The Day Has Not End Yet

The day has not yet end
The tide has toughened
My will has resigned
But still…
Hope warms my heart

The day has not end yet
The river seems to be wide
Justifies my logical mind
But still…
Faith brightens my heart

The dark shadows turn into a whisper
But asks the conscience not to waver

Faith, hope and a voice within
It seems like..
May be the day has only begin

—Khadija Begum

Note: Kayla and Brian’s work has inspired this poem..
Do check it out
Brian –
Kayla – http://taylorkaylaj.blogspot.in/2014/06/trusting-wind.html?spref=fb

A Day without my Cellphone – A Day without Air

I woke up to the most lonely and emotionally devastating day of my life. The first thing I do when I open my eyes is grab my phone. It’s safe to say that I believe it’s an extension of my hand, and a very cool extension at that. However, this morning it was gone.

My friends just have to go to KFC every sunday. I have had so much Kentucky Fried Chicken that it feels like every drop of my bIood is kentucky fried chicken. Now eating a kentucky fried chicken seems like canabalism. I promised my little friend I would spend some valuable time with her today and now she’s gone. The problem is I don’t remember where I left her. Going through my bag only revealed a full bunch of already used bus tickets I save to fool the conductor in order to save money, the smell of my rotting  lunch and the sad excuses of education, people call textbooks. Seriously, except for the simple addition and substraction I am going to use  while shopping and that too until I win my 1 billion lottery, how is maths helpful to me? And don’t even get me started about science; do I really want to know I have a colony of bacteria living on and in my body? I don’t think so.If I wasn’t so tired last night then Suzy would be safely in my hands. Just the thought of somebody else violating her makes me sick.

Okay, I’m at school and Suzy still hasn’t popped up. I have to search quickly because the principle could be here any minute. I may have punched a guy who was super cute until he told me to forget my “stupid phone”. Nobody talks that way about Suzy! She’s my companion. She plays me songs when I’m sad and she loves to take pictures of me. I even remember the day I got her. Suzy looked at me through her one eye (camera) and we made a solid connection. I was there the first time she vibrated and sang her first ringtone. And stupid! If there is anything stupid, it’s him.
Does he have eyes in front and also behind his head?
Can he or any postman on Earth deliver a message like in 3 seconds?
Can he stay in their homes and follow them around, and get me more information about people I stalk at the comfort of my home and just a push of a button of my phone?
Can he make me look 50 kilos lighter or like Angelina Jolie like my phone does using 100 different kinds effects? Believe me, all the make up in the world and squats couldn’t….
Suzy  , my Tablet and the internet connection is like the Trinity to me. I celebrate their solemnity each day.Anyway, my desk is clean. For a moment my heart skips a beat as I hear Suzy calling me. I distinctly remember changing her ringtone to Wrecking Ball on Tuesday and now she is screaming for help. I look around the corridor to see where she is. I should’ve known, that skank Michelle has it. She’s looking down and smiling, it has to be her. Michelle had been stalking Suzy since day one and I don’t care if she’s my best friend.

Security escorted me out and Miss.spoke-to-inanimate-objects-till-18 yrs old might be pressing charges. I’d rather not say why. I’m not satisfied that she doesn’t have anything to do with it though. I’m retracing my steps from last night and I just can’t remember what I did with her. It’s killing me slowly. Wait a minute, now I remember. My friend called while I was getting into bed and then I fell asleep. The bed! I’m coming Suzy, mommy is coming! I throw all the pillows and sheets off, nothing. Then I hear it. The faint sound of Miley Cyrus coming from……between the bed and the wall. Thank heaven, Suzy you’re safe. I don’t know if we will ever graduate, but at least we are together again.

Feeling bleh ( v_v )

The world with all it's might
Is still sketchy and volatile

The mind with all it's power
Is still a cage and I  it's prisoner

If strength is what we need
We have got it indeed

Yet, as the days pass
I become lonelier
And the world gets messier

Her Smile

Aiz had to throw himself out of the bus. He heard the driver make a scornful remark which was followed by the giggles and laughs of his bus-mate bullies.

He fell on his right leg and sat there trying to push back his tears. He thought may be he should say about the bullies and the driver to her like he said about Ken.

He cursed the driver for not stopping the bus, had a look at his bruised palms and decided not tell her anything. Ken looked scared today and ran away at the sight of Aiz. May be she was too stern.

The thought of her erased all the traces of his horrible day at school from his mind and somehow brought a smile on his face. She would be at home, waiting for him.

He grabbed his bag and picked himself up. But fell down immediately. After a little while, he found balance and walked his way to home with a slight limp. Eventhough, his body hurt and his heart beat with a frenzied rush, his mind was at ease knowing he had found a friend. She was different but she listened to him like no other and smiled at him like no other. He loved that smile, her smile. It did’nt reach her eyes but atleast it did not show any comtempt, cruelty, smugness or sometimes even pity like million others.

By the time he reached home, his heart too found calm and expect the sharp, intense and irritating sensations of his palms and knees, everything felt right.

He pushed open the front door and called out to his mom. He scattered his shoes, socks and bag all over the place, and got ready to throw some tantrums. Meanwhile, there was no response.

He turned into the hallway and opened his mouth to yell out to his mom but what came out was the low sound of a harsh and hollow breath. His heart began with a frienzied rush again but this time it was not agitation and frustration, it was fear and desperation.

He saw his parents in an awkward, face-down position on the floor, surrounded by a lot of red. But before even he could register everything wholly, he saw her emerge from one of the rooms.

Her hands were behind her and when she looked up, she met his eyes with that same vacant stare and had that same smile. And  her smile did’nt seem so friendly anymore.

She said,”They didn’t believe you….”

—–Khadija Begum