie classroom, she witnesses bizarre transformations of her teachers, sparking unsettling thoughts about unfulfilled wishes.
Brace Up
This poem was written by Aabha during her braces treatment. A phase that came with its share of discomfort, questions, and quiet courage. Like any child, she felt nervous and unsure at first, but she chose to turn her experience into words. What started as a tough moment became a small act of creativity andContinueContinue reading “Brace Up”
The ‘cat-a-pard’
During a hiking trip, Louis adopted a cat he named Buttercup, only to discover at the vet that she is a baby leopard. He must now hand her over to forest officers, reflecting on his unexpected adventure.
Christmas Animal
Leah awakens on Christmas morning, calls for her cat Whiskers, and discovers a surreal scene where pets are dressed for the holidays while humans remain frozen. Whiskers reveals a shocking family secret before Leah finds herself back in her living room.
Learning to Pause
Narrator: “MOOOOM! No offence, this tastes disgusting!” Ziva wrinkled her face at the yellow gloop that filled her bowl, patiently waiting to be eaten. “It’s inedible! MOM?” Fingers flying in a haze, clicking furiously on the laptop; golden-brown tangled hair (which any bird would mistake for a comfortable nest); pursed lips; eyes darting from theContinueContinue reading “Learning to Pause”
And The Bell Rings
Thirty-four pairs of eyes stared, focused and unblinking,While break time was the only thing they were thinking. The teacher was taken aback; chaos always greeted her;She ignored it, though; this was what she preferred. The class was in a stupor as the teacher droned on,And only occasionally did a student get up to yawn. TheContinueContinue reading “And The Bell Rings”