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India

she/her

est. 11/10/19

when our children tell our story
they'll tell the story of tonight

hurts like hell - fleurie
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July Grab Bag

you will be almost (but never quite enough)


dear me,
    you will be almost, but you will never quite be enough. and i think you should accept it. the stars inscribed it eons ago, that you will always be never quite enough. 
    and that's okay. it's okay to never be quite enough. to be able to get the ball in the basket, but never in a match. to be able to talk to people, but never make a true friend. if you weren't that person, someone else would be, and i know you. you would not wish your fate on anyone else.
    i think you should embrace it. embrace your not-enoughness. you won't be able to make true friends, but the people on the pages, they will always be there for you. maybe you're never going to publish a novel, but the draft that you have, keep reading it. 
    and if you want to be more than almost, then you can. you...

Are We Truly Free?

They say I am truly free
Free in every way I was meant to be
But what about those who line the streets?
And those who are looked down upon because of their history?

We can't call ourselves free
We can't say we have achieved liberty, 
Until all these unjust, unfair understandings are put right
Until we tell people that, hey, it's okay to be who you are
We won't judge based on your skin, your culture, or who you love
You will be accepted, you will be valued, for if anything, you deserve freedom too

Until we bridge the money gap
Until we find a way to bring people off the streets,
Feed them food and give them a home
Give them jobs to earn their keep
So that they will also be free

The constitution states that our rights entail
Freedom of speech, freedom to learn
Freedom to grow and freedom to earn
The right to be paid...

Synapses

Expecto Patronum (Message box!)

Title: Expecto Patronum

Tagline: What makes you happy?

Genre: Reflection

Prompt outline: 

In the wonderful world of Harry Potter, the spell 'Expecto Patronum' creates a Patronus. This Patronus can only be formed from a happy memory, a very happy memory. A Patronus helps fight off dementors, that J.K. Rowling made based on her experience with depression. What does this say? It says that with a single happy memory, you can battle depression. All you need is one happy memory.

Dear writers, what is your happy memory, strong enough to fight off dementors? What is that one moment in your life that is strong enough to produce your Patronus?

First This, Then That

What Should I Be?

When I succeed, it is simply luck
But when I fail, I don’t work hard enough

If I top the class, I am considered a nerd
But when I come last, well they think it’s absurd!

Because first I was told be loud
But when I am loud, I am quietened
And then I was told to be brave
But when I stand up, I am pushed down again

Yesterday I was dark, today I am light
Here I should stay silent, there I should fight
First I was smart, then I was dumb
They said I was sensitive, but then said I was numbed

I honestly don’t know, what do you want me to be?

my feet are fast

my voice is loud
my feet are fast
and your unjust rules
they shall not last

for we will bring the walls down
and set everyone free
you don't get to rope us in
we will show you all that we can be

so get your guns
if you want to fight
we will march in peace
and set things right

one race they say,
that we all must run
and in the end, you will see,
that all the knots
they will be undone

Talking to “You”

the merry-go-round

your hair is a mess, sticking out everywhere
(like a pineapple, i suppose)
but it doesn't matter

your eyes shoot back and forth between the chocolate ice cream and the vanilla one
(both are equally tasty, i assure you)
as you decide what to pick

the loud noises around us, children screaming, parents shrieking, none of them bother you
(that's what growing up in a big family would do)
you drool in front of the ice cream truck instead

you look at me, asking what i want
(i don't really like either, ice cream isn't my thing)
and i say chocolate

So you get a chocolate and a vanilla
(and you hand me over the chocolate, i know what'll happen next)
and you bite into my ice cream to take a taste

and you giggle and pout at the same time
(it's mesmerising, really)
then pull me towards the merry-go-round

Extraordinary in the Ordinary

Hug me

a hug here, and handshake there
a smile on your face as you greet friends new and old
and you wonder to yourself how lucky you are
to be able to touch again, to love for real once more
because the one thing you took for granted
the life you seemed to live for the sake of living
that had gone, and come back again
and you missed it, truly missed it
and now you won't waste another moment

the red you see

forgive, forget, and you shall be free
let no one know of the red that you see

hold hands, heal hearts, isn't that all you need to do?
work day and night for the rest of your life for that one i love you

live and let live, like the people say
what is it if you struggle every single day?

wonder why the clouds weep and bring us the rain
why can't you bring something beautiful from the anger you contain?

all's end that ends well if you don't get mad
but you will rue the days you refused to take a stand

A Work of Magnificence || #hbdwriting4life

Your smile is infectious, 
    yes it truly is
And you're writing inspires me
    such a work of magnificence

We've known each other for quite some time now
        A few online meetings, but mostly from behind a screen
But I feel like I know you better than
            I know people who live in my apartment
And I just want to scream (Happy birthday)

 

Your World in Three Senses

Making of a Masterpiece

The fragrance of flowers so intense, much like permanent perfume in the wind. The nearer to the pond, the more watery the air; its muskiness increasing drastically. The faint odor of sweat as a yoga class continues in the background brings back memories. The clouds hang over our heads, mocking us with the scent of rain. Our masks off for the first time in (supposed) forever, the smell of the earth arrives.

