Alikeu Thoughts

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...

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

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