My Creative Earth

Block those doors, Lock those chains, Shut them out, Let lose those hearts, And cage their brains. Let em keep trying, Crying behind walls, Let em yell, scream, Allow them to dream. Wake them up midnight, Till rises the morning sun, Till they are ready for their final run, Like bullet shooting from the gun. Then release, a little peace, Let em fall on my knees, For I am their time, Till they run out of me.

Lovers eyes are cold and true, And passes every final test. Pierce the knife into the heart, And the other eyes begin to melt. Breaks apart and spills the truth, The emotions that were never felt. -- By Husain Kantawala

You matter. Your actions matter. Whatever you are, however you are. Rich matters, poor matters. Great if you have achieved your dream, But if you have not, then that's ok. It matters even if you have done nothing significant, Remember, if a butterfly can start a storm, so can you. You matter, every life matters. -- Husain Kantawala

Little secret for you and me, Little secrets thats all gotta be, Share a little bit, to start a talk, A little bit extra, enough for a walk, A little secret for a friendship that can be, Keep a little secret for you and me. You be a flower, and I can be the wind, Between the far away valleys, let our secret sing, Litttle bit of a blue, little orange, pink and red, Like the colors of the sky, let our secret spread. In a little bit of rain, and a little bit of dark, Beneath the sheet of the moonlight, let our secret spark. A little secret, can it ever be, A little secret for you and me. -- by Husain Kantawala

#ShortStory #3 As the sun gazed down upon the Yellowcrestvill, the winds sang the songs of the birds, the cornfields danced and smiled with a gleam and people rejoiced in the abundance of wealth and happiness. And it all seemed to be too good from the eyes of the raven that shadowed from above. Yellowcrestvill, a small village that once took pride in its success and wealth was brought down to its knees by the recent deaths caused by the plague of unknown origin. The village chief had organized the assembly to discuss further upon the matter. At noon, people gathered around the old willow tree at the village centre, and the chief stood tall upon the bench that was built around the tree. "Here, we all have gathered to discuss. The recent deaths have shaken us all, but I assure you all, that there is nothing to worry about. I am sure the ...

#ShortStory #2 I love my sister very much, we are twins, she is the only one who understands me. We played together, did makeup together, and ate together. You know right, what it feels to have a sister with whom you can share anything, do girl-talk and make her a secret partner of crime. I have a brother too; he is a year younger than me. We go to the same school. You know my brother is so stupid, he failed in class 2. It’s probably because of his annoying friends, he played with them all day. Never did he focus on his subjects. I do not have many friends in school, I don't like to talk to those mean girls. They keep teasing me all the time and make fun of me. My math teacher keeps punishing me in his class. I am weak in math and I am not ashamed of it, at least I don't fail like my brother.   My brother is my mom’s favourite, she clearly loves him more, after the death of my father. I was my f...