The constant hum of the pond; as water flows from one end to the other (a drone), a base to the piece. Passing engines perform ad-libs, occasionally slowing down to marvel at the beauty. Chirping makes up the harmonies, sparrows and crows and parakeets all blend in together perfectly. Murmurs of people on call with their loved ones fill the empty bars, interludes unlike any. At night crickets fill the air, a free concert to those available. The faint breeze makes the trees shudder, rustling and whispering secrets...

she

she loves the sound of the wind and the wind loves her, whispering secrets into her ears, words unheard by anyone else

she loves the sight of birds going home black v's formed in the late evening sky. she wishes to fly too

she loves the smell of freshly baked, her nose travelling to the heated oven

she loves the taste of flavoured lip balm, playfully licking it as she stands in the middle of the metro bogey

she loves the touch of the plush toys she throws around in the mall

she laughs with her eyes and hugs with her heart

it will never be

is it my place?
to hold your hand when you cannot walk?
to give you my smile when you can only frown?
to give you a hug, just because?
i don't think so

i tried to make it mine.

but it isn't, and it will never be.

and there forever will be

i. and there will be love
in the times where one cannot find the footsteps
to move forward, not even a step ahead
there will be someone to give them a hug
because what are we, if we are not there for each other?

ii. and there will be hope
when all seems lost and no light remains
when life eats us up, one by one, slowly breaking us down
one will find a hand to hold
because who are we, if we are not together?

iii. and there will by joy
when your muscles pull and form a frown
refusing to turn back up and smile
there will be someone to give you their smile
because why are we here, if not to make the world a better place?

iv. and there will be me
when you are down on your knees
silent, solemn and have surrendered
to the demons inside, I will give you a hug
hold your hand and...

A History of Everything, Including You

you


you were born from the stars
finding your way down to the green 
from the dark black that surrounded you
for eons and more

slowly you bloomed, a seed then
a sapling, a plant, a bud
and then the flower grows
bright and cheery
bees come and sit on your petals

and then there's another flower next to you
and one more
your brothers and sisters

you watch as they bloom, trying to reach up
back to where you first came from
the infinite sky, blues and blacks and purples
they all look back at you

and one day you do go back there
maybe you were plucked before you bloomed
or maybe you bloomed, and then found home in someone's hair
but one day you do go back there

we all do.

Tiny Love

Summer Storms

It doesn't rain much in the winter here. Summer, there are violent storms, and the monsoon brings daily showers. But the winters, the winters are dry, and what most would say pleasant.

But I love the rain. I love the sound of droplets pattering onto the roofs of houses, puddles forming underneath the trees: the rain is home to me.

So when the first summer storm hit after months of dryness, I took a chair, a music player, and watched the storm patter down from the skies.

Robert Frost found happiness in the Dust of Snow, so why can't we?

to those still figuring out || happy pride month!!!

to those still figuring out
unsure of who they are
and who they were meant to be

to those experimenting with
different pronouns and wondering
whether crushing on someone was simply
because society told you to do so
or because you told yourself
you had to do it for society
or if you really do feel something

to those debating whether or not
to be honest with yourself
or please others
and forever live without knowing
what the unknown would have held

to those afraid
to talk to someone about
being who you are
because what if being yourself is wrong?

Place Poem

inside


thoughts swirling
reminders blaring
imaginary notes
plague the walls

a song playing
quietly repeating
what it means
to be home

raindrops remain
windows stained
the sun peeks out
from behind the clouds

neurons fire
all at once
piles and piles of paper
remain strewn in the trash

chaos as unreal
as flying pigs 
(though those exist here too)
scar me

the rock('s) garden


the rock stands tall behind the clear lake with lily pads floating on top. the aquatic plants look like gramophones, with their green speaker-like leaf bending towards the side. big fish swim in the water, leaving ripples and waves behind while the smaller fish scatter on the surface, occasionally jumping up and plopping right back in.

there is an easy way to get on top of the rock. almost stair-like, but not quite. sitting on top of it gives the view of the whole lake, fish and all.

at night, the lamps light up, drawing flies towards them. eventually creating a wonderful spectacle where disco lights are strewn about the pathway. 

in the morning, birds have their tea atop the branches of the trees, cawing and chirping at the passers by. 

in the afternoon, the sun so blazing hot, reflects of the lake, the green algae sparkling like sequins on a dress.

the evening brings dogs and dog walkers to...

