My World... My Voice... My Dreams...

  Chess Rain thrashed on the windowsill, One more mockingbird served the kill. Thoughts to turmoil; winding once more. Ran they did, held captive by the door. Spear pierced, knives-blood-blades. Enters she; Queen of Spades. Checkerboards- eight by eight. I'll have the pawn's head, thrashed through the gates. Sacrifices played by the knight, Bishops lost in vain- a killing sight. Now stands alone the Queen, only she protecting the throne. The last defender, fight the battle on your own. Check and mate; dies the last defender; Two choices left, die or surrender. The final breath, white catches the king. The final thread, they pulled the string. And once again, chess takes it all. One move was all it took, for the throne to fall. - Prisha Kapadia

 Hi again! Just to be clear, this is written from a girl's POV. At first it'll look like it's written from a bloke's POV, but I've highlighted a part to show y'all that it's not from a guy's POV. Rose The moon as I drove down memory lane, The lights began to shut...boon or bane? Cras drove down the city street, one left back a Rose. Memories of her came flooding back; Every day the pain grows. Icicles seem to strike through my stomach; wounding every part of me. The last light seemed to die, I'll hope to be free. One day I'll let go of her, the girl I had been Once again that memory, the reason she was lost. It turned the warm to cold, and all the sun to frost. The new city, the new beginning, the first night. Hopefully I'll move on one day, And this time it'll be right. -Prisha Kapadia

 Author's note:- Hi! So...I don't usually write notes for my poetry, and I'm really sorry to have kept you waiting for my second Chronicle. I've gotten stuck somewhere, so until then...ponder over this piece of work. This is inspired by the Kolkota Incident that took place this year. So...yeah.  This isn't created to offend or hurt any person or gender in any way, so I apologise if you feel that way. Anyways, Here it is: I don't want to give this a title Ran through the halls, Blood on her hands. Was this what it felt like? Being captured by a man? A scar along her cheek, not once more would she dare to peek. Her clothes torn apart, a shield for her life. She'd escaped his clutches, She took the knife. Dragged through an alley, Broken and bruised, Killed for self defense, she hoped the court knew. Independence day it was, but not for those of the country; Who wander on their way home,  Thinking only about, "Will someone kill me?" She'd saved he...

Dear Reader, Don't cry because it's over... smile because it happened. -Dr. Seuss They Belonged Somewhere... My deft fingers ran through the pages; the words taking me around the world, different people, different stages. On top of the world and back to the forest, Hogwarts and Narnia, Books if I'm honest. I look to see your face, Your eyes look into my soul. I fought beside you, I cried with you, But were you really there? You brought the life back to me. And you made me feel like I belonged somewhere. The wands and the robes,  The closets and abodes-  Was it all just a dream? Saved me from madness, yet left me to cry. I don't want this to end... I don't want to say goodbye. So here's to a girl,  born in the wrong world. Here's to a girl, Who once felt like she belonged. Even if they were only 'fictional', Even if they never were there. Even if they never stood here, Evn if they never felt her dispair. All she wanted was to feel at home. All she wan...