Moments of Wonder and Ponder

  When I grow up... When I grow up, I'd wanna be a mother, Nothing to say I'd be rather. Just to be that forever, A decision nothing but cleaver. Changing those nappies, Will surely make me happy. And when the years go by, When I'm fed up with those horrible cries, When my child is all grown up, She'll be ready to give me a big hug, For that which I've done, For simply being a lovely mum.

  Crickets. Crickets silent, crickets chirp on. Crickets chirpy sound on. So familiar, because I've heard it since I was born. O, now it's mute, What can I say about them? They are or ugly nor cute. Nor pretty as a sparkly gem. They are simply familiar, but not as a grasshopper. I remember not knowing what they were. So I screamed hitting it with a mopper. Thinking back,  I'm not sure whether I've known crickets since I was born.                                           Because then I wouldn't have hit it- oh smack.                                 But, yes but. I do remember the familiarity as it walked past my lorn.                                                   ...

  Head leaning on knees, Hand - dying for rescue, Eyes blinking in confusion. Pen shaking, Mind racking. Brain quivering; Trembling. Confusion with blurriness. ... Once the brain rolls from the stairs, Oh, yes! Studying from where? Upstairs! Just let me know who even cares? Neuron breaking into bits from that mind-boggling sight, It breaks from all those hits. The room was bright, Yes, it was, yes, it has, from all what? A math sum. - Khadijah Dilshad