A Bag of Thoughts

The mesmerizing castle rose above the- in comparison- tiny village, blindingly towering it. The built of the castle was ancient, it always stood there, never swaying, intimidating against the worst of disasters, invasions or decay. It wasn't owned or inhabited by anyone. It was ominous with various mysteries which were believed to be juxtaposed at this very place. You could tell from the detailed attention given to its structure that, no, this was no mere result of a dream or conjecture. And that the artists had, nevertheless, had been extremely frugal in the making of it. Amazing, almost magical, no? Unfortunately, the village, which was a part of the dazzling architecture, felt threatened by its looming presence in the dark. Though, they never admitted it, they actually enjoyed talking about this castle, despite the siege it put the village under. They made small talk but its influential power was still great. Once night fell, whispers rose. They believed the castle was a pl...

A POEM~ They don't know, nor do they bother, Although, they know the pain demanding to be felt, All rules and regulations over your face they smother, In their eyes they never knelt, But someone tell them to see through, 'I'm fine' is no more valid, It actually refers to bawling in the loo, And then putting on a new layer just like a salad. Don't they notice how many words one's silence can speak? Can't they see that it is not easy for everyone? Shouldn't they acknowledge the fact that, unlike them, some people may be weak? Oughtn't they realize that a small smile doesn't imply that it's alright? Haven't they heard of what a smile can hide, Use of right words and it's called helping, When will they see life isn't simple asa ride? Call themselves kind when they're ignoring those who are there in front- melting. Their words are sharper than any blade, Lord, mercy, tell them what a wron...