10:28pm


it's 10:28pm right now
as i sit
blackbird softly playing

every one else is asleep... what about me?

it's not that i cannot sleep, oh how i would love to escape into my dreams (nightmares, actually. but they are much more pleasant than reality)

and while i (im)patiently wait for sleep to grace me,
i wonder why i cannot (do anything, really)

so at 10:28pm, when i cannot sleep
the rest of the nation in their beds

i cry for happiness.

the stars and the moon (footnotes)

I asked him if he liked the stars
He said they had no hold on me
I asked him if he liked the moon
He said I'm what it should aspire to be

always. will. be.


a.
rhetorical questions plague my brain
        (am i stupid?)
i cannot answer any,     they will not come (or go)
                            as much as i wish for them to be gone
until they no longer remain rhetorical,
                                                     until someone can give me clarity
clarity on what the universe means to tell me
                                                            i will laugh in the face of happiness
                                    and remain where i am
                           sad and lonely.

b.
i cannot help but snort at the irony
                                people come to me for advice (yet i cannot see)
            what exactly i'm supposed to make of the signs
                                                            (you see, they only appear from time to time)
so i will wait, wait for what, i don't know, but i will.

c.
and my hopes have already been quelled
                for a happier life, for a happy life
no, that is not possible,             so i shall...

Stand Up

i will upstand.


i. raise your voice. you have one, and although using it might seem impossible, letting others abuse it isn't right.
ii. start small. begin with what you have. can you tell your friends to wear a mask when outside? that's more than enough for now
iii. look at yourself. you cannot change the world until you change yourself. 
iv. know that there is good in the world. upstanding may seem like the world is a horrible place, but it really isn't
v. play to your strengths. there is no use in bringing a sword to a gunfight.


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being an upstander doesn't mean you need to seek out crime and hate. it means you care, and you want to make a difference. gun violence? write about why it's wrong. climate change? draw something depicting the issue. bullying? make a short film. racism? write a song. poverty? dance to raise money to change it. 

we can't change the world. in the...

Food Writing Competition 2021

School and Food (Review4Review || Title ideas needed!!)

We're in school for the majority of our childhood. For eight hours a day and six hours a day, we spend our time with other students and teachers, eating with them, studying with them, and in all, spending time with them. Schools are places of learning, to expand our minds.

When we think of school, we think of books, of geometry boxes, of desks and chairs and blackboards. Food probably isn't the first thing that comes to our mind.

Meals aren't the same in every school-- maybe everyone gets their food from home and you sit in the classrooms. Or maybe you go home for lunch and come back later. Maybe your school provides lunch and breakfast and you sit in a big dining hall with your classmates and teachers.

Ever since second grade, I've been part of the majority of people who were termed as 'School Lunchers'. We'd have to rush to the dining hall and find the shortest...

Food Writing Competition 2021

School and Food (Review4Review || Title ideas needed!!)

When we think of school, thousands of stimulating images come to mind. A place of learning and knowledge. A place where you memorise chemical equations and historical events. Where you find your house spirit and compete in basketball competitions. Where you meet friends who you will either connect with for the remainder of your life, or lose touch with within a few months.

When we think of school, we think of books, of geometry boxes, of desks and chairs and blackboards. Food probably isn't the first thing that comes to our mind.

Meals differ in different schools-- maybe everyone gets their food from home and you sit in the classrooms. Or maybe you go home for lunch and come back later. Maybe your school provides lunch and breakfast and you sit in a big dining hall with your classmates and teachers.

Ever since second grade, I've been part of the majority of people who were termed as 'School Lunchers'. We'd...

Food Writing Competition 2021

School and Food (Review4Review || Title ideas needed!!)

School. A place of learning and knowledge. A place where you memorise chemical equations and historical events. Where you find your house spirit and compete in basketball competitions. Where you meet friends who you will either connect with for the remainder of your life, or lose touch with within a few months.

When we think of school, we think of books, of geometry boxes, of desks and chairs and blackboards. It's probably not the first thing that comes to your mind though; lunch, I mean.

Lunches differ in different schools-- maybe everyone gets lunch from home and you sit in the classrooms. Or maybe you go home for lunch and come back later. Maybe your school provides lunch and you sit in a big dining hall with your classmates and teachers.

