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...

    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...

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