The Undiscovered Evidence

The ship had no name. But was it unnamed? The crew did not speak. But were they voiceless? If someone would’ve seen it in water, it must have been too late to know the mysteries behind the scene, but would it have been too late to save them?

I read all the articles written about the devastating incident that had happened just two days ago. A cruise travelling to Puerto Rico disappeared. But just after an hour when the waters were searched, no remains of the ship had been found. So the cruise didn’t just disappear. It vanished. As if concealed under a cloaking spell. A mysterious enchantment. But all that I let myself wonder was that if the emergency call for help to save themselves was made in that fraction of a minute before they could drown and knew were in danger, why was the investigation made after an hour? After all, the crew captain only had to push four buttons and dial a missed call at the least.

It was when my coffee pot got drained of liquid that I looked up to the black-framed metal clock. It was some three hours past midnight. Having read every article ever written and all available database of the investigations, I knew one thing for sure – it was all false. It had too many loopholes to be true and I wanted to know the real truth, no matter how harsh, at any cost. The truth which comes from investigating the so-called truth and not accepting it under all circumstances. It’s all under the government after all. You never know what has actually happened. We live in a world where even an accident could be a setup, staged just perfectly enough with the accurate props and stage setting. I knew there was only one thing I could do if I wanted to unveil the masks and find the matter behind the curtains. I spent the remaining energy of the coffee I had finished in gearing up for my impromptu voyage tomorrow.

My ship had been travelling for quite a while. My phone still had a connection. I was going through my list of possible theories when all of a sudden my phone lost network. I checked the map. I was just about to reach Puerto Rico. If the truth was in sight, it was very simple. It was just the waters and a shore in sight. But who knew I was to enter what future generations would call “The Bermuda Triangle”?

I sailed the ship towards the shore and saw a vague vision of an abandoned ship and its crew. I couldn’t see the name of the ship. I reached the shore.
They were all still alive.

Five years of professional experience and twenty-six of existential experience had prepared me to deal with shock quite well. I went up to one of the crew members for inquiry. I wanted to get every minuscule detail.
“Could you please help me with the reality of the incident? I am Detective Liza Richards, and I am just here to know what actually happened at the shores of Puerto Rico two days ago.”
“You want the truth?” asked a pearly-eyed man in a husky voice.
“Yes”, I mumbled.
They all roared in laughter. Never in my career had I come across somebody who found the idea of finding the sooth amusing.
“You’re the perfect example for irony. You come to seek the truth and converse with your suspects like they’re humans. Tell me, do you even ask them if they want to be recorded on the camera you’ve hidden in your cloth?”
I was startled, and if I would’ve allowed myself, scared.
“I think it would be better if we showed you the ‘truth’ instead”.
The last thing I remember was his husky voice turning into that of a beast and his teeth turning into fangs. He sprang upon me as he bit my neck. I wailed in pain. Was this a human or an animal? Or neither? My question was answered when I could see my blood trickling down to my wrist from my shoulders like a stream of a broken heart, with my heart rate slowly reducing and a suffocation enveloping me like an innocent prisoner.
He was a monster.
The truth rotted with the private investigator but there was no body found. But Liza’s story didn’t end as a mysterious death on the shores of Puerto Rico,
she became a crew member who never would be counted.
She disappeared, but she didn’t die.
Not really…

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Hey Guys! This is my first try at writing a short story and yes, another vampire fiction. I had written a poem previously based on the same theme i.e. related to vampires, named The Bloodbath of Our Love, do check it out. The ending in this story is that Liza was turned into a vampire by the crew member. Since this is my first time writing a short story, your open and honest feedback would be really appreciated. I would really love to know your thoughts on this one!

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Scarred Nights

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My thickest voids scream into
The toxic visions of reality,
They dwell on the highs and escapes;
As I dive into my consciousness,
And search within the dark waters.
Every corner,
Every cliff,
Just,
One metaphor.
That’s all I need right to describe
My poetic hallucinations.

I am drifted on this island,
where everything I see is controlled by
the puppet master inside my head.
Grey clouds and raging storms,
With swirling letters once thrown away.

I did not choose to envision these disturbing sceneries,
But they happen to be the things that control me.
My insatiable sanity stirs my soul into delusions,
And spins a web of beautiful lies to make suicide seem noble.

I rip the pillow covers of their burden,
of soaking my emotions every night,
The chains break in their efforts
To bar my soul so it doesn’t free itself,
Of the magical metaphors I write to survive.

