I know it well

How the sun rises
And how moon disappears
How the Rain washes this earth
By shedding its tears

How the tree bents down
By the weight of its fruits
And how it hides well
Its pain under the roots

The river travels the earth
But never gets tired
The birds flies around
‘Cause they never fears of height

A little butterfly
Roams around in the valley
Explore each of the flowers there
That honey must feel heavy

How all of them works, you don’t need to tell
Because I do KNOW IT WELL

BTS my saviour (short story) by the flower

” you are just an unworthy person or you are so unlucky that even your hard work can’t let you win.”

” forget it! you can’t make it.”

” you lose again. you can never achieve anything.”

” what’s the point of trying your best when you can’t even win.”

” being best in yourself is useless if you don’t get the first place.”

these words were echoing in her mind. she was pulling her hair with all strength. alone in the room with not a trace of light, she locked herself up in the room and isolated from the world.

” daughter! open the door. it isn’t a big deal. stop thinking too much over such a small matter.” her mother was knocking on the door.

” aunty don’t worry! zaayra is a strong girl. she is just a bit upset. she is a smart girl.” her best friend tried to calm her mother down.

zaayra was in great despair after losing the competition for the fourth time. every time she tried hard, she and everyone believed that she will win but every time she lost.

she was broken. her confidence was shredded in pieces. she decided to give up.

” no matter hard I try, even if deserve it I won’t get anything. or maybe I am just useless, I am good for nothing person,” she mumbled and cried.

she teared up a bunch of papers which were written by her. she believed she will never be able to be a successful writer.

after crying for a long time her eyes were swollen but the tears were streaming down her face.

her mother and best friend were sitting at the door and waiting for her to come out.

zaayra opened the drawer and took out a blade.

after locking herself up in the room for a whole day and night, she kept crying and didn’t eat air drink anything.

she was feeling extremely weak. she felt dizzy and fell.

she dragged down many things from the table. an audio player dropped and broke down and a song started to play.

When you try your best, but you don’t succeed
When you get what you want, but not what you need


Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you

But if you never try you’ll never know
Just what you’re worth


Tears stream down your face
When you lose something you cannot replace
Tears stream down your face and I
Tears stream down your face
I promise you I will learn from my mistakes

zaayra stood up. she put the blade down on the table.

the other song started to play

Is that all your dream is?

That’s a lie, you are such a liar
See me, see me, ya you’re a hypocrite
Why’re you telling me to go a different path? Take care of yourself
Please don’t force me
What’s your dream, what’s your dream?
Is that it? Is that it?

she picked up the audio player and put it on the table. the songs we’re playing one after another.

So many worries behind that sigh
Stop worrying, you already know
Whenever you wanna give up in the middle of this road
Shout out even louder
So what what what

she took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

seven boys were standing in front of her and smiling brightly. they were waving at her and cheering for her.

they signalled her to open the door, (the door were covered with fog and a shining.

she wiped off the tears and took a deep breath. she took a step forward to the door. with every step, the cheering by those seven guys was getting louder.

she opened the door. her mother cried out of happiness and hugged her and kissed her forehead and cheeks.
her best friend was smiling at her and hugged her.

zaayra looked back, the seven guys were waving and were saying best of luck  to her.  zaayra smiled and nodded.

after three months. she again participated in the writing competition. in these three months, every day she listened to the songs gained inspiration and wrote the best she can.

the competition ended.

” the winner of this writing competition is………. miss….. Elsa Jones.


wait wait wait

there is an announcement.

this year, the popular magazine ‘ hear content ‘ has created a special column ‘ feel the words ‘ and one of our contestant’s articles have been chosen for it.

and that article is ‘ BTS my saviour’ written by miss zaayra.


Zara was so happy that she was tearing up. she went up on stage. she was smiling brightly.

” Hard work never goes in vain “these words are echoing in her mind.

she was seeing those seven boys who were standing far and waving hands. they were cheering for her and thumping up. they disappeared in light.

she smiled at them and bowed down. and shouted


How it feels

How it feels when you fall down

How it feels when you broke down

How it feels to be ignored by everyone

To you, are these feelings well known?

When being good isn’t enough

When you have to bent down

Even after being worthy

When everyone looks down

On you

To you, are these feelings well known

In the race of loving myself

I ended up hating it even more

In order to not to be get depress

Now I’m getting it even more

I am stressed, I am frown

To you, are these feelings well known

I thought I can do well

Wanted everyone to believe me

I stepped forward, wanted to tell

But my own arrogance deceived me

I have made myself a laughable clown

To you, are these feelings well known

I am a failure, I am a loser

I am total good for nothing

My dark end is approaching me closer

What can I do except sulking.