Ever since second grade, I've been eating the school's lunch. Standing in that line, grabbing the first plate and spoon and fork I can find, lunch was one the...

too much time has taught me time is worthless

too much time; that's all i've had in my hands
days seemed decades long; looming over my head
eat, sleep, study (but not really), repeat
the same old cycle, that starts and ends in my bed

and only has it been forty-eight hours
since i haven't stepped out of my room
yet it feels like it's been a century
we're all on the list for impending doom

i feel like i'm carrying the world on my shoulders
yet doing nothing at all
like life has hit the pause button on me
so i cannot rise, nor fall

the bedroom is now home to me
school, play and arts
and although my friends i can see 
through the window, we're still apart

too much time has taught me time is worthless
it's nothing more than a grain of sand
because we've had a year, and a little bit more
yet sickness haunts this land

 

to wear a mask pt. II


i.
people are dying.
mass cremations are being held
because really, there's too much to mourn

ii.
there isn't any oxygen left
and now, it doesn't matter
your money and status won't get you anything anymore

iii.
someone's mother, someone's son
someone's teacher, they've all gone

iv.
wear a mask, i beg of you
you can save a live, just one thing to do

v.
stay at home, as much as you can
online school, work from home, do what you must

vi.
please.

to wear a mask


i.
find the best one you can
(don't slack off)
an n-95 is approved

ii. 
hook the bands around you ears
(secure them if they're loose)
and make sure they stay

iii.
pull it up
(all the way)
cover your nose and mouth

iv.
don't take it off
(the mic can still hear you)
let it be

v.
save a life.

I am Indian. (Footnotes + Message Box)

I am Indian.

I don't have much information about my history. I know my dad (and most of his family) are all Tamil. My mom is Half-Bengali, Half-Odia. What does that make me? Half-Tamil, Quarter-Odia, Quarter-Bengali? I don't know. Arithmetic isn't my favourite either way.

My grandad died when I was six. I don't know much about his family, my parents don't talk about him a lot. I met my great-grandfather too, before he died a year after. I've never actually attended a funeral. I do know they don't bury bodies here, they cremate.

What I do know, is very little. I know I was born in The United States, Washington to be exact. I know for six years, I lived in Bothell and went to school in Kirkland. I know my mom volunteered in the local King County library after work, and that I'd sit there and pass time. I know we moved to India when I was six...

Poetry and Spoken Word Competition: 2021

Refrains To My Past Selves

Dear not-quite-one-year-old me
That CT machine looks scary, I imagine that's true
Maybe it's just a spaceship
After all, you're going to be the first kid on the moon

Dear two-year-old me
The hill is the only way home, even if it looks steep
Don't close your eyes when the car climbs it
Open them, and look at the trees

Dear three-and-a-half-year-old me
You have a little brother! I know you hoped for a girl,
At least he won't steal your Barbies, will he?
He will steal your cars though

Dear four-year-old me
I know you don't like staying back at school
But mommy had to work, Daddy too
And you can spend time watching the kids in the pool

Dear five-and-three-quarters me
Moving isn't the worst thing ever
You'll make new friends
And the old ones will still be there

Dear seven-year-old me
I know you're shy, but making friends is fun
She's a good girl, and she's so...

Poetry and Spoken Word Competition: 2021

Refrains To My Past Selves

Dear infant me
That CT machine looks scary, I imagine that's true
Maybe it's just a spaceship
After all, you're going to be the first kid on the moon

Dear two-year-old me
The hill is the only way home, even if it looks steep
Don't close your eyes when the car climbs it
Open them, and look at the trees

Dear three-and-a-half-year-old me
You have a little brother! I know you hoped for a girl,
At least he won't steal your Barbies, will he?
He will steal your cars though

Dear four-year-old me
I know you don't like staying back at school
But mommy had to work, Daddy too
And you can spend time watching the kids in the pool

Dear five-and-three-quarters me
Moving isn't the worst thing ever
You'll make new friends
And the old ones will still be there

Dear seven-year-old me
I know you're shy, but making friends is fun
She's a good girl, and she's so...

Poetry and Spoken Word Competition: 2021

Refrains To My Past Selves

Dear infant me
That CT machine looks scary, I can imagine that's true
Just imagine it's a spaceship
You're gonna be the first child on the moon, aren't you?

Dear two-year-old me
The hill is the only way home, even if it looks steep
Don't close your eyes when Mommy drives up it
Open them, and look at the trees

Dear three-and-a-half-year-old me
You have a little brother! I know you wanted a girl,
But hey, at least he won't steal your Barbies, will he?
He did steal your cars though...

Dear four-year-old me
It isn't a bad thing, staying late in school
Mommy had to work, and Daddy too
Play with the blocks, watch the kids swimming in the pool

Dear five-and-three-quarters me
Moving isn't the worst thing ever
You'll make new friends
And the old ones will still be there

Dear seven-year-old me
I know you're shy, but she's a good person
Open up to her, make a...

April Grab Bag

POV (A series)

your favorite song from the other perspective (ex: “Jolene” by Dolly Parton from Jolene's pov)—don’t forget to credit the songwriter! (by dee’s abditory)

Vienna, except it's from the crazy child's perspective.
------
I know, I'm a crazy child
I'm kinda ambitious for a juvenile
You say I'm smart, but I can't help but feel afraid

There ain't no fire, but I need to get out
I can't cool of, I'm gonna burn it out
There's so much to do, but only so many hours in a day

Well, when the truth is told
I can get what I want or I can just get old so I'm gonna
Kick off before I even get halfway through ooh
And you'll realise
Vienna's only home to you

Can't slow down, I'm doing fine
I'm gonna be everything I wanna be before my time
It's so romantic on the borderline tonight, tonight

Too bad, but it's the life I lead
I'm not...

