Within My Life

I’ll never, forever, ever be,

What you were beloved to me,

I’ll never plead to the heavens to recreate you,

I know you were a beautiful lie,

But you could never bear to be true.

You’ll never be true ever,

But just lie to me forever,

So I just wished one wish,

For you to be gone,

I can’t believe it was granted,

And for once, had I won.

 

But you never loved me,

Whatever the hugs may have meant,

Whatever the kisses may have whispered,

You never came back, once you went.

Away, away, and far beyond,

Behind the secretive mountains, and the silvery pond,

You plunged into the depths, were never heard of again,

Yet I spoke of you with love, while people nurtured disdain.

 

CHORUS

 

You may have been yourself,

But you were never the one to love,

Never the one to see, not the one to be,

No qualities from the soul above.

No fresh tears on those blue eyes of yours,

No aims, no goals, none of the words of prayers,

It was all a great whirlpool, went right through,

It was all a fantasy to make me love you.

 

For your letters are still with me,

Bound with those red ribbons, torn with age,

And I try to go deeper and understand,

But memories still flood my heart and mind,

And I’m too afraid of what I might find.

 

Night after night, you helped me faint,

To sleep, and delve into a trance,

We twirled, we laughed, we shared as well,

Holding each other still in that frolicking dance.

We didn’t think of the coming future or our past,

But we simply weren’t destined to last,

Because as we were clueless, happily so,

The loved not, but hatred was still incognito.

 

Gleaming in those fake diamonds, we,

However we fought, we were unable to see,

I didn’t know you motives, your intentions,

You never knew how much you meant to me.

For, though we were like sisters, we couldn’t be-

Bonds unconnected, or sacrificing family,

I thought the love was real, or at least the care?

It was all a scenario, simply to ensnare.

 

CHORUS

 

You may have been yourself,

But you were never the one to love,

Never the one to see, not the one to be,

No qualities from the soul above.

No fresh tears on those blue eyes of yours,

No aims, no goals, none of the words of prayers,

It was all a great whirlpool, went right through,

It was all a fantasy to make me love you.

 

For your letters are still with me,

Bound with those red ribbons, torn with age,

And I try to go deeper and understand,

But memories still flood my heart and mind,

And I’m too afraid of what I might find.

 

You died still in my arms, having forsaken,

You said you’d return, I never asked you when,

So you just were gone one fine day,

I couldn’t bring you back, once you had gone away.

So I just looked at you pictures, learnt you by heart,

It was a cruel end to a compassionate start,

But however was I to repent?

When would you understand it didn’t depend?

On you alone?

 

Or was I just another girl to be,

Another thing to cripple, and then set free,

Just one more second would you have been alive,

I really would myself, have taken your life.

 

CHORUS

 

You may have been yourself,

But you were never the one to love,

Never the one to see, not the one to be,

No qualities from the soul above.

No fresh tears on those blue eyes of yours,

No aims, no goals, none of the words of prayers,

It was all a great whirlpool, went right through,

It was all a fantasy to make me love you.

 

For your letters are still with me,

Bound with those red ribbons, torn with age,

And I try to go deeper and understand,

But memories still flood my heart and mind,

And I’m too afraid of what I might find.

 

Hi…. You could practically call this one of my first attempts at professional songwriting. Comments and feedback are really appreciated, as this is to be entered for a competition.

 

 

Miss Conceptions- The Poetic Expressions of a Young Girl

“Out of the innumerable ways that you may have tried to find your inner soul, this book is the strongest. Miss (Aliyah’s) Conceptions will continue to strengthen you by the light of sunrise. A variety of topics, ranging from love, beauty, sorrow, success, to nature, will bring you into an imaginary – or real, as you imagine it – world, where joy and poetic emotions have no end. This book stresses on emotions very much. Why? Just try deactivating your emotions, and then make an attempt to enjoy life. It’s difficult.

These poems are best understood when they’re felt by heart. Each of the poems conveys a message which will eventually prove a great help to mankind. Over the centuries, many great poems have been composed. But these poems are a summary of life, which accurately sum up your life for you. This book is going to help you know yourself. Snuggle into your favorite reading corner, grab a cup of coffee or tea, and put a Do Not Disturb sign on your door. Enjoy.”

