An extract from The Assassin-Rebirth Version

“Hark, Get out of the way!” he screeched at me while I tried to protect the purple clothed Assassin. I didn’t know why I was doing this, saving the man who had murdered my own mother. I could picture him, the same as right now, with the same fury and speed, rushing towards my mother and taking out that loathed weapon, which had shedded many bloods till now, which had drenched in every possible man’s blood, being pushed over my mother’s body, and killing her.  Agony ripped apart me again, filling me with anger and tears.

But there he was, this man who I was saving from Ash’s attack. I figured out that I was not in my senses, and maybe deep lost in a nightmare. Yes. I don’t call these things Dreams. Nightmare is a better word.

“Have you gone crazy Hark? He’s the one who killed your mother!” I was taken back to the reality with Ash’s bellow.

And seconds later, he whipped a knife from his back pocket and threw it in a boomerang style towards the Assassin. A moment passed, and then I lunged towards the Assassin, and came in between him and the knife. And then it hit me. The pain was devasting and I hoped I would die than suffer this pain.

And then it was over, I could feel muffled footsteps running towards me as I was thrown to the ground with my back, the place where the knife had stabbed me. I searched for Ash through my eyes that were now on the verge of shutting off. I saw The Assassin, looking towards me, with huge intent and shocked eyes. The Eyes! I had seen them somewhere. I gasped and then after half a second, I was drifted to silence. 

The Beautiful Bride!

Soft Music, Flowers divine,

Dressed in white, she was now mine,

She looked at me with a hint of smile,

Carrying the scent of roses white.

My heart skipped a beat on seeing such beauty,

Adorned by an overflowing gown so pretty,

With a tiara embedded with sapphire blue,

What made her so beautiful I never knew?

She walked towards me with affection,

Laughed at my dismayed expression,

The crowd gasped with joy and shock,

To see such a bride beauty-locked.

When the ceremony was yet to finish,

And golden words were ready to perish,

“I do” she said in a voice so fine,

I smiled and sighed she was now mine.

The Assassin

“Hark! Get out of the way!” he screeched at me while I tried to protect the assassin. I dint know why I was doing this. Saving the man who had murdered my own mother. “No! Ash No! Don’t harm him! Please I beg you!” I shouted at my friend. “Have you gone crazy Hark? He’s the one who killed your mother!” he shouted back and seconds later a green flash came out of his hand and was directed to the assassin who suddenly stood still, terrified. Wasting no time I rushed towards the man, took a jump and came in between him and the spell. I closed my eyes and it came over to me. In half a second it hit me. I let out a cry and was thrown into the ground. Everything around me blurred and the last picture I saw was the eyes of the man staring and me. The eyes! I had seen them somewhere. And then I closed my eyes and drifted in silence.

“Will he be alright?” someone muttered. “I don’t know I hope so. That spell is very powerful, if he survives then surely he’s a powerful man. It was Ash talking to someone whose voice I couldn’t recognize, I wondered where I was, suddenly it came back to me. Everything that had happened. I realized I must have had fainted. That spell was too powerful. How much time has passed or how many days have gone by from that day the accident happened. Have they killed him? No! I remembered that last thing I had seen that day. His eyes! It was someone I knew! I have seen those eyes, but I couldn’t figure out where? “Oh! Hark! Wake up man!” Ash suddenly called out. “I’m awake Ash” I tried to reply, But words left my mouth.

The Rain

The soft rustle of wind,

The grass trembling in,

A cool breeze in me,

Is forming up within.

I see the million drops of water,

Falling lightly on the grass,

I see the peacock dance nearby,

In the colors of blue and brass.

The sky was a scary grey,

The time was a chilly night,

Welcoming the rain,

 I heard an owl hoot by.

Small water puddles,

Were forming around me,

Splashing and jumping in them,

I saw the children playing with happiness and glee.

The rain washed away everything,

The anguish and the fear in me,

It left my heart fresh,

And happy, clean and free.

Candy Land

I wish I would ever visit a candy land,

I used to pray before going to bed,

With candies, floss and chocolates around,

I wished to be in a similar town.

One day before going to bed,

I wished again for that amazing land,

As I closed my eyes to sleep,

I flew into a lovely dream.

Suddenly I opened my eyes,

Gasping I saw where I was in my dream,

In a candy land I had wished,

I finally gave a smile and flipped.

I started walking down the chocolate mountains,

Tasted and nipped every candy flower in the pathway,

Nearby I saw a river yellow-green,

Filled with vanilla and pistachio cream.

Suddenly I saw a beautiful sight,

A castle made of chocolate white,

With a fountain of strawberry milk,

And everything as soft as silk.

“Wake up” I heard someone saying,

Nudging me when I was yawning,

As I opened my eyes to see,

I heard everyone say Happy Birthday to me!

