Last Tree

The last piece of dried leaf fell off my dying branch leaving me naked and bald. I was dying slowly in this sorrowful world. But the humans don’t seem to realize yet. They are too busy experimenting on various parts of my body to make me bear my seeds. It is not possible. Why don’t they just stop torturing me? The more they torture and hurt me, the sooner I’m going to die. Everything was their fault. They made me lose my family, my friends, my dwelling, then parts of my body and now, they are losing me. I spent days crying over the lost of my beloveds. Well, I knew it didn’t matter to the cruel humans. They are only concerned about their necessities and were willing to do anything to please themselves. They destroyed my dwelling to build their homes, factories, later came all the sky scrapers to fill in each spaces left on earth. They merely used us for their benefits. They planted us around their homes so that we would shade their homes from burning rays of the Sun. They ate whatever that we bore. They used us for various purposes such as for burning, making papers, furniture and to build wooden houses. They stopped to admire the beauties of nature; instead they locked themselves in their air-conditioned rooms and watched television all day long. However, nothing beats the soothing breeze that we create when the wind blows on us. Now that I’m dying, they made no efforts to save me instead; they are trying hard to find substitutes to help prolong their lives. I feel so sorry for the humans. If only they took care of the nature and were aware of the consequences of neglecting nature, they wouldn’t have to suffer today. Everything is coming to an end. Poor humans. They were too intelligent to assume that they could take control of nature without realizing that Nature is more superior to everything mortal and immortal.

My Favourite Fictional Character (Oliver Twist)

Oliver Twist was the first novel in the United States to be published. It was Charles Dicken's second novel. It was about a boy name Oliver Twist, who escapes from a workhouse and meets a gang a pickpockets in London. Oliver Twist was born into a life of poverty and misfortune.He was an orphan almost from his first breath by his mother's death in childbirth. I liked this character because Oliver was very naive from the beginning till the end of the story. He did not exactly know what pickpocketing was all about. He was naively unaware of the criminal occupations. Oliver lacked in love and compassion. Only one of the very few kind souls he met, showed sympathy rather than love towards him. He remained innocent till the end of the story. The novel explores the kind of life an orphan, out cast boy could expect to lead in London. In the midst of corruption and degradation, Oliver remained pure-hearted. Finally, he received his reward;a peaceful life. The tragedies in Oliver's life portrayed the harshness and evilness of the world which were great barriers in leading even the simplest life.

A Child Prodigy( please stop....)

they call me a prodigy,
because I have a thousand ability,
but no one sees the sorrow,
why I am feeling low,
please stop looking at me,
the way that frights me,
I'm just a child,
a little too mild,
I try to smile,
but they look with vile,
please stop praising,
show me love by embracing,
be not green with envy,
I am not a deity,
I'm just a girl,feeling lonely,
learning to find my identity.

The Lord of the Dance

you were the lord of the dance,
dangerously good with your moves,
the way you swayed made people to wonder,
what made this man so superb,
you healed the world with your music,
your songs touched zillions at heart,
you were a famous icon,
spring summer autumn winter,
everyday and everytime,
people danced to your beats,
your music penetrated the ears with facility,
and quited the memory with difficulty,
you taught through your music,
to beat it,
you rocked the world,
with your cheerful voice and fast footwork,
as your tools,
you were a dedicated follower of fashion,
you impressed others with your styles,
the pop star model,
when you departed this life,
you had left the whole world,
as your memorial.

A bored gifted student....

