Betrayed...

A tear rolled down her flawless face. Her body shuddered as she let out a sob, unable to control the overwhelming surge of emotions.
She stood up shakily, obviously she still hadn't gained complete control over her emotions. She felt broken and out of control, these were things that she had never felt ever since she had accepted ninja hood. She tightened her grip on her katana, constantly telling herself that dwelling on her thoughts wouldn't do her any good.
She walked along the path that faded away into the forest. She kept walking until she reached a clearing, it was a beautiful environment. There were flowers in full bloom, birds chirping, completely synchronized with each other. But the air still smelt of danger. It was the kind of feeling a prey experiences when being stalked by a predator. She knew she would be hunted as soon as they realized that she was still alive, but she was surprised, at how fast they'd found her deception. She snapped back to reality when she heard the sound of unnatural rustling of the leaves as if someone was watching her through the leaves, she was sure about it, after all she had been trained in all of this for so long. She turned around with lighting agility and brought up her katana guided purely by her raw instincts, she felt a powerful blow on her katana, it was clear that the person who had delivered it had only one aim : to kill. The identity of the ninja was very well concealed by the ninja's hood. She strafed to the right when the ninja delivered a blow that would have surely decapitated her if she hadn't moved. The ninja was quick and very agile but also considerably strong. She blocked another incoming attack and punched the other ninja in the stomach. The ninja staggered very little and sent an uppercut straight into her jaw. She fell backwards and tasted blood in her mouth. The ninja charged again, running as fast as the wind, for just moment she saw into the ninja's eyes, for some uncertain reason the eyes seemed familiar. She saw right through, into the underlying emotions, it was wild mess, eventhough the ninja showed no traces of remorse or hesitation, she saw somewhere inside there was still a bit of humanity, fighting the dark clutches of the unknown, the other ninja was completely torn because of the rift inside.
She rolled to the side as the other ninja was about cut her into half, she managed to dodge with a cut on her shoulder.she cursed under her breathe and got into a defensive stance, breathing slowly and studying her opponent who was now standing with the muscles tensed, the other ninja was going to attack she noted. And her assumptions were right but she had time to celebrate as the other ninja charged with new vigour. She stood still, watching, and slowly exhaled. She drew her katana and made swift attack on the other ninja's arm, this attack was quickly deflected and the ninja tried to jab her stomach with the elbow. She smiled as she realized that the other ninja had fallen for the fake. She easily blocked the jab and followed by twisting the other ninja's katana arm, disarming the ninja. Then she kicked the ninja and threw the ninjas katana away. The ninja tried to crawl away but was quickly brought to a stop by a the tip of the katana under the ninjas neck. "Take off your hood", she ordered,"Take it off!", she repeated. The ninja complied with her and slowly took off her hood.
She let out a sharp breathe when she saw who the ninja was, she understood why the eyes had been so familiar. They were the same eyes that had seen the cruelest of acts and had still remained innocent. They were the same eyes that had shed tears every night. They were the same eyes that she had loved looking into. They were the same eyes who had betrayed her. They were the eyes of her sister.

The rush to click.

I have been growing desperate these days, my summer vacations have begun , but so have my classes and all the extra practice for my tenth standard. I have been running around here and there attending my classes and I have had no time for photography. My fingers are itching to press the shutter button of my camera, my hand yearns for that familiar body of the camera and soul begs for a perspective.
To be continued....

Death.

It came, rushing through the golden meadow, tearing through the glorious sunlight and killing all the joy. It was as mighty as the greatest of gods yet as quieter than silence itself. It sucked the happiness out of everything. It left everything lifeless. It was beautiful, it was dark, it was creation that was twisted beyond imagination yet it was and wasn't corrupt. It was chaos, but it was chaos within balance. It seemed to be at the verge of destruction yet it seemed to be on the verge of creation. It was the regulator of life. It has been feared since the first civilization, it is older than  time itself. It is the one rule that is constant throughout the universe. Nobody escapes from it, not even the Creator, it is the ultimate truth. It has been personified and has been thought by as the "villain" and the "bad one", but it is has a role to play in the circle of life, it is the one that completes the circle and gives you a new beginning. It is a legend. It is death!

Death is visible yet invisible...

Shakespeare was, is and always will be a legend

Shakespeare, a name that is dreaded in the higher classes. My classmates find his writing illegitimate and think that he isn't very good in general. There are always groans and sighs when we have English lessons. But I find him rather extraordinary, he is prodigy and his works reflect that. His writings have revolutionised the lives of countless people. His understanding of the social structure and it's complexities and problems are very well conveyed by him. His witty humour and phenomenal character designing and creation give evidence that he is a significant figure, landmark or milestone in the history of the English Literature. And i can proudly say that Shakespeare was, is and always be the legendary writer who showed us the zenith of beautiful and reflective writing.

Translating emotions...

Recently, I was under a lot of emotional stress, it bothered me like crazy...hence I decided to write it down as advised by a very wise and smart person who I am thankful to for enlightening me.
I haven't ever written what i have felt, I have always thought about it or drew something in regard to what I was feeling at that point of time. But nevertheless I shall try writing my feelings.

So basically I was feeling mentally dead, it is a state where you can carry out all everyday chores and work but none of it give you any joy. I felt extremely depressed, I missed a person so much that I wanted to crap reality and live in my memories where I could keep replaying the good memories I shared with that person and escape the truth that I was afraid of. The truth wouldn't seep in, and hope is to be blamed for that, my rational side just can't beat the hope and longing towards that person got unbearable. I felt as if I was submerged in water, but no amount of flailing could get me out of the water, I could stay rooted and watch the world pass by. I tried to communicate with that person many times but all I got back were messages telling me to stop trying because it was over and that was the worst part. All my relentless efforts to reconciliate were useless. I felt used, and that feeling quickly translated to anger and want for revenge to compensate for all the pain caused to me. But I was shown reason and logic by the same wise and smart person and I calmed down. After all of this I decided to just go with the flow, not going out of line or try too hard. Just be passive and patient. No matter what, I decided to try my best to remain optimistic. Slowly and steadily this aproach gave me a lot of peace and I became friendlier and much more calmer than i was before. So this is it. I have said what I had to. And i feel the burden getting off my chest already. But I won't ever lose hope, and that person will always have a special place in my heart. P.S.-Pardon my crappy writing. Live long and prosper.