Mother handed me a box of chocolates,

Sister a pack of colorful candies,

And Dad a brick of vanilla ice-cream

I sighed and suddenly remembered my dream.

Newborn

I open my eyes and see the sky,
I wonder where am i and why?
In a nest hung on a branch of tree,
Free from all the animals beneath.


The river i see below my nest,
Sparkling like some occasional fest,
Nearby sitting is a man drawing,
Looking towards me and yawning.


I flap my wings and decide to fly,
But without any confidence i'm afraid to try,
I see the horizon and wonder,
What must be more to see and why?


In the curiosity i close my eyes,
Flap my wings and try to act like the flies,
Suddenly i open my eyes,
Hung in midair, I succeed in flying.


I pass the many flowers beneath,
Feel the soft and cool breeze,
Reaching to my destination, The river,
I approach the man with fear and a shiver.


Reaching there i look upon the drawing,
Gasping i see what he was drawing,
A little bird with colorful wings,
I see how pretty i am , staring at him

I wish I was a child again

Those days and happy moments,

Grabbing my mother's hand when i used to went,

To circus or to the bugs bunny show,

When i was a little child and slow.

I wish i was a child again!

I used to play with blocks,

Stare at the clocks,

Cry a little when,

My efforts went in vain.

I wish i was a child again!

I used to love Barbie,

And has a Teddy's army,

And used to sleep with my mom at night,

And listen to her lovely rhymes.

I wish i was a child again!

Today when i have grown up,

I realize with all this pressure,

Childhood was a time,

The best one of our life,

And i know i'll always say,

I wish i was a child again!

Dinner With the Dwarves

The wedding was approaching. “No mischief, and no wailing for anything between the ceremonies”, Lily had warned. “I swear I’ll not” Rick cried out from his room.

Rick was a 7 year old, had a lot of imagination and was very naughty. It was a hard day for him, as today was the day everyone was waiting for, the marriage of Rick’s cousin Rosalie. Everyone was busy, in something or the other. Someone decorating the garden, while someone managing the cuisine. People were rushing past him from here to there.

Rick’s mom had gone to the market to buy Rosalie some good clothes and a sparkling wedding dress. Evening at 8, the moment came when everyone gathered to see the bridegroom enter. He was seated upon a horse and there was loud music playing in baground. Rick was staring the scene with curious eyes. But in the loud music, amidst the bright lights something cached his eyes, something moving, it was a creature, quite snakelike, with a hint of red color moving towards the back lawn. Rick followed it to the backyard. In the backyard, there were no lights, just darkness. Amidst the dark, Rick saw the creature clearly. To his shock, it was a dragon, a red dragon. It had red skin, sparkling blue eyes, just like diamonds. For a moment Rick watched it shockingly. Then again, the dragon moved towards a well present below the dark bushy trees. Rick had never seen this well, never before. He had spend complete 7 years in this house but had never ever seen this well. This hole was of the right size of Rick. He crept inside it and began to go down, and realized that it was really a long well.

Suddenly he saw a light deep down and began to rush towards it. There was a bright light and when he opened his eyes, all he saw was a land with dragons and dwarfs. He saw the red dragon, present beside him. Suddenly the dragon twitched and enlarged to form a dwarf of his size.

“Hey”, he exclaimed, “I am Orik, and you must be Rick?”. “Ye-s-s I-I am R-rick, b-ut I ‘m afraid I don’t know what’s going on, Can you explain me pl-eas-e?” Rick managed to speak.”.“Yea sure” the dwarf replied laughingly while Rick’s eyes popped out at his response. “This place is called Carvahall; we dwarves live here from a long time. When one of the dwarves discovered your world above, we used to visit it occasionally and by forming over selves a dragon, so that no one spots us. We don’t bring any harm to you and want to befriend you as we know you are a good person” he explained.

“Oh! Okay! That’s cool! I hope we’ll be good friends, but I am hungry right now and want to go to my world and eat” Rick murmured. “Don’t worry. We have got a lot of things for you to eat”. At once many dwarves came and asked Rick to sit and enjoy eating. One by one different kinds of food came, wines, juices, mushrooms and chicken”. Rick ate to his heart’s content and appreciated the food a lot of times. “Thank you so much Orik, I am sorry I have to go now as todays my cousin’s wedding.” “Sure Rick! We would love to see you again” Orik exclaimed.

“Rick! Where were you? And why are you smelling like you had mushrooms? Oh god! Did you start the food already? Huh bad manners Rick, I told you once the ceremony ends, and then the food is started! Now go! And sit next to your dad” Rick mother shouted angrily.

“Yes mom!” he replied happily.

The Curse of the Crooked clock

Once again Joanna ended up at the library among the antique and dusty books. Exams were over and Joanna wanted to have fun, but as her buddy Mark had been for vacations, she got too bored until her parents suggested her to try the library. And now within some days she was so addicted to the books that she skipped the idea of staying home for a longer period of time.