Poetry and Spoken Word Competition: 2021

Refrains To My Past Selves

Dear infant me
That CT machine looks scary, I can imagine that's true
Just imagine it's a spaceship
You're gonna be the first child on the moon, aren't you?

Dear two-year-old me
The hill is the only way home, even if it looks steep
Don't close your eyes when Mommy drives up it
Open them, and look at the trees

Dear three-and-a-half-year-old me
You have a little brother! I know you wanted a girl,
But hey, at least he won't steal your Barbie's, will he?
He did steal your cars though.....

Dear four-year-old me
It isn't a bad thing, staying late in school
Mommy had to work, and Daddy too
Play with the blocks, watch the kids swimming in the pool

Dear five-and-three-quarters me
Moving isn't the worst thing ever
You'll make new friends
And the old ones will still be there

Dear seven-year-old me
She's a good person
Open up to her,
Make a new friend

Dear eight-year-old me ...

Dear God (Inspired by beth r.)

Dear God,
    I don’t know if you exist, but I will put my faith in the fact that you do. 
    I’m writing this letter to you because, well because it’s a prompt here. And I suppose, because it’s something I’ve put off doing for a long time. There’s a lot I want to address here, so I’m going to get started.
    Firstly, I wanted to thank you. Thank you for blessing me with everything I have today, a loving family, a healthy body, amazing friends and teachers, thank you for everything. I’m so very grateful for all that I have, for all that you have done for me.
    But I have some questions too. Why is it that what I have been blessed with, so many people haven’t? I’m not any better than them, if anything, they’re all far better than me. Why have they been deprived of the privileges I’ve been so lucky to have? ...

Poetry and Spoken Word Competition: 2021

Refrains To My Past Selves

I am not a poet
Words do not flow from my soul
I cannot make people fall in love
With the vague thoughts in my mind
Let alone call it poetry

My mother says all poets are dead inside
That all we write about is sadness
And can you blame her?
I find poetry depressing
And I don't call myself a poet
I am not a poet

My brother writes happy poems
At eleven years old, he knows how to bring joy into this world
He writes about smiling while we take up the journey of life
I cannot write such poetry
I cannot write poetry
I am not a poet

My friends are all into science and math
Relying on the facts, instead of believing in what doesn't exist
They made the right choice
They can be scientists and mathematicians
They don't need to be poets
I want to be a poet
But I am not a poet

My father...

Poetry and Spoken Word Competition: 2021

Refrains To My Past Selves

I wonder sometimes, why we try to live
When in the end, we know we are going to die
When family might hear that flatline tomorrow, 
Why don't we ever say goodbye?

I don't remember the last time we kissed
It's silly, isn't it? You never really know it's your last time
Until it becomes so, and for the life of me, god, I can't remember

I don't remember the last time I said I love you
The last time we drove together into work
All these last times that I thought would never come
Well, now they've come, they've gone, yet the pain, that still lingers.

I have something to confess
The world isn't perfect

no-
There is so much to despise, so much to resent
So much for us to complain about, and for us to pretend
That it is perfect, well that is a lie

There is no shame in saying so
There is no harm in...

The Life Of A Toothbrush -A story by 10B

Once upon a time, there was a toothbrush. It was imported from Antarctica. It was scared of it's owner because his mouth always stunk. One day there was a new toothbrush in the bathroom. The two toothbrushes started having a conversation. The new toothbrush said, "I am not scared of my owner because their mouth doesn't stink so much."

The other toothbrush responded, "It's the total opposite for me."

The new toothbrush decided to run away from the owner. After it ran away, the old toothbrush had no friends and was very lonely and sad. The old toothbrush decided to go into the garbage bin and find new friends. But when he was there, he died.

The old toothbrushes ghost came out to take revenge on the owner. He found out that the real reason the new toothbrush ran away was because he was used to clean utensils. The toothbrushes ghost would go on to posses a hammer. When the...

Single Greatest Challenge

T H E P R O B L E M S

There is simply too much for me to understand
How did we let this become the fate of our land?
Every single issue is a grain of sand

Poverty crowds the Mumbai streets
Thousands of people wanting food to eat

Rape is real, as much as we deny
Women all over have no tears left to cry

Overpopulation need I say much more?
We're a sinking ship, will we make it till the shore?

Black lives, Asian lives, every life is worth living
So why is gun-violence like a gift that keeps on giving?

Lines of trees burn down, falling one at a time
Yet all we care about, is how to earn that dime

Education for the youth, let them train their minds
"Why should we?" they say, "when there's jobs open in the mines?"

