Rhythmic ranting
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Hello everyone. My name is Ishana Ghosh and I am fifteen years old. I have been doing creative writing for a long time now. I just decided to share them with everyone. Hope you will feel in sync with my creations.
Rhythmic ranting
3y ago
The Ledge -Ishana Ghosh
It's no wonder, that as you stand
in front of the mirror,
with tears in your eyes,
shaking as the rage courses through
your veins; blaming them all
for your tears and the misery,
you think it's all their fault,
Or if you're the other type of person,
you think all fault's yours
and yours alone, to be precise.
I won't say you're wrong,
or your insecurities are all a bluff,
or that you're imagining it all.
What I'll say is that you've been deceived
and you've forgotten
that each being that walks the earth,
with a heavy network of neurons
filling their skul ..read more
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3y ago
The Apocalypse -Ishana Ghosh
The blazing fire's raging within,
the cold storms are rushing by
and in this moment of desperation and pain,
the towering waves are rising higher,
messing up the sand that lay inside.
All's being crushed;
being broken and being torn,
but there's no word that I could say.
Who would have imagined
that this day would have come,
when fire and water work hand in hand
to kill and to destroy, everything at bay.
Don't know what to do anymore;
there's no escape route that exists,
and the most amazing thing of all
is that I've never felt it so intensely before.
Seem ..read more
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3y ago
The Small Seed -Ishana Ghosh
The small seed that fits in the fist,
they plant it in good soil,
waiting for it to send forth
a whole new shoot tip
that'll burst through the earth
and bring smile onto their faces,
a smile that rings of joy
but also of hope, that it'll turn out
a good plant, just as they planned.
So, they never forget to water it,
every single day the sun rises,
they never want to let it out of sight.
And so, a day comes
when the shoot tip sees light for the first time,
and those planters erupt in joy,
'Oh finally! Our hard work has paid off.
Oh! Finally it is time.'
So ..read more
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3y ago
You might be weak; You might be strong
-Ishana Ghosh
Yes, it is possible
that you're weak at heart.
No, it is not impossible
that your strength and your cavalry
are the twin armours of a facade.
You could be just a clumsy
bundle of nerves, who's
always making a mess,
and it could be that you're not
the person, you so wanted to be.
Yes. That it could be,
even if others believe,
or have been made to believe
that strong is what you are,
brave is what you are; and
speaking of all that trust placed
on you, they think
worthy is what you are.
You've hidden it so well,
the fragility an ..read more
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3y ago
Black-coloured Wings - Ishana Ghosh
She loved the darkness,
too much it would seem.
She longed for light with fervour,
all the while knowing
that the dark aura would never let her go,
or to be more precise,
she could never let go of the darkness.
How could she?
It was so alluring,
it was the one pull she couldn't resist.
Those cold fingers sliced through her,
and all she felt was warmth;
it was so familiar, that it felt
she knew it from even before she was born.
The only thing she could wish for, now,
was a pair of wings, preferably black in colour,
so she could have real peace ..read more
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3y ago
Forgotten Feelings - Ishana Ghosh
Do you remember that day
when you were born?
Do you remember how it felt
to take your breath, for the very first time?
No. Of course you don't. But she does.
All of them, who yearned for your birth,
remember those feelings so well
and they'll gladly describe it to you,
once, twice, thrice, as many times
as you are willing to listen to it.
That's the day you first saw light
and yet those feelings are long gone
from the depths of the turbulent ocean inside,
being replaced by certain dominant urges
to disappear from the face of the world,
where, supposedly, yo ..read more
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3y ago
From Behind The Clouds - Ishana Ghosh
The scattered clouds tried to hide the moon.
Yet, its golden lustre shone through.
And with the moon's light as his only guide,
the solitary man made his way
through the desert that spread out endlessly,
expecting to find what he was looking for,
waiting for him, at the end of the journey.
Desperation etched on his face,
loneliness his only company
but he wouldn't complain or ask for more
'cause after all, it was he.
It was he who had pushed away every being
that ever tried to care for him.
It was he who had yearned for solitude,
it was he who had n ..read more
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4y ago
NOW I SEE -ISHANA GHOSH
Eyes wide open; staring at that,
which lay in the front,
stretching mile after mile
and yet, it is no better
than seeing nothing at all.
Interpreting the illusion,
that's carved out of the genius
of each being that breathes to live,
seems like the delusion
of an insane, raving lunatic
and true enough, that's all
there is, to it.
It's an illusion to make
'delusional' sound like sanity.
It's the answer to the 'why'
of seeing everything, with
a pair of eyes, facing forward,
and yet, perceiving absolutely nothing.
It's the art of the magician,
that lives inside each ..read more
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4y ago
'YOU' BLUFFED 'US' -ISHANA GHOSH
'This' is not a request.
I remember, as a child,
how you taught me
values like honesty and bravery
and I took them so seriously.
When you said, 'Hurting others is bad',
I really thought that you meant it.
When you said, 'Help others...',
I believed that to you,
that was the right thing to do.
And when you said,
'It's wrong to be self-centered
and it's right to care',
I naively imagined that,
'that' was what you wanted
to see, in the grown-up me.
And so, I grew up,
expecting a world, where
flowers bloomed in a beautiful scenery.
But of course, we all ..read more
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4y ago
Dawn at Dusk -Ishana Ghosh
The scorching sun slowly moves away.
As it moves past the horizon,
I let go of that shade
which holds me back...
The whiff of fresh air blows past me
and takes me back to the day, when
true happiness I could see
and it gave me an ecstasy.
My eyes are then drawn
to the sky welcoming dusk,
and it's like a new dawn,
for my inside that's torn, into little pieces.
The blue and the orange merge,
in their place behind the clouds
and I feel like someone
who's had whole of life painted
on the canvas before her eyes.
The colour that reflects
on the seas that show
bot ..read more