I maintained hope,
But it consumed me.
My every breath tripped,
Along the crevices of the cliffs
Of high expectations,
I had from myself.
Hope came crashing down
And ghosted itself behind dusty corners,
As I crumbled,
Piece by piece,
Every shred of my sanity,
Being stripped down till nothing but a deep void.

I am told,
Whenever you describe your dark parts in a poem,
Say “demon”.
Defeat them,
And you emerge victorious.
But if I do,
I won’t live to see the party.
Because I am that demon to be erased,
I am the metaphor,
Balancing on my grave.

Gratitude Post!

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Hello Guys! Yes, a year back I joined WordPress and today is my one-year anniversary!
And this post is just an effort to make you readers know my gratitude towards you all.

We’re in tough times right now and these tiny moments of hope and joy somehow provide us strength and something to be grateful for. In this whole universe of bleak misfortunes and pain, I live in a small world, and I’m lucky to be blessed, healthy and breathing in that fraction of the universe. I’m grateful to you all, and even though there are a million things I can be morose about, these simple and small moments like just listening to the sounds of the rain, simply sitting together with my family, having this notification of a one-year achievement, make me feel happy in their own special way. And I’m sorry if I don’t say it often but thank you so much for being a constant support and reading whatever I post on this blog. I am very grateful to have you as my reader and without you I’m nothing. Thank you for all your suggestions, appreciations and the thoughts you’ve presented in the comment sections, I deeply value them. Thank you for your beautiful kindness 🙂

And today, that’s what I want to write a little about. Gratitude. The tiny speck of light which can make you feel so much better and bring you hope. If we think about it, there’s always a cliche ‘bright side’ to everything. When we get through pain, it makes us stronger individuals. And if we try to hold on to a positive approach towards negative things, we can be grateful and find a way to draw hope. This doesn’t mean being positive about a negative thing, it only means to have an approach towards the negativity which is positive. If you’re feeling any negativity, pain or emptiness, having a positive approach means accepting that pain and not being in denial of it or refusing to feel the pain.

Having a positive approach means allowing yourself to feel the pain as you know it’s only going to make you stronger.

And it is our ability to have a positive approach towards the negative things in life which defines our strength and hence the ability to be grateful.

I do not intend to be insensitive or hurt anyone by my words because there will be times when we cannot be grateful and that is completely okay. There will be times we end up being so deeply buried inside the pain it starts to feel you’re within your own grave stuck in bleak madness without any ray of hope. I won’t say I know how it feels because I truly cannot. But I understand, and what I do know that it is okay and you will get through it and you deserve to see the light because you have so much of strength within you and you will get through this battle. Do not give up.

I will end this post now but before I do, I want to know, from all you readers what are you grateful for. What moments have brought you joy in your little world? And has practicing gratitude helped you during times when you felt low? I wanna know your story and I hope you share it.

Thank you so much for reading! I hope you’re blessed and safe.


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Liebster Award

Hello, fellow bloggers!

I am glad to tell you all that I’ve been nominated for the ‘Liebster Award’ by Mrs. Tangie T. Woods through her website Mrs. T’s Corner on WordPress. I request you all to check out her blog, her words soothe you, her faith in the Lord is pure and inspiring. Thank you ma’am for the nomination. I am grateful.

Rules:

1. Thank the blogger who nominated you.
2. Share a few facts about yourself.
3. Answer blogger’s questions.
4. Nominate other bloggers that inspire you.
5. Ask your nominees a few questions.
6. Notify your nominees of their nomination.

My name is Niharika Gursahani and I’ll be fourteen this year. Writing is something very close to my heart and I write me on these blogs, I’m just an amateur writer, I’m not deeply familiar with literature, poetry forms, but I read. I enjoy reading, and reading many blogs on WordPress has honed my love for writing and reading even more, and learn and grow.

Mrs. Woods’ Questions:

1. What is your favourite thing to blog about?
A specific favourite doesn’t come to mind, I blog whatever inspires to me write in the first place.

2. What would be one thing that you would change that you did in your life?
I wish I’d found about Jeffrey Archer earlier!

3. What is your favorite food to cook?
I don’t cook much, but I’m happy to help my parents when they cook. But making a simple cheese sandwich and eating it does bring me peace.

