Creative Scribbles

 Hi Brave Dragons! Haha, I decided on a nickname (temporary) for you all. How did you like that? Let me know in the comments. Today's post is about a POEM I wrote about heartbreak and unputdownable feelings that once developed can't be shaken. Yay! It is a poem that's hard to decipher, sorry for my heart to be a straight maze of complicated turns. Ahem, so here you go: Give me all your sorrow and grief. I might be the one you hate, I'll give you all my relief. Just once; I know it's too late. Don't carry this burden, dearie, you'll hurt me only more. I will help you with your misery. Take my hand, yes, from the core. I might not be much of use, but I can lighten your heart. I might not be whom you choose, but I was with you from start. I'll do anything for your sake. No matter what decision you make, I will be there for you. I'll always love you. (PS: Look forward to more of my poems.  (づ￣ ³￣)づ )

 As they advanced towards the bush, they found a rabbit munching on his breakfast. 'That's a rabbit.' Moin said. 'It is so beautiful!' Happy jumped up. 'Shh!' Moin hushed. 'You are making much noise.' 'Oops!' he said. The rabbit chewed the last bite of his breakfast and burped. Happy gave a pleasing look to Moin. A plantlet appeared near the rabbit's tail. The rabbit's yawn had a special place in Moin's heart. Suddenly, the rabbit's ears pricked up. He started running from a particular direction. 'It's the hunters.' Moin warned. 'Come with me, Happy.' 'Okay.' Happy followed. After reaching home, Moin climbed the roof and spread some branches all over the treehouse. 'Who are they?' Happy asked struggling to sit on chair. 'Hunters!' he replied. 'They kill animals and sell their body parts.' 'They kill animals?' Happy's worried look worried Moin. 'Don't worry...

It climbed Moin's house. Moin came panting. 'This thing dropped from the sky,' he mumbled, 'and he broke into my house? Come back!' When he climbed up, he found the little thing sitting on a chair. 'What's your name?' he asked. But it didn't respond, but tilted its head towards him. 'I don't know what language you understand, but' Moin said, 'are you lost?' He pointed at it and tried to look in every direction, which symbolised that something or someone is lost. 'My name's Happy,' it spoke, 'I am not lost. I like your house.' 'Oh!' Moin exclaimed. 'So, you can speak my language, right?' Happy tilted his head, which Moin translated as 'yes'. 'Are you some kind of angel?' He asked. 'Of course not!' Happy replied. 'I am here to find friends.' 'So,' Moin asked, 'don't you have friends?' 'No,' Happy said, looking...

1. Forest Are you ready for a ride with me? Your only tour guide, Moin Khan, is here to introduce you to the above-mentioned photo. Hold your mind! Keep track of me! And don't forget to enjoy it! :) Ride On the count of three, okay? Inhale! Relax! 3...2...1! Go! Get up. We have reached our destiny. Wonderful, isn't it? Now, take a deep breath. Feeling good? The mist has shrouded the entire forest. The tall trees seem to grow evermorely. Here, touch the bark. Isn't it draped in a blanket of water? When I smell the bark, I am reminded of my childhood tree. What do they remind you of? Now, slowly feel the bark. How is it? Lovely? Healing? Now, lean your ears against one of the trees, and try to hear the heartbeat. Did you hear? No? Try once more. You will hear the beats, the beats made of love. Do you feel connected to the tree? And now, listen to the heartbeats. Did you? I listened to them. I heard the tree say, "Brother...slaughtere...

Walk the Forest Walking in the dense forest of elephantic trees, I sensed a feeling of belongingness. The belongingness, that had been since my birth, which, I just discovered. I feel connected to it; connected to every living thing around. The lushness swims in my eyes. The green trees are home to several living beings. The cool blanket of air has surrounded me. It makes me elated. My soul is shouting with joy. The smile on my face is so natural! As I walk on the soil, I feel the softness of earth. The soil seems a part of me. The more I walk, the more homely I feel. As I touch the leaves, fresh droplets fall from it upon my dry skin. As I run my fingers over the barks, they (fingers) get cold and sweet. All this enhances my spirit. The air is filled with the fragrance of leaves, flowers and love. No perfume can compete with this fragrance. This place seems so welcoming, for, this is my home. When I open my mouth, the mintiness in the air fills my tongue. I feel...