It keeps pricking my heart like a thorn

To you, are these feelings well known

My dream world

At night , at day
I’m always in my world
At dawn or evening
In total different world

I wander around
In my imagination
The weird thoughts of mine
Are trailer of my passion

No stress, no tension
Just play and have fun
You’ll be the king here
No fear for what’s done

I know , what thoughts are on your mind
You wanna , you wanna
You wanna visit my dream world
My dream world
My dream world
My dream world

Walk freely on the streets
If you want, you can sleep
Just try to be calm first
Or just throw a fit

Oh yeah
Just do …. What you … Want to do
No one …. Will here…. Judge you or stop you

Do you wan’
Do you wan’
Do you wan’ visit my dream world

Oh yeah
My dream world
Oh yeah
My dream world

the winter nights

In the winter nights
I am waiting for you
Under the moonlight
I’m looking for you

The cold breeze, the snow flakes
Touches my cheeks and passes by

I remember your touch

You used to hold me tight
In the winter nights

In the winter nights
Now I’m alone
There’s none
Whom I can hug
Who can make me warm

I can never forget

Those winter nights
Those foggy streets
That snowman
And those snow fights

I’ll keep waiting for you

In the winter nights
I’m waiting for you
Under the moonlight
I’m looking for you

I can see my way ahead
But you aren’t here
A snowman, we made together
Only he is here

This breeze will take me
I’ll go with its flow
I hope you will see me
In future when I glow

I’ll be waiting
I’ll keep waiting
I am Waiting

In the winter nights
I’ll be waiting for you
Under moonlight
I’ll be looking for you

The cold breeze, the snow flakes
Touches my cheeks and passes by

I’ll remember, I’ll remember
I’ll remember the winter nights

Beauty of stars in the winter nights
Makes me feel that I’m in paradise
From my room when I look up there
I just can’t take off my eyes

Oh yeah the winter nights
Oh yeah the winter nights
Oh yeah the winter nights

I hate love

( I listened a song and I liked the starting Stanza so I created my own lyrics for that song)

I hate you, I love you

I hate that I love you

I want you

I miss you

I got that I need you


You could easily

Just throw me away

But I can’t even forget you

YOU have never seen me once

But I can only look at you

I hate you, I love you

I hate that I love you

I want you

I miss you

I got that, I need you

Baby you and me

We were never meant for each other

You were with me

I was with you

But we were never together

I tried stopping myself

But still ended up on you

You kept holding me

And made me fall for you

AND NOW you want me to give up

I hate you, I love you

I hate that I love you

Hey you! I want to say it

Hey you!

I want to say it

I don’t want to keep it

My words are now flouting

It cannot be stopped

If I stop now then

when will the next time come

I’ll end up waiting

then Let me say now

i am dying

can’t you see

You be quite

and just let me be

Hey you !

But wait

aren’t you as excited as me

I am gonna share my feelings for you

I am gonna share my feelings for you

You’d better think it twice

or hundred times

Cuz there’s not gonna be a second time

Ra Ra Ra Ra Ra Ra Ra Ra Ra Ra

Oh my darling come on

It’s nothing hard to say it

Just say you are in love

Ra Ra Ra Ra Ra Ra Ra Ra Ra Ra

I am on cloud nine right now

Seeing you makes me so happy

Now I say I am in love

Oh my baby

when you are smiling

My poor heart is dying

I’m trying my best to hold it

But feelings are hard to fold it

I want to say it

I don’t want to keep it

My words are now flouting

It cannot be stopped

So let’s now make it clear

I don’t wanna shed any tear

I am in love with you for ages

Now say you love me too

Am I complicated?

Guys now I am in a terrible mood. I want your help to figure out something.

So the thing is, I had fight with my best friend. Now I don’t know if I am wrong or right. He says I’m complicated, but I say he doesn’t understand me.

He said he want to read my stories so I sent him the link. He said he is reading the stories. I asked him to like the chapters cuz it will help me promote my story and make a comment too. Cuz I wanted to know if he enjoying the story or not.

And guess what…. He actually made a comment *srs* this was the comment. It’s a gujrati word that means nice.

Now you must be thinking why am I angry… He says this word whenever he has nothing else say. He just made the comment to show me that *see I did it now stop asking me the same thing.*

Although he didn’t say this but doesn’t this mean exactly that. Now just think about about it ypu ask your friend for reading your blog and they come and slap this so called nice word and leave ….. Won’t you feel bad. It makes me look like I am asking for favours.

If he doesn’t know how to make comment he should have just said that story is interesting or character setting is good… Whatever but what is the meaning of this formality.

And this isn’t the first time. Even before he asked me to write a poem for his college competition. I was so happy that he likes and trusts my writing skills that’s why he asked me to write it for him but then I got to know that he asked his other four friends too.

He said it was just for a backup plan. Like seriously. He says I’m complicated but don’t I have right to get mad.

I wouldn’t have gotten angry if those friends of him were into poems but they don’t even know how to write poem and he asked them for backup of mine. I thought he trusts me but it turned out I was just one of his choices.

Guys tell me if you were me weren’t you have gotten mad?


who knew one day
I’ll fall in love with a color

ocean was blue before
now it is purple
love was red before
now it is purple
peace was white before
now it is purple

purple was just a color before
it became a cold breeze in summer

I heard somewhere
green color makes you feel good
I then started to
walking and roaming in wood

then I heard an angel
expressing his love In a color
a glance of that colour
was unbelievablely stunner

I found the color of happiness
that colour was purple
who knew one day
I’ll fall in Love with a color

Google translate

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