Mental illnesses, deaths are higher than ever before
People die because they can't take it...

Sijo

This beach

I miss you, and I know that you're trying your best to stay
But while you are on this beach with me, time flies far away
But you need to go back, for your family isn't me, it's them.

March Grab Bag

March Grab Bag

  • a recipe for the perfect day (by Vista of Grace)
The recipe to Perfect Pudding (Make your day perfect!!)

Ingredients: ​
  • ⅓ cup seven favourite books sugar
  • 3 tablespoons creative cornstarch
  • ¼ teaspoon salt to taste
  • 2 ½ cups memory milk
  • 1 ½ teaspoons loving vanilla extract

Steps:
  • In a saucepan, combine the sugar, cornstarch and salt. Pour the milk in at equal intervals, and cook over medium until the batter thickens. Add in the vanilla extract. 
  • Pour into desert glasses and let chill, serve cool.
  • an acrostic poem (in which each letter spells out a word or phrase) with your username (by BriRiley)
Sunshine and rainbows are overrated
Under every smile lies something sinister
Not that I don't like happy things, in fact they make my day, but
Very touching stuff is what gives me the flutters

Friendship Tweet

My Person

Friendship is being able to confide in someone without any hesitation. It's being able to live across the world, and yet being able to make time for each other. It's being able to call someone your person. 

icarus


icarus flew far too close
spreading his wings like a bird learning to fly
he flew and flew, trying to reach the sun
and it ended with wings falling from the sky

but don't we do what icarus did?
risk our lives every day?
why didn't icarus get a chance?
why didn't icarus get a say?

his wings were burnt by the sun so bright
and his scream echoed for the rest of the night

To The Werewolf

To the werewolf tearing their skin apart
Every full moon night, twelve nights a year
To the person who thinks so little of them
For being what they most fear

To the man scared of the moon
To the woman scared of the night
To the people who tremble in their bedsheets
And find solace in the sun so bright

To the howls in the darkness
To the cries in the trees
To the people who sit at the foot of the forest
Hands in their knees

You can do it.

In The Universe

We wrote our deepest thoughts on grains of rice,
We confessed our secrets to the heavens,
For this?

For the rice to be boiled by someone, eaten, and forgotten?
For the heavens to plaster the secrets to the walls,
The secrets we trusted them to keep?

I don't trust in the universe anymore
Why would it be so cruel?



 

Year by Year

And the years go by.....


o.
i learnt what the senses did.
i found peace in my mother's arms,
solace in my father's lap.

i.
i learnt how to chew,
with brand new teeth,
learnt how to walk,
tried to run,
but i fell

ii.
i ran, with the wind in my hair
my skirt blew, but i didn't care.
my first tooth came out, earlier than supposed
i lived in the library with my mom
learning to read dora and dr. seuss

iii.
we welcomed a baby boy early summer
a miracle wrapped in cotton
i passed out chocolates with my best friend at the hospital that day

iv.
there was a boy in my super k,
he shared my love of reading, and would only listen to me
i wish we had kept in touch

v.
i switched schools for the very first time
moving from tiny to huge
i wrote sentences and stories, found out so much about myself
i learnt what...

My heart breaks for Remus Lupin

Alone, Remus Lupin sits in the chair by the window. It's been a year since everything came crashing down, a year since he had felt happy.

The first few months were torture. He wasn't sure if he ate or bathed. Dumbledore had told him the news, and he had run off. Leaving Harry alone. And now he couldn't go get him, because Dumbledore had given him to Petunia, who had been promised that she wouldn't hear from the WIzarding community for a long time.

So as he steps into Hogwarts for his five year reunion, (that was, whoever was left from their batch) he can see Lily sitting on the tree with a book in her hand, and Remus begging her to come down, because he didn't climb trees (he was a werewolf, wasn't that enough animal behaviour?) He could see James and Sirius swimming in the black lake, the giant squid trying to grab them (but Sirius and James...

Op-Ed Competition 2021

The Issue With Education Today

For every board exam a student takes, they take about three pre-boards and 3 model test papers to prepare. And attempting these practice exams is not an option.

Every March, thousands of students around India sit to write their Board Exams. For each subject we take in school, there is one exam to be written, so on an average, each student writes five test papers. These exams, the question papers made directly by the education boards, are written in the tenth and twelfth grade and are said to be the most important exams in a students life. We're taught to be afraid of the exam from the moment we enter grade eight. The one threat at the tip of every teacher's tongue is that if we don't learn properly now, we won't be able to write our boards properly. Students study unimaginable hours a day to achieve a decent score on one set of 80 mark papers.

As one...

Unrequited

You say you love me
I don't think I can love you
I wish I could dear

Op-Ed Competition 2021

The Issue With Education Today

For every board exam a student takes, they take about three pre-boards and 3 model test papers to prepare. And attempting these practice exams is not an option.

