"I can shake off everything as I write; my sorrows disappear, my courage is reborn."
- Anne Frank
It wasn't just simply said, "A pen is mightier than sword." As the writers hold their pens, they don't just write. They create a whole new world. A wor...
Written by angelshiva Winner: The WARRIORS OF INK Contest - SET 1 (Category: 2-4 years)
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BLURB
"Just touch my soul Kiss my scars, Hum with me The mellifluous timber of vows Ooh Darling, Please! Heal my heart. "
Scars are the part of our life but what matters is the purest soul hiding behind that blemished heart.
He was the broken heart with bruised past and she was a cheerful girl.
If he was the withered root then she was a Blooming flower.
If his past was the bed of thrones stinging his heart then her spirit was a garden of lavenders -- full of innocence and purity healing his wounds.
This is the story of Arnik meeting his lavender garden - Pearl Amble.
Will she be the healer to his wounded heart?
Will he be able give himself a chance?
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HEAL MY HEART
"Arnik, Arnik...", Aunt was yelping for me. I could feel that inflating tension in her voice but I couldn't stop there. I just couldn't , it's eating me up. I just want to run, run and reach somewhere farthest from this place. Being here is suffocating, "Why always me? Why was he there? After so many years, We met and like this!! Why??" I yelled, looking up at sky as if complaining to the God.
Wiping away my tears, I gathered myself and ran towards the orphanage - my peaceful home. Till yesterday, I used to ask God, "Why you took her away? You could have taken me too. At least then I wouldn't be an orphan, a boy to be looked at with pity", Irony and today I am finding this place peaceful like wrapping me in a cozy warmth of affinity.
Chuckling at my own thoughts I just entered my room and turned to lock the door but stopped mid way, "I shouldn't, it will just increase her worries", mumbling my thoughts out, I left the door unlatched and tucked myself in the blankets.
Closing my eyes, I tried to grab some peace in the sleep. Snickering on my own thoughts, I mumbled, "Urgh!! You need to get this out of your mind Arnik."
But to whom I was trying to fool, as the moments passed the tears make its way through my cheeks. That haunted images, that past shadows still follow me. Even if I try to get rid of it founds a way to knock the door to that painful memories. Why is fate so cruel? Is it to everyone or am I special one? These thoughts always surfaces my mind and I think I am the only one.
