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Through glitzy aisle                                                                Prerna Mishra Ooh! Yes I see it, Confounded and stupefied. I see the passion, That got lost, Staggers through glitzy aisle. I implore, not all Just a quarter of it, For sorority. For I am scared of this race Who says “nuclear weapons for peace”! Who believes earth will soak all, All its treacherous deeds! Who says “freedom”! But will decimate In the name of Religion and gender. Who feels the heat Albeit, says “what climate change”? Who disdains at blight of poverty Rationalizing it as “fate”! Yes I see it, Confounded and stupefied As it staggers through glitzy aisle.

It’s just us….                                                                                                               Prerna Mishra From the fear of losing, from the fear of being laughed at, from the fear of rising higher than acquaintances. Today burn this, for it does not allow me to walk with me. I have had good days and bad days. I have had questions at the end of the day no body answered. I have cried among deaf people and smiled among blind people. Mondays I let the problem win over and other days I won. Walking with nothing that is my, yet I felt everything is for me. Travelling with closed eyes seemed an overwhelming idea to me. Let me never acknowledge what has gone wrong, there is nothing to rectify. I have my own odds, I am fighting; this fight gets over the day my slumber is forever. I remain with no time, so pass on the task. Pass it to superman, batman, Spiderman or any man in that case I am not bothered. Do not let the voice in my

Clap for me Mr. celebrity                                                                           Prerna Mishra  Reality shows, thank you. No not you big boss, this is for shows like India’s got talent, Indian idol, Dance India dance and shows like this.  Glued to bed, totally in control of idiot box.  A bunch of kids who said, they don’t have money to buy clothes and so painted their body for the performance. Many don’t go to school saying ‘ hasiyat nai hai hamare’. I waited to see the act and was awe-struck. They were flying, yes they were!       Now as the three celebrities stand and clap, kids have tears in their eyes. They have a big yes from judges. And, I think to myself now people around them will rate these kids as talented, if they do shows now they can have bucks. Why are we so lackadaisical? Why do we need stars to clap and tell us these are the talented ones?  Why we ask talent to certify itself to merely believe its existence?  Singing sensation

Beautiful is not always stable… Beautiful and as I say this word, something must strike your mind. Be it nature, love, family and friends. what makes these things beautiful are that they are forever. Beauty as I thought is pleasing, soothing, mesmerizing and of course stable.  As I try and delve this feeling of beautiful. I find myself hanging in the sky. All things I thought to be beautiful have changed. I remember how badly I wanted some things in my life to stay just the same forever, but it changed. Everything changed. All the time I connected these two words beauty and stability, I thought this is it! ooh such a naive I was! Stability is a lie. Nothing is stable. I am changing, the syllabus in my school is changing, relationship status is changing, and even the mountains are shifting. Perhaps no body is at rest. Confused, I realized only change is constant.  This acceptance was hard!  For a girl, who has changed her school every 5 years, making new frien