4. What does love from God mean to you?
I believe when you have love from God, you believe in yourself, and have faith in yourself. You have hope and strength. You feel peaceful and can deal with negativity with a calm approach. You learn the uniqueness of conscience, and accept that people are different and have different reactions. You do not use use humanity, your own or another’s as a means to some end, like to attain pleasure or reduce pain, essentially only for your benefit. You act that you use humanity, whether in your own person or in the person on any other, always at the same time as an end, never merely as a means. You learn that the things that are truly important are the ones which are unconditional.

5. Hot dogs or hamburgers?
Neither

6. What is your favorite TV show to watch?
I love F.R.I.E.N.D.S! It’s my favourite sitcom and I’m a big fan.

7. What would you be doing if snow came to your city?
I would go outside and play! And then have coffee, of course.

8. What are you thankful for?
I’m thankful to be blessed by the people in my life, my family, friends, all the bloggers who inspire me and give their honest opinions to help me grow everyday. I’m thankful for life, all the love, all the memories, the happiness, the pain, I’m thankful for it all.

9. How long have you been blogging and how were you inspired?
I’ll complete one year this June.
I always wanted to blog, but I never thought that I’d start so soon. My sister had got a new cell in which WordPress was a built-in app. I knew that WordPress was a good app for blogging purposes, so I just did it, and if I would find it burdening, I would delete the site. But I didn’t! So here I am.
10. What country do you live in and for how long?
I live in India. I’ve lived here since I was born, so almost fourteen years.

11. What is your favorite food?
Nothing in specific

12. If you had a chance to do something over what would it be?
Nothing that comes to my mind.


I nominate the following with the same questions:

This has been great! Thank you again Mrs. Tangie, thank you very deeply.

Sunshine Blogger Award

Hello, fellow bloggers!

It gives me immense pleasure to tell you that I’ve been nominated for the ‘Sunshine Blogger Award’ by Riya Gupta through her website WorldOfMyThoughts on WordPress. I request you all to check out her amazing blog of her unique words. Thank you so much Riya, for this nomination. I am so grateful to you.

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RULES

  • Thank the blogger who nominated you and provide a link back to their blog.
  • List the Rules and display an award logo on your blog post.
  • Answer the 11 Questions the Blogger has asked you.
  • Nominate 11 New Blogs to receive the award and notify them by comment on any of their posts.
  • Ask the Nominees 11 New Questions.

Riya’s questions:

  1. What is your favorite writer and why ? I don’t have any particulars, my favourite writer constantly changes. Right now, it’s Jefferey Archer. I read his book ‘A Prisoner of Birth’, and it is the best book I’ve read my whole life. I think it’s because of his gripping plots and the way he puts his words and crafts the illusion. I’m currently reading his book ‘False Impressions’.
  2. What is your dream occupation ? Music Therapist, Teaching
  3. Who inspires you the most ? My mother and Mr. Yash Nahar
  4. What does happiness mean to you ? Happiness to me, is knowing that life can never be perfect and will always have its ups and downs, so live in the moment, and cherish the spirit of the positive energy you have right now. It’s a choice and it comes from hardwork and solving problems.
  5. What genre of movies do you watch the most and why ? Suspense thrillers, because they manage to create this wonderful aura which keeps me hooked and continues being interesting enough to always make me want to watch more
  6. Do you keep up with climate change events ? Yes, I do. My mother is an environmentalist and hence get to know about it through my mother.
  7. Do you know who Greta Thunberg is ? Yes, I do. She is such an amazing person and I love her cause! Hats off to her courage and dedication. One of the many qualities of a true leader.
  8. Who is your favorite blogger ? I don’t have a certain favorite, plenty of bloggers whose posts always leave me in appreciation.
  9. What is your favorite cartoon character and why ? Jerry, I relate with him
  10. What is your number one fun activity ? Series marathons with my mother
  11. Who is your top choice for the best musical act ? None

    Great! Thank you so much dear, I am so grateful to you. The bloggers I wish to nominate:

Ancient Skies

Allison Marie Conway

Luna

Craig Lock

Accidental Blogger

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Samyak Singh

Brad Osborne

Anonymously Hal

Simran Sawant

These are all the bloggers I wish to nominate. I ask them the same questions.


When The Heavens Whispered

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It rained,
The pink of the flowers melted into a mystical mauve of matte,
As the skies spilled their tales into a cascade of condensated love,
The soil gained a unique freshness and sprayed the air with the calmness of a mended soul,
And the edges of the leaves curved concave,
As the nectar of the sapphire sky slept unto the moss green bed,
And they shone emerald green just like your eyes,
Only that I just saw the exquisite beauty of the emerald,
And never saw your true stone-self.