Nina was over the top when she achieved all As' for the final year examination.However, deep down she is not so surprised about her achievement as she knows that obtaining all As' was as easy. She has just completed her final year at high school and had applied for a scholarship to one of the most prestigious and honoured university,Harvard.No doubt her application would be approved as a result of her outstanding achievements.Well, a girl like Nina certainly deserves to be acknowledged and awarded.In school,she was rather quiet but often approachable.She definitely did not carry with her a nerdy personality.She looks pretty simple and like most of the blonde girls at her age.She was 16, tall and skinny in figure with freckled fair skin and had long blonde hair crowning her.Her hair was wavy and had big curls dancing just above her shoulders when she let loose of them.Her usual hairstyles are French plait,high ponytail or pigtails.Nina had one resemblance of a nerd, which is her thick spectacles which she has been wearing since elementary schooling days.Nina is in fact a very lucky child for the very reason that she has received many awards and sponsorships since young which helped her to continue her studies up to high school.Many organizations were willing to sponsor her for they knew that she was bright and capable.As a privileged child, her efforts were fruitful as she always burns the midnight oil and work hard on her studies.However, she had not been excited at all about her accomplishments.Nina is questioning herself matters she never thought of before.She knew that her life was almost coming to an end once she steps out of high school.She was afraid to face the real world.She was not a skilled speaker nor a loud person in nature.She mugs her subjects day and night and that is she is good at.At this point in time, she started to feel fear in her.She was also not interested in learning anything new in life.Her mother, Annie James who lost her husband in an accident three years ago tried so hard in pushing her daughter to learn cooking or at least weaving.Nina, being only skillful at answering examination questions neglected all of her mother's suggestions.At the age of sixteen,she is just a girl who is gifted with a brilliant brain but knew nothing about other aspects of the world.Now,living her life in wonders she spends her time by counting the number of flowers found in her garden or combing her hair at least a fifty time a day or folding and unfolding her wardrobe contents.She feels completely useless and is helpless.Nina once had many opportunities to mingle with her peers and was even once asked out for a date but she turned all those offers down.She had wasted the moments where she could have gone out there to discover her true self.Sadly, she now kills her time in her bedroom by staring at the sombre looking yellow walls and ridiculously trying to count the strands of her hair.She had a life with ample opportunities which she did not utilize.Although she did succeed academically. but zero in learning to live with the world.It was her self-denial attitude that caused her to suffer this way and yet she made no attempt to conceal her boredom.

my favourite writer...

Gabriel Garcia Marquez was the name,

Aracataca was his home,

Between the mountains that grew;and

Region of the Carribeans that flow,

In a tropical setting,

Exotic nature capturing,

Lived under his grandparents' nurturing.

Grew to be a realist,

As he started as a journalist,

Reading the pages of a dictionary

Clearly was his hobby,

In Mexico,he dwelled,

Although many places had he travelled.

Major Latin-American author,

A central figure,

Recognised as a nobel winner,

Quiet in his manner,

Unrivalled writer,

Expressive in nature,

Zealous performer.

last weekend...