“Joanna, at least come for the lunch” her mother requested her one such day. “Mom! Cant you send it here please, we are just blocks apart” Joanna suggested. She dint liked the idea of being interrupted when she was reading a good novel. This morning she had began with ‘the Curse of the crooked clock’ by anonymous. The book was an antique and the author’s name was not mentioned. Right now, she was reading the first chapter that mentioned about a girl who has entered an antique place and had seen a crooked clock hanging on a wall whose arrows at striking 12 used to tremble and the environment next to her started blurring and she founded herself in a dark alley with only a pen-torch with her.

The phone rang again,” hello, Oh mom! Yes! Ok! But why? Yes m coming!” she muttered to her mother and then hung up. She placed the book on the table and walked home. Reaching home she got so shocked and excited that she could barely think about the book or the library. Her best buddy Mike had come from his vacations and had brought her a lot of sweets and chocolates including a pen-torch.” I got it on the plane back”. Take it I don’t need it” mike said while handling her. ”yea thanks” she cried with excitement. For the next 3 days, she was one of the busiest and happiest people on Earth. Mike and Joanna used to play the whole day.

One night it so happened that she went through her jeans for placing it into the laundry and found the pen torch .She kept it on the bed and went off for dinner. Late that night she switched the lights off and went to sleep. As she was lying on her bad, she took the pen torch and switched its light on. A golden light lit on. She directed it towards the ceiling and saw a shape being formed. At first she dint recognize it and then she saw the face of the same girl who was there in the cover page of the book ‘The curse of the crooked clock’. To her horror letters started forming and then a sentence.

                              “Save me Joanna, return to the library

                                    Save me from the crooked clock”

The words were still for a moment and then disappeared leaving behind only a golden light. Joanna rubbed her eyes hoping that it was a simple nightmare but realized that it was true.

Next day, with the memory clear in her head, she rushed for breakfast, got dressed up and went off to the library with the pen-torch hanging from her pocket. Reaching there she saw everything at place which she was not expecting to be. The clock was far away to the hall but it was perfectly rounded, not at all crooked. “Weird magic”, Joanna muttered to herself while searching the book which she had placed days back on the table. But unfortunately the book was not present there. She further searched every possible place where the book could be, still no success. At last she decided to inspect the place where the clock was hanging. She went towards the clock and found and small and thin pathway, with dull lights hanging from above. ‘Should I go in there?” she thought to herself. There was no door at the beginning of pathway, so getting trapped was impossible. She glanced at the clock and once again and something caught her eyes. On a near shelf, a lot of dusty books were kept. But among the dusty books was a red jacketed one kept and she realized that it was the same mysterious book ‘The Curse of the Crooked Clock’. She rushed to ward the shelf and picked it up. “Yes! It is the same book”, she exclaimed. She was not only excited but a little part of her was scared about what will happen next.

After a moment she skipped the idea of examining the pathway. Rather she considered reading the book further, as she was getting mad to know about what was going to happen next. As soon as she went towards her favorite place to read, she opened the book to the second chapter and continued reading.

I was curious to know what was happening, I had never seen this dark alley before, and it was weird in its own way. I fought with my fears and decided to go inside. I took my first step and then finally I found myself walking. The light from the opening behind me was gradually fading and after a few minutes I found myself in a dimmed lighted black alley. “Anyone there”, I murmured shivering as it started becoming cold. The temperature was dropping with every step I was taking. After a while my eyes caught a hint of a yellow light far away. I rushed towards it and found myself on a street. I saw people in black coats. It was cold, really cold. And it was the coldest time of the day. It was evening 7 or 8. I could guess by the absence of stars in the sky above.

“Excuse me Ma’am”, a young voice asked me from behind. At first I flinched and then turned around to see a young boy nearly of 11 or 12, his eyes were of a crimson color and his hair were a shade of golden. Looking at his features, he seemed to be English. So I was in a British country I guessed. Judging his clothes, he seemed to be belonging to a middle class family, maybe a farmer’s son. “Yes?” I asked. “It is so cold and you are without a sweater or a coat. I saw you just appeared from somewhere, as if you were invisible and then suddenly you became visible. Are you the goddess of heaven?” he asked, while I was so shocked at the answer he wanted of. “Oh! No! I’m not the goddess  

What's a life without soccer?-Poem

Don’t have an idea of cricket grasshopper,

But what’s a life without soccer.

It’s really not a waste of time,

Even if 45 minutes is one half time.

Don’t you know the top players silly?

Soccer is the source where from they get many pennies.

I think you envy the game,

And even if you do then you’re lame.

At last I just want to say for my rest,

East or West soccer is the best.