Every March, thousands of students around India sit to write their Board Exams. For each subject we take in school, there is one exam to be written, so on an average, each student writes five test papers. These exams, the question papers made directly by the education boards, are written in the tenth and twelfth grade and are said to be the most important exams in a students life. We're taught to be afraid of the exam from the moment we enter grade eight. The one threat at the tip of every teacher's tongue is that if we don't learn properly now, we won't be able to write our boards properly. Students study unimaginable hours a day to achieve a decent score on one set of 80 mark papers.

As one...

Op-Ed Competition 2021

The Issue With Education Today

For every board exam a student takes, they take about three pre-boards and 3 model test papers to prepare. And attempting these practice exams is not an option.

Every March, thousands of students around India sit to write their Board Exams. For each subject we take in school, there is one exam to be written, so on an average, each student writes five test papers. These exams, the question papers made directly by the education boards, are written in the tenth and twelfth grade and are said to be the most important exams in a students life. We're taught to be afraid of the exam from the moment we enter grade eight. The one threat at the tip of every teacher's tongue is that if we don't learn properly now, we won't be able to write our boards properly. Students study unimaginable hours a day to achieve a decent score on one set of 80 mark papers.

As one...

Op-Ed Competition 2021

The Issue With Education Today

Every March, thousands of students around India attempt to write their 'Board Exams'. These exams, the question papers made directly by the education boards, are written in the tenth and twelfth grade and are said to be the most important exams in a students life. We're taught to be afraid of the exam from the moment we enter grade eight. The one threat at the tip of every teacher's tongue is that if we don't study now, we won't be able to write our boards properly. Students study unimaginable hours a day to achieve a decent score on one 80 mark paper, that, in the course of life, would probably hold no value fifteen years down the line. (Is this a bit too wordy? Too much information?)

As one of the youngest in my circle of friends at home, I've seen them hole up in their rooms to study instead of coming down to play. I've seen dark circles on...

The Path

She walked the path they told her to
Walked and walked, that's all she could do

And when skies started to cry
She tried her level best to stay dry

But the path they put her on
All the shelter there was gone

So she drenched herself in the rain
Slipped in the mud, but got up again

Numerous Narrators

To Lily Potter (More POV's!!!!!)

Lily Evans was perhaps the most intriguing person he had ever met. That wasn't much, seeing as he didn't go around making friends, but something was different about her. Living in a Muggle suburb, he didn't meet any magical children, and he knew Lily's family were Muggles, but he could feel it– he knew Lily was magic. And that was only confirmed when he saw her fly (fly!) off the swing in the park. He was nine, and he couldn't perform that kind of magic. Lily was tiny– he suspected she was about seven– and she was already able to control her magic! 

Her sister, on the other hand, was the most annoying girl he ever met. He saw her get the newspaper every morning, when he went to get it too. She never smiled, and he even saw her snarl at Emily, the girl who lived down the street from him every morning. Now, Severus didn't think of him...

Is it just me?

Am I at fault?
For falling in love,
with people who don't exist?

Should I be condemned?
For crying over bodies
that were never there?

Was it my mistake?
For growing so attached
to a soul that never was?

Should a turn over a new leaf?
And forget those on the pages of my books?

Should I leave the characters on the screen?
Let them free, and erase them from my memory?

I love so many people that don't inhale oxygen
Is it my weakness? 

I find it funny, sometimes
How I can cry for people who have never lived
How I live alongside fiction and fantasy

But is it my fault?
That I can cry, laugh, and fall in love
With people so far out of reach?

Is it me in the wrong?
That I can relate to people on the pages of a book?
That I find my best friends in the pixels of a screen? 

Is it...

Best Fake Friends

I'd rather know you don't like me
Than watch you have fun behind my back
I'd rather you say we don't want to invite you
Instead of making up excuses to cover your tracks

I've seen the pictures
Social media's a blessing and a curse
Posing like I don't exist
And forgetting about me-- or worse

You know I can see the profile pics
Sometimes I wonder if you do it on purpose,
Or maybe you don't, but you can't stop yourself
But not knowing doesn't make it hurt less


You know what, I really don't care
If you lie directly to my face
When I asked if you'd like to watch a movie
And instead, you had a get together at another place

So if you don't want to invite me
Or if you don't want to be my friend
Tell me to my face, or send me a message
And I won't bother you ever again

 

Precalculus

Precalculus is hard
I don't know what to do
I watch videos again and again
For concept that existed
But I never knew I never knew

I wish I could learn with my class
But my mom is pushing me on
So I'm sitting on my four day break
And instead of watching movies
I'm watching the academy of Khan

So many more units to do
So many more videos to watch
My eyes are hurting 
My stomach is aching
And it doesn't help that it's my time of the month

So dear friends, help me out
How did you get through
Because precalculus is hard
And calculus seems to be impossible
And I don't know what to do

I don't want to be called smart

Idon't want to be called smart
From my family or friends
They keep describing me like that
And I've never felt so tense

The moment I ask someone to describe me
It's either smart or intelligent
But what if I want to be something else?
What if I want to be different?

