Sanu's Space

Floating along on a lonely raft, Lost and alone in the sea so vast. Without a care, In and out of consciousness she spotted a fading mountain in the middle of nowhere. Floating closer glimpses of brown through the thick lazy fog she could see.  A Calloused mountain above the restless waves standing proudly. Flanked with green she crossed the heavy mountain, A mammoth task to pull herself through the thick and thin. On the edge, reaching almost the top she noticed a figure, A cold, lone statue she recognised as though it called out to her.  Not knowing what to say, She warmed it in a heartfelt embrace hoping to bring it back to life someday. Slowly she slipping off as though a push with a rough gale, Leaving it behind with a face so pale. As she fell, she stared solemnly ahead into the eyes of the cold, emotionless stone she adored, Unaware of the sorrow it had lured. Below she fell into the sea of depression to drown in her own tears, Leaving behind her worldly fears.  As she hit and s

  A freshly bloomed rose, Cool morning air touches her nose, As she wakes up from her doze. Warm hands on a cup of freshly made tea, Sitting inside with the meadow outside to see. Upon a bark, a sweet hive of honey with many a bee.  On her face the feel of the cold rain, Coming in brushing the windowpane.  Deep into the meadow lined with colourful bushes goes a long lane.  Little hills covered in shades of yellow, red and green Tall trees on each other they lean; Nature’s wholesome beauty can be seen.  Shining raindrops on new leaves of pale green, Hanging from the branch to reach the ground so keen; Swirling in the fresh humid air so clean.  Wet mud and grass below soft feet, Morning birds and creatures she will greet.  Sprinkled all over the land, soft blooms smelling so sweet.  Birds calling with all their might, Flying into the clouds and towards the light.  What a wonderful feeling to behold; such a pleasant sight! - Sanaya

  Crisp, frosty, cloudy mornings, Gloomy atmosphere with it brings.  Limp leaves laying on the slippery wet ground, A palate of colours to be found. Pathway through the trees to a small university, Dim light in the sky through leafage we can see. Nestled in the heart of a forest patch, An old heritage structure like an old stone church. Early morning getting drizzled with rain, Coming down streaking the window pane.  Pine trees wet with shining drops, Around bright green trees and crops.  Rays of dim sunlight falling through the thick branches with grace and ease, Coming down from peepholes around the clouds and sprawling wherever they please.  Quaint smell of pine wafting into the frigid air, All the way up a path and towards a lair.  Beside the trees, covered in white frost, Was a Bright red postbox. Partially melting ice meeting a mild golden ray, A shiny bright red droplet rolling down to lay peacefully in dried foliage and hay.  -Sanaya. 

  Crashing down, aircraft struck, Just a stroke of pure bad luck. Smoky fumes starting in its tail spreading fast, Dark Clouds overhead, big shadows they Cast. Feeling numb not hot nor cold, Lower he goes feeling bold yet losing hold.  Drop of sweat upon his brow, Trying to think of anything his brain will allow. Adrenaline pumping ready to jump, Seat ejected and out of the plane with a bump. Pilot in a parachute leaving the burning airship, Thankful for his escape floating around the air sharp as a whip.  Plane crashed, exploded into smithereen, The most dangerous a journey could have ever been.  Wounded and burned, gliding through cool air, Half unconscious, falling down towards trees without a care.  Consciousness returned, Wide eyed and scared, he was recovering in a hospital bed. To his mind no memories came, To his utter shock he couldn’t recall! not even his name.  Unaccounted Time and Memory lapse entwined, Into a foggy daze where nothing mattered leaving the past behind. Until

  Blue star in the night sky, Frosty winds with clouds floating by. Black Sea turning fierce and grim, Peeping moon behind clouds getting dim.  Crumpled reflection down upon rippled waves, Surrounded by mountains and black caves.  Small boat far in the distance rides, On the strong waves as it dances with the tides.  A Thin frail sailor with one broken ore, Given up on life and can’t endure anymore. With fearful, frightened eyes, In the distance a rough stone arch he spies. Swiftly getting ushered towards the cave, With waves pushing the boat, refusing to behave. The Lonely sailor with his last burned cigarette,  Awaiting his eventual fate, that he had not met yet.  Death shining brighter than life, Losing all his might and strife.  He eagerly awaits his dark fate into the deep abyss, eventually moving with the strong current as he gets swept away into the darkness.  - Sanaya

  Feeling grief of suddenly losing someone so dear, Losing hope and being crestfallen, after all the fear.  Flying high into the heavens through the bright clouds so white, Life has to go on as the living carry on day by day, stronger with every fight.  Lonely mound at the edge of a cemetery, Beloved soul departed so unexpectedly. At the far end of a waterfront, a weeping willow, With its watery reflection and shedding leaves looking down below.  Filling the dismal feeling that only time can heal, Then one day, dauntless it will again make us feel. With every step the memories become more vivid, before slowly fading away into lost dreams.  Flowing down and drifting away into teary streams.  Like withering leaves in the wind hoping to find the courage to live again fearlessly and without sorrow.  Just while waiting for time to fill the hollow.  -Sanaya