A little bit of Shayari!

A Little Hunt for Me. Suddenly everything changed. I found myself realising the vastness of the grassland that lay in front of me. I knew the greatness of the mango tree; I could feel the delicacy of the Gulmohar; I felt the fire blazing flies  as they glided through the long green grass. I found myself, but everything went back to 'normal'! The grassland began to look unimportant. Like a small empty place in the crowded world, The forbidden place, forbidden by all other places. The mango tree shrank until it was just a Mango Tree. Only the Gulmohar remained delicate. It was the only natural element that was still accepted by the unnatural. Presenting itself in Birthdays and Funerals. Possessing orange and red  And also being delicate. I found myself again With amazed eyes, looking at the shadows Of my own bare feet Fighting against the light. Realising all that I had imagined earlier, was real and not imagined; The grassland was vast. The mango tree was great; And the Gulmoha...

She heard the news. Good or bad? It's up to you...

'The ripe one, pick the ripe one', shouted Ahan, a tall, loquacious boy of thirteen. He was addressing Ranbir who was trying his best balancing on the thickest branch of the station's mango tree. Ranbir was a muscular, dark boy, slightly elder than Ahan. He was new in town and Ahan was his first companion. The boys were trying to pick some mangoes before the station master could catch them. The station was a forbidden area. No one actually cared about it. Only the small group of people cared who lived in the small town just opposite to the station. Ahan and Ranbir were from that little town. 'I know what I'm doing. It's just early summer so how do you expect juicy, ripe fruits at this time? Just shut your mouth.', replied Ranbir sourly. Ahan, being annoyed turned to the other side and shouted again. 'Is that Baaz? Hey Baaz! Care for some ripe mangoes?' cried Ahan. When Ranbir heard about the ripe mangoes, he nodded in disbelief.  Baaz, an emaciated b...

Hi, I'm Shayari. I am born and raised in India. I am a high schooler at Carmel and this is my first blog. I'm a Bengali girl and I love and live in Kolkata. I've been here my entire  life. This blog is for me to connect to you so that I can at least try to bring a smile to your face. And I believe that I can bring myself to feel good when I can make someone happy by just being myself.💗