He's not the sea. He's the storm, or not even that. He's not her world but the centre of her very own universe. From the crack of the dawn, She knew her eyes would flow rivers. But, his eyes were worth it all.
He isn't bad. He has just disguised himself as a devil. Destroying people. For her, he's a mystery. Which she's trying to solve since a lifetime. He's like an awkward silence between two people who have a lot to give away. There's something strange about him. Actually not something but everything. Knowing him is like counting the stars in the endless sky. No matter ** much you try, you can never count. Yet, counting stars is her favourite hobby. However difficult it is, to be with him, against his conformity. It gives her weird happiness. All those tears given by him are as precious as he is.
He's a beautiful, beautiful thing. Inhuman.
And, she's a mere ordinary girl fighting to get a place in his unsolved puzzle. Just desiring his presence, She often get summoned by enormous awe. He's something more than she can ever have. But still, she won't ever, ever give up. And will never regret this because he's everything she ever thought of.
-Vanshika
1/3/16
2:07am

People said he was bad, very bad or even worse. He was known to be distrustful, heartless. But she was never convinced by this. She fought with them. Never let them speak a word against him. She found goodness in his wickedness. For her, he was different. The best. He could never see her love. He played, every time. Hurt her more than anyone else could. Never left any chance to destroy her. Still, she saw something good. Thinking may be all this was done for her good. May be he cared enough to send her away before he left. She loved him unconditionally with just one hope, that one fine day, life will find its way, he will change for her. He will love her the way she does. And now, she's afraid that may be this is her biggest fault. Never will he change, instead she'll loose herself over hope.
-Vanshika
3/2/16
3:27am

A cup of coffee
And a book in my hands
Held open to read and relax
I make the space a little cosy
So that, I can imagine and trace
What the author has to say

The light is still on
And I am excitedly awake
To learn experiences
by Flipping pages
I have no idea
how more books it will take
To motivate me to write
And put together different stages

I know and have already realised
There is a lot of power in ink
According to what authors write
Few are awarded and others are criticized

I wish to write one day
Something that shakes the world
Luminary, aspiring and encouraging
Thoughts of all, together what holds

I tell myself
"Pick Up the Pen"
And start by writing a phrase
Write one and you will gradually write ten
And the trick goes this way

I am young but have a dream
To inspire one and all
I want to pen down
The deepest truths of life
Existing on this mega ball

Through what I write
I want to tell all
"Pick up the pen"
Ink down what you feel is right
Something that has your thoughts

Imperfection will come your way
But when practice runs-a-bout
Stick to it and stay
You will then be different from the crowd.

Written by- Vanshika Atri