 

Now available on amazon.inamazon.comamazon kindle, and goodreads, this book is an absolute essential for every poetry-lover.

The Blogger’s Experience Meet

It’s time for the first event in the month of June, when this website, Aaliyah’s Wishland, celebrates it’s birthday. And this event is designed especially to commemorate memorable experiences of blogging, and of nurturing a website.

Last June, when I created Aaliyah’s Wishland, I never did see how it would turn out. I just came across blogs, and I thought it would be nice to have one of my own. Now it’s surprising to see where it has got me online. And I have heard a few other experiences like that as well. Of course we have wordpress.com to thank, but I also have my followers, my visitors, and my blogger friends to thank.

So, I would want a few memorable experiences of writing on an online blog to share here on Aaliyah’s Wishland. Anyone who wishes to share their experiences, is most welcome to do so. Just e-mail me your experience at aliyah.ban@gmail.com, along with your name, and your blog name and address. The deadline for the stories is June 8, 2017. Submissions may start from today (June 1, 2017). Please remember to keep it short, and not too long. After the 8th of June, there will be a post on this blog, which will feature all the shared experiences.

Dear friends, thank you for all your support, and best of luck to all your blogs!

1 year of writing

This June, on this website, we are celebrating the completion of Aaliyah’s Wishland’s first year of writing. The aim of this blog was to communicate through writing, and show writing in a way that the world appreciates it’s beauty.

1 year with this mission in mind is complete. This June- on the 8th- Aaliyah’s wishland commemorates a successful year to wordpress.com. And thanks to all my faithful followers, and believe me, the comments, and the likes are really motivating.

This website will be hosting a series of three contests, and various other activities in June. The information about these contests will be shared in posts, one dedicated to each contest.

Thank you, and may Aaliyah’s Wishland stay and thrive forever.

Maleficent’s Trap

Dear readers,

This piece was written for a competition. It is supposed to be a children’s tale in not more than 1000 words. Please read through carefully, and please take some time to respond and provide feedback. I would really appreciate responses and feedback. The link to the competition is-

https://writetheworld.com/competitions/23

Maleficent’s Trap

“The thorny green brambles grew and grew, till they pricked her fingers and her feet. And among them, the blood-red buds were slowly spiralling open too, into scarlet roses, that brushed her hands with thorns, when she tried to touch them. She felt a sudden pull from behind. When she looked back, her her long golden hair was twisted and braided neatly- not tangled at all- with the thorny green vines. She gasped in surprise as the brambles slid round and looped around her hands and her legs. But they didn’t hurt anymore. She only watched her magical transformation, while the world around her was engulfed in silvery magical sparkles. So she never saw the changing world, spiralling slowly into another realm around her. Slowly, and mysteriously, the world around her vanished. It all merged into a silvery blur, and she gasped when she saw it happening around her. This was such magic as she had never seen before.
 
She still had a long way to go before the curse took it’s effect. She wasn’t sixteen yet, only thirteen. Her aunts had told her about the curse, only she knew that they weren’t supposed to reveal it to her. She wasn’t supposed to know her own fate. Her aunts just now had been with her now, and now the whole green forest had changed into this blur. She shouted for her aunts. They had magic, of course they could do something.
 
“Aunt Flora! Where are you?”
 
No answer. Silence. The world still kept spinning. 
 
“Aunt Merryweather? What’s happening?”
 
Silence.
 
“What is happening? Oh, I’m scared! Just answer me, please!”
 
There was silence yet again. The world of the green forest and the brown squirrels with the tall trees had all vanished into this unfamiliar silver spinning magic engulfing her. She wasn’t on the forest floor anymore. She was sitting on the same silvery sparkles, and there was nothing. But the brambles with the roses kept growing, and growing. And growing and growing, until it was spinning endlessly. Or was she spinning? The world seemed nothing but silver magic, and she closed her eyes.
 