I was washing off the last stains of blood on my blouse when Heera held me by my shoulder.I turned and looked into her eyes with feelings of guilt and fear in me.Her eyes showed me that she was feeling the same way as I did.At the same time, my nose could sense a peculiar smell coming from the room.It was strong and blended with the air in the room.I was getting panic at the same time.
What do we do now?asked Heera with a whispering tone.I replied her with no words or gestures.
She continued to stare into my eyes as though waiting for an answer that would determine life and death.I was in terror and was no longer living in the presence.It had been seventeen god damn hours since we three walked into this room.Me,Heera and Sally.
We gotta do something before the cops get here.Where do we hide her body?Heera kept bugging me with her questions but I remained silent.Nervousness,panic and guiltiness all at once drowned us both in fear.
We need to get out of here right now!I said.
Where do we go?The cops would definitely come searching for us,Heera raised the intensity of fear in me.
All of a sudden, the siren from a patrol car broke the silence.I knew that we had to run for our lives or not we would be serving our lives in prison.I told to Heera, Run!
Quickly, we took our bags and ran out of the room towards the exit door.Only one thought was present in my mind.I had to escape together with Heera because she is the only witness.Thus, I had to bring her with me. The sound from the siren filled the air around the apartment and it was annoyingly loud and made me even more afraid but I kept running.Heera and I ran,gasping for air, barely able to breathe and the loudness of the siren worried me.The cops were coming for us.I certainly knew that.They were close and I thought that was the end of me.
There was a tune to that sound of the siren,a familiar one in deed.It is louder than before.Iwas very annoyed and pushed the alarm away from my almost bleeding ears and switched it off.The clock showed six.Gosh!What had happened?Where am I?Where are Sally and Heera?Where are the cops?This is not possible.I was not here earlier but was running with Heera between the thick bushes behind an apartment.After a few minutes,I got my senses back and came to realization.It was a horrifying dream after all.I stabbed Sally and Heera helped me to kill this devil who was once a good friend of mine.She was my bestfriend in highschool until she stole my only love,Eric.He was my life and meant everything to me.We were so in love with one another.Everything went on smooth between us until Sally took him away by using her charms.She betrayed me as a friend.I was shattered and the thought that he is no longer mine broke me into pieces and the pain was unbearable.Each time I met Sally at my Sunday school, I would feel like choking her or drowning her head in the toilet bowl.I hated her for doing that to me and the thought of really killing her had once appeared in my mind.I felt a sense of satisfaction because at least in my dream I have managed to get rid of her.But the consequences that followed would haunt me forever.Everything made no sense to me right now.
I must get ready and leave for my Sunday school before I miss the bus.I soaked myself in a hot bath and tried to forget all about the dream.However,the dream seemed so real to me.I could remember every details of it.I dressed quickly but tidily and rushed into the kitchen to grab a muesli bar and sip some coffee my mom had mixed for me.Then, I put on my shoes and left the house in a hurry.I took big steps as I walked towards the bus stop.I certainly hate missing the bus or going late to school.While walking, the thought about the dream once again filled my mind.It was very disturbing and I slowed down my steps and it shocked me to realize that a shadow was following me.It was definitely not a human shadow because it was very short,perhaps it belonged to a dog.I turned back,over my right shoulder and to my surprise a big brown dog was following me.Firstly,I hated dogs and I was afraid of them too.This fellow was a street dog who probably had lost his way and wandering around my neighbourhood.This crazy,silly,annoying dog was imitating my actions.I just could not understand what it wanted from me.When I stopped,it stopped too.When I continued walking,it also came along very closely.It was very strange to see a dog behaving in such ways.I became afraid of it because I know not of its motives.So, I tried crossing the road across to the other side hoping that I could escape from the dog.But, that clever little creature carefully crossed the road and came tailing me again.This is crazy,I thought.I tried playing tricks on the dog by crossing the road from one side of the road to the other a several times but this crazy dog was following my actions.I was stunned looking at the way it waits for the cars to pass and then crosses the road carefully.I had to stop a few times to catch my breath because I was so tired of running away from it.Every time I stopped to look at that fellow,it would hide itself behind the bushes or turn its face away just like how a stalking young lover would do to his inamorata.It was weird and I laughed at my own fate to battle this dog on a Sunday morning.It was just not me alone laughing at my ownself but also the passers-by.I felt humiliated and tried shouting at the dog a couple of time and even tried talking to it.It was ridiculous.Of course it would not understand how I feel but I just wanted to get rid of it.I realized that the dog was too determined of its intension which I had no clue about.In order to escape,I had to stop a cab because there was no other ways to avoid the dog besides leaving that place immediately.I jumped into the back seat of the cab and shut the door before the dog gets in together with me.It just stood there watching the cab as the driver drove away.On my way, I was wondering what was actually up with that dog and what did the dog really wanted out of me.Maybe it wanted to taste my flesh or assumed there were some sausages in my bag or perhaps it was wandering about seeking for love and care.I just don't know.I am just thankful that I have escaped from it and don't wish to see it again.Although I was irritated by it,I felt slight compassion for it in deed.Everything that happened last Sunday was very strange.First,it was the dream followed by my escape from the dog.I was running for my live in both situations.I couldn't understand a single thing that was happening around me.It was all because of him.He shouldn't have left me.I am no longer myself.I know not whether my feelings are real or I'm just living under illusions but I can still hear my heart,it is beating...