The moment someone hears my name they say
'Girl at the top of all her classes?
The one with perfect scores?
The one with glasses?'

But what if I wanted them to say something else
Perhaps 'Girl who is helpful?
The one who gives more than she gets?
The one who stays by your side?'

I don't want to be known as smart
I don't want every single quiz I take to ask me what is my best quality
Only for the friend who's on the zoom call with me
Says intelligence instead of sensibility

I don't want to be known as smart
When I tell others I'm...

25 Words

The Girl Under The Bridge

The rain pours down, and even sleeping under the bridge makes no difference. She lies where she is. It's not like she could go home.

I Love You (Message Box– Thank you so much!!!)


Love, they say, is the strongest of them all
It can conquer death, it can build us up after our falls
It finds solace in the depths of our heart
It puts us back together when we are broken,
But it also tears us apart

I've never been a fan of hate
Why despise someone, every second of every day?
Isn't loving so much easier a task to do?
The words just slip out of our mouth, like the strings of a violin
'I. Love. You.'

Red I find, is the colour of blood
Which just goes to show what we'd do for love
Because red hearts and red strings love at its finest
And we'd give our blood if it means their lives
If they remain the brightest

Love is an echo, resounding in our souls
It passes all the time, but it never grows old
And when we die, it doesn't die out,
We pass on the love...

Numerous Narrators

To Lily Potter (More POV's!!!!!)

Lily Evans was perhaps the most intriguing person he had ever met. That wasn't much, seeing as he didn't go around making friends, but something was different about her. Living in a Muggle suburb, he didn't meet any magical children, and he knew Lily's family were Muggles, but he could feel it– he knew Lily was magic. And that was only confirmed when he saw her fly (fly!) off the swing in the park. He was nine, and he couldn't perform that kind of magic. Lily was tiny– he suspected she was about seven– and she was already able to control her magic! 

Her sister, on the other hand, was the most annoying girl he ever met. He saw her get the newspaper every morning, when he went to get it too. She never smiled, and he even saw her snarl at Emily, the girl who lived down the street from him every morning. Now, Severus didn't think of him...

Song Writing Competition 2021

Dear Best Friend

Link to Performance: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jEkGtxPojtk​

[Intro]
Dear best friend….

[Verse 1]
How do you do? It’s been
Twenty years since I saw you
I know we went our separate ways, but
I just really miss those days when we’d
Sit on the swings in the middle of the park
Laugh and joke till it turned dark
I don’t know if you remember me, but if
You do then I can’t wait to see
You again

[Verse 2]
You see,
I’m coming to your quaint town,
I’d really love to see you around
We could grab a coffee or two, and
I’d spill my guts to you, because
You’d laugh and throw my troubles away
I’d smile and things would be okay
I don’t know if you remember me, but
If you do, then I can’t wait to see you again

[Chorus]
Dear best friend,
My life’s been a never ending
Circle, and I just want some time with you
I know...

Song Writing Competition 2021

Dear Best Friend

Link to Performance: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jEkGtxPojtk​

[Intro]
Dear best friend….

[Verse 1]
How do you do? It’s been
Twenty years since I saw you
I know we went our separate ways, but
I just really miss those days when we’d
Sit on the swings in the middle of the park
Laugh and joke till it turned dark
I don’t know if you remember me, but if
You do then I can’t wait to see
You again

[Verse 2]
You see,
I’m coming to your quaint town,
I’d really love to see you around
We could grab a coffee or two, and
I’d spill my guts to you, because
You’d laugh and throw my troubles away
I’d smile and things would be okay
I don’t know if you remember me, but
If you do, then I can’t wait to see you again

[Chorus 1]
Dear best friend,
My life’s been a never ending
Circle, and I just want some time with you
I...

Pandemic Metaphor

Home is--

Home is the centre of happiness
Where joy and pleasure ignite
And when we've been here for ten months straight
It's hard to find the light

But home is the place of smiles
Of food fights and chases
Home is where we find ourselves
Home, they say, is where the heart it

I want to be in my English textbook

I want to be in my English textbook
Students ages and ages hence
Shall read about the worlds I created
The characters I like to call my friends

I want them to read the poems I write
The quotes and thoughts I've spoken
I want them to answer questions about chapters
About something interesting I've written

I want them to read about my life
The places I've been to and things I've seen
I want them to read about all my achievements
The people I've dressed up as and been

How do I get into my English textbook?
Perhaps I shall never know
But if I can do one thing
Is to write now and forever more

Then perhaps one day
I shall see my name in the text
And then, finally
My soul shall rest

Mother Nature