She was aware of the fact that she was on the floor, lying on her back. Her vision was still too vague to make up her mind fully. Her sight sharpened, and focused onto a face. A face, beautiful, but yet evil, with a cruel thin-lipped smile, and magic filling every other deformity. Her eyes widened. This was that face, which she had seen once as an infant, but still remembered. By the word of her aunts, this was the evil fairy, the cause of her curse. This was Maleficent. She sat up hurriedly, and then remembered the brambles, the sparkles. But the brambles were no more, not on her hands and feet, not braided in with her hair. Her dress was resplendent, with no tears or marks of brambles. Her hair was braided into a long, long braid of purest gold, and pink shoes were on her feet. This was not how she had been in the forest. Then where was she now? She looked around herself, still aware of Maleficent’s piercing gaze. There were stone walls. Candles and lanterns hanging. There were only two other persons in the room besides herself. Maleficent, who was noticeable everywhere, despite the questions clouding Aurora’s mind. And the other . . her gaze fell on a young boy beside her, on the floor like she was. But he hadn’t woken up yet, like she had. He was dressed in a prince’s clothes, and a sword hung at his waist. His brown hair seemed tangled. Maybe Maleficent had the same intentions for both of them. That was when Maleficent stepped closer.
 
Maleficent’s horned black headdress looked menacing. Her thin red lips curved into a dangerous smile. Her long black robe reached the ground in an elegant fashion. She stepped forward, and put a sharp-nailed finger to Aurora’s chin, and lifted her head to her own face.
 
“Aurora, finally. Or should I call you Rose?” Danger and powerful, evil magic was even in her voice.
 
Aurora wasn’t daunted. She looked back at Maleficent, and shouted- “Get away from me!”
Maleficent laughed, a vicious and mocking laugh. She then raised her staff in her other hand. The same silver sparkles swirled in it’s glass orb. With panic rising in her heart, Aurora swiftly grabbed at the prince’s sword. She raised it high, and before Maleficent could stop her, Aurora drove the blade of the sword right through Maleficent’s heart. Relief washed over her momentarily, before she saw Maleficent rise up again. She was smiling no more. Bloodthirsty hatred shone out of her black eyes.
 
“You didn’t think that would kill me, did you now?” said Maleficent, her voice soft and rippling with danger.
 
“Why not?” said another handsome and deep voice from the room. Aurora looked around. The boy was awake.
 
Maleficent’s smile was back.
“Well, Phillip. Or Prince Phillip? Obstacles like you, are not worth my time.”
 
Suddenly, Aurora was blinded by three very glowing balls of red, blue, and green. They slowly expanded, till Aurora’s aunts were there. Flora, Fauna, and Merryweather. Maleficent looked disturbed. Flora suddenly shot out a beam of light that blinded Maleficent. Fauna placed a magic shield in front of Maleficent’s crystal orb. And Merryweather directed a beam of blue magic at Phillip and Aurora. In a swirl of silver sparkles, Aurora was back in the forest. A squirrel bounded up. She put out her hand to touch the little creature, but it went to something else beside Aurora. She looked around. Phillip was there too. But no Maleficent. “

Corpses

Splinters of fine wood apart,
Continues from the ancient start,
Havens in the skies of gold,
New corpses with flowers to hold.
Crosses in the graveyard be,
Underneath a single tall palm tree,
Flying in the air-borne noise,
Playing with an angel’s toys.
Stairs to hell, and carpets to heaven,
For all those who were good old men,
And the fine young children, dead galore,
Wait patiently, anticipate much more.
Between mourners in the cemetery,
Names etched in dusty upholstery,
But as they look down from the sky,
They’ll be remembered by and by.

Joanne

La fille est tres belle, elle est sympathique,
Elle s’appelle Joanne, le bel nom,
Mais, elle est triste, oui, mecontent,
La vie de Joanne est mourir.
Elle etait une contente fille,
Habite a Lyon en France,
Elle crie, mais non, elle,
habite en sa laide vie.
Sa brune cheveux a vole dans l’air,
Sa rouge chaussures danse un moyen,
sa yeux bleues regarde le monde,
Le monde tour sa un moyen.
Ah, chere Joanne!
Joanne etait une bonne fille,
Mais elle est mort,
Pourquoi? Joanne mort?
Il n’ya pas de reponse.
La petite fille Joanne.