Shelley Mishra

  Image source: Freepik  28th of April 2023 Friday Dear Diary, Today, I wish to look back and relive the day of my class 12 Farewell. It was unlike other days for me, it was a day of mixed emotions or simply the overlapping feelings of both bliss and resentment. Why the resentment? It was because I was still a teenager who was determined to remember everything and somehow relate it to my life story in future. From the past four or five years, most of my friends and classmates had eagerly awaited the ‘Farewell day’ for various reasons; some looked forward to it for the fact that they would have the opportunity to groom themselves as young women instead of that like little girls, some were excited for the fact that they would get to be at the centre stage for a day and some simply loved the idea because an eventful day would give them a chance to be with their friends for more hours than usual. But I had never found it exciting, I had always thought that when my time would come,...

  Dated: 26th of March 2023 It was a cold and gloomy day. March had arrived but the cloudy skies concealed the sunshine. The sunshine seemed persistent to somehow make its way through the darkest of clouds, but unfortunately, its efforts seemed to go in vain. The gardens seemed lifeless, there were no chatters, no music and no chaos. Yes, I had been so accustomed with chaos in my everyday life that its absence seemed queer.  I was still my usual self, a self-engrossed, quiet teenager who loved to do everything according to her whims and fancies, but still, was concerned about what others’ perceptions about me were. The cold weather encouraged me to step into the library. The books on the shelves seemed to invite me with their arms wide open. I searched a lot but couldn’t find the book that I looked for. The students around, looked at me. Those peculiar looks made me feel uneasy. I picked up another book and began my quest for knowledge. Upon the completion of my work, I left t...

Picture source: pexels.com Dated: 26th of February 2023 With tears in her gleaming eyes  Fatigue on her youthful face  The free tresses tied up  The eternal smile concealed by a mask Young Sarah, walked at a slower pace  She was lost, spoke to none, felt that she wasn’t made for the worldly race Tears rolled down her eyes whenever she prayed Her soul questioned the creator, for he had made her different She wanted to escape this big world She wanted to create her own little, merry world  Where she would lovingly embrace her mother for eternity Where the sun would give warmth and tranquility  It was another day when she felt different  Different from the devious souls who resided in the world around Wet eyes gave a peek into her past and the future  Yet the radiant smile was always ready to endure  The sun shone bright upon her lustrous brown locks  The warmth ignited the ever still rocks Appeared an entity bedecked by the sunshine  ...

  Picture source: pexels.com Dated: 17th of February 2023 At a new place   Away from my comfort space Inquisitive eyes seemed to look at me There was something new about me, which they tried to perceive silently  I, the seemingly aloof one, didn’t wish to talk or laugh “New friends aren’t found easily.” I sighed I felt lost, alone and different from everyone around Stumbled along corridors at places where I would find myself solaced  As I struggled to find a friend to fill me with cheer and bliss I came across an amicable entity, she welcomed me with wide arms  The new place was not friendly, yet the entity was quiet and bright  She introduced herself as a soul that had affection for every beautiful thing that could be read She didn’t look like me, but her soul, was like me She lovingly  called herself, “Library”  She was my first friend  At a place that was indifferent  She shone bright every morning and eagerly waited till I ...

  Picture source: Pinterest  Dated: 25th of January 2023 Tired face, bulged eyes, paining limbs and a longing heart  All clutched onto Sierra’s feeble body that could no longer bear the brunt Every look into the mirror mocked her for unfulfilled dreams  Every silver lock that descended from the head onto the brush elicited how old she was  Every moment of silent weeping scoffed her for the risks she refused to take For the valour she refused to demonstrate in the fear of reputes and retakes This was another visit to the mirror and of brushing her silken locks Unlike the usual silver hair that resided on the brush, a black hair gently touched the surface Her eyes gleamed, tears rolled down, her spirits soared I t was a shiny black hair this moment  Before she could revel in it, the black hair shone The hair swayed in feather like waves, glowed like a diamond embedded crown Sierra again looked into the mirror, her smile became wide It was a young face, radian...

  A self clicked picture which I found appropriate for the poem  Dated: 31st of December 2022 Sandra peeped out the window, at the flakes that adorned the hillside  Eyes housed her tears that fell on the panes with noise that was slight  Her heart was heavy, her eyes were tired  Nineteen year old Sandra, still, felt perplexed  She looked forward to a brighter tomorrow, which, never was, dark She frowned at the bitter today which actually, was lighted by a spark  She was cold, she was quiet, lost in her thoughts of good people  Until she heard a knock that was feeble  “The light’s here. Let me in. It’s cold outside. I’m here for you.” She looked up, the eyes, still wet, shone like sun kissed dew Sandra, opened her window to find a gleaming entity Bedecked by apparels that seemed magical and silvery His eyes had a divine light  Gaze capable of blinding the sight  Held his palms near her eyes to catch every tear that fell He asked, “Is...