I feel the beguiling beads drop,
From the heavenly realm of jewels on my bruised skin,
It penetrated my heart when those beads quenched my thirst as they fell unto my lips,
The maple syrup of the sky,
Now reminding me of the maple of your mouth on my dry lips,
And the way it tasted,
As it gushed gradually down my throat and my tongue craved more,
Because your caressing hands on my shoulder took the weight of the world off them.
I sighed with satisfaction while this alluring peace my soul absorbed,
Like waffles absorb maple syrup.

But who knew that your nectar would drench me and slowly drip my self-esteem,
But then again, I was blithely unaware,
That your maple was poison in guise of the sweet bliss of your lips,
Breaking the waffle of my heart into shattered crumbles.

I drown myself in the tranquility of this secluded paradise,
I let the skies bleed purple shades of hidden bruises,
They blend into the amber of the threshold of the bijou empire,
It’s not raining anymore.

My lungs came to savour the breath of freedom,
I let the streams of the translucent skies dilute the colors of my tainted galaxy,
I ingested the shattered showers,
Because I was tired of my own tears quenching my thirst.

Maybe the soil will absorb the peace,
And the prying eyes will once again self-hydrate,
But my throat is nauseous of the taste of my lacrimal salts,
I won’t let heartbleed be my life’s sole flavour.

I’ll be a warrior and I’ll embrace my scars,
With heartbreak as my healing balm,
I won’t be a prisoner of your love,
I’ll let the rains take my misery.


Originally posted on Medium via ACorneredGurl, you can check it out here!

‘Ello Guys! Yes, I know, I’ve been posting after a really long time. Like a really, really long time but my final terminal examinations are in progress and have kept me busy. My last paper’s on 27th February and I promise to seriously dedicate myself to this blog since that day, plus my holidays will start from then therefore will have plenty of time to surprise you and keep you tuned! I seriously apologize for the inconsistency.


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An Ode to Examinations

The ink of scratching pens spilling onto the crisp parchment,
A hurried agony of mulled up words,
Embedded in your brain during the cicada’s screech in the previous pitched night,
Showered with caffeine shots to last the term.

Pensiveness penetrating the dead silence,
With you sleepily sunken in thoughts,
Every sentence improvised from your hazy recollections,
Of great importance in this examination paper.

An examination paper,
Is annoyingly questionable,
Stirring your mind with confusion deeper in every word,
Thoroughly analysing your ability to perserve,
Interrogating your every move,
With the shadow of the invigilator diminishing your desire to turn.

The walls of the examination hall,
Reflect the blankness of my mind into the seeped voids,
These voids which reside beside every student,
Absorb their thoughts and create a barrier,
Which restrict you from all kinds of awareness unto your conscience,
Making you unknown of the silent chaos in the examination room.

My mind breeds in these melancholic vibes,
Trying to produce legitimacy in the words I cough out on the dry pages,
Deeply I regret of not having learnt that worksheet,
As I beat around the bush,
Trying to recall what was written in that wee box at the bottom,
As I witness the wordless sheet in front of my sleepy eyes,
And the anguish in my heart intensifies.

I want to escape this gruesome state,
I can’t wait for the clock to strike twelve,
For that’s when I leave this gloomy room,
With the loitering invigilators ceasing their wide gaze,
With every student giving them a vanquished look on their way out.

There’s a rumble of question papers in the noisy corridor as soon as I leave that horrendous hell,
Plenty mistakes realised, some lucky guesses gaining accuracy,
Many beliefs being broken, and many hopes being risen,
After I give that enigmatic parchment to the academic Gods.

Who shall testify my intelligence and punish me using the magical red in their quills,
My fate hangs in their balance,
And all I can do now is wait,
For the verdict to come its way,
Which will decide my life or death,
When I’ll momentarily glance over the alloted marks, hoping for the best.


So providing a brief explanation due to popular demand😂, this poem is written to shed light on the atmosphere of an examination hall, and how a student is so immersed in thoughts, that he’s unaware of everything going on around especially the time. As a student, I tried to portray the aftermath and the preparation done for the examination as from what I’ve observed. Though the poem doesn’t express the mentality of each and every student in the hall, I’ve tried my best to pose a usual perspective on examinations.

The poem also indirectly hints at the unnecessity of taking stress during exams. A little nervousness and tension is perfectly alright, but,

An examination only examines your ability, and doesn’t determine it.

Marks don’t define you. But yes, hardwork is a necessity for success.

[…And cheating in the examination hall.. Usually not preferred😂]

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