pulchra_poetica

 It is a waning moon It is an eclipsed sun It is a dying star It is a promise  It is a sinking ship It is a plummeting citadel It is the deceitful quicksand It is an ephemeral eternity It is a mortal immortality It is a truthful lie It is a promise  It is a perfidious allegiance  It is all but permanent It is a deafening whisper It is a sighing gale It is a dishonest fidelity It is an evergreen autumn It is the scorching ice It is an undead ghost It is an uncertain certainty It is an insincere sincerity It is the nothingness of everything It is a varying constant It is an abhorrent love It is an indifferent compassion It is an evanescent chapter in an incessant chronicle. It is a promise. ~Ananyaa Joshi

                                                             AN ACCIDENTAL SALVATION       The day began like any other; Riya was late for school as usual and her mother hurried her on. She had her breakfast hastily and started for school. The school had planned a field trip to the Bhigwan Wetlands for the students with the aim of acquainting them with nature. This was Riya’s worst nightmare. As she thought about how she hated marshes, the bitter memory of being pushed into the mud crossed her mind. She dismissed the memory as her friends dragged her towards the wetland. Riya, however refused to step out of the bus and looked out the window at her classmates as they milled around the lake. The visit soon came to an end and the group headed back to school. A few days hence when Riya and her parents were on t...