Alikeu Thoughts

All through those ocean tides, I dived in between those colourful skies. Symmetrical patterns of colours so bright, in that beauty of sun and shine. There was a story in each of them, Some filled with grief while some dipped in a plea. I could go through all of them, captured in the beauty of eyes, looking for faith and wise time. Some eyes feared to share, Some embedded their story deep in here. This ocean filled all these jewels in his ambushed chambers with grace. Some of them floated on the surface, with clear norms and goals. While some were dug deep beyond all these, false and narrow-minded thoughts There I found a story within those, Sparkling little beings. A call for help ran through them, But their silence kept them hidden in shame. This ocean is wide not for the cause of its size, but for the reason of it being my eyes.♥ -Nistha Goel

A short story of a shell's life which will fill you with fascination.....♥ Start to read to fall in love indeed. A Sea Shell I remember Without a Pearl in its Chamber, A tiny little one it was, With weeps in its core. Lying near the corals without any morals, There lived a shell waiting for its pearl’s arrival. A useless thing it became, for every diver who came. No one could expect, No one could gain, From that empty soul under an ugly spell. It came with a melancholy strain, And was about to die as a blue stone in vain. But who knew it had been blessed, with God's grace on his head. There came a pearl with a great thrill, It gave the shell a glare with an arrogant flare,    And made its world, A better place to live in. But who knew this smile didn't take birth, A violent storm came, Which in apace took everything away. Its life turned scowl in that watery wraith. No tarry was made in that dreary wave, l...

His smile remarks his strength, But eyes speaks his grief. A story longing to reach, lies embedded in him. His Visage is not one of those special kinds, But truly he has a force too, positive on his side. He isn't my love but a person, with whom I daydream. A beautiful bond of respect lies in between, Keeping my soul attached to his. without any madness. My love for him is endless, This paper be a lot more patient, and carry my legacy of depthness. But I fear how far will it go. would I be able to keep? All that embedded in me or will it be out leaving me in grief?                                                          .........                                                   ...

    They are dumb but have feelings,  They are helpless but can do anything,  They are many but not so many,  Some of them are extinct but then also more are killed.  Save them, Save them from humans!  Or else soon a mother would say once there lived lions. Preserve them before all of them extinct,  Preserve them before all non-vegetarians extinct,  Preserve them before the whole food chain extinct,  Also, Preserve them before this whole world extinct.  Don’t be so merciless,  Don’t be so hard-hearted,  Start loving them and taming them as your pet  They are not to be cursed, they are to be loved.  They are not to be tested, they are to be valued.  Their hard work is not to be forgotten which give you ease.  Their products are not to be forgotten which give you food to eat.  The time is still not gone, gone should be your hatred for animals.  Start...

A fresh mind with a pure soul always builds castles of thoughts, solutions, and memories.  Each day we have new plans, ideas and stories which some of us register while some not. Those things which we leave behind may turn out to be a wonderful moral in life. I write different things not just because of my hobby but because of  my urge to secure my memories  and thoughts which people could read and find things common in their mind. Life is the best teacher and guide , that are we who learn or not want to learn. Problems may have variety but your solutions shall have creativity. Rather than cursing the darkness, light a candle by your side. Read my writs to understand the depth of life. From a soul to the other, Nistha Goel

Fourteen years is a long journey,  which starts with a weep,  and ends in a confident future grinning.  After the fingers of my mother's hand,  to a teacher's chalk in her hand,  She taught me ABCD and some formula from which I ran,  All in my ideal school with a pen in my hand.  In whichever field I shall go,  I'll carry the morals of my school,  And teachers' guides right inside my soul.  Like an extra backbone behind me,  My school has filled the confidence and power to fight,  this huge world without any battle indulging me.  A student wished for a different language other than English and Hindi,  So their the school provided students with foreign languages,  And made no field left untouched in this ideal school of mine.  In no aspect of life, it has made me lack,  whether it be science sports or the computer tricks I cracked.  The academics were not the only an...

She approached me with a long face, and spoke to me in that crowded place. Her life is a puzzle, she said just like a fish in an empty puddle. Her hard work was undebatable still, her success was not reachable. All those recollections feared, not her but her deep inner. I could make out with no doubt, a solution from me is what she scouts. Remember friend I said, Never to lose hope in front of any success slope, Never to lose confidence in front of any hindrance. Failures are many but none stays, Between you and your aims. A bright Sun you are removing,  all your dreary moons apart. A spark ran through her face, with her brows getting plane, when I ended up my say with this note as her way. You failed today, to forever be the "WINNER OF YOUR GAME"                                   -Nistha Goel

I am sick of all of it Filled with distress My heart cries in me Doing all of it I need to beg in this Criticism filled this air. No care no sympathy matters I am punished without any shudders Directions fade away in pain and all my dearest go in vain. Oh Mighty! I failed your aims, while building castles of fame. Filled with distractions all around I am still trying to burn them all down and I know I can do it Well I know I will do... By Nistha Goel

Woody are these streets, Woody are my ways, Guarding are these trees, Haunted is this place. Hazy is this air, Foggy is my mind, No one I can hear, No one I can find. Nothing is here or there except more of these trees. Ease I feel with birds A worry I feel with this silence. Someone stares at me but ops! It’s the tree, Someone glares me but ops! It’s the birds which flee. My ways are lonely and scaring, But my goals are hoping and caring. Neither I will die nor will I be fired, One day my worries will end & I will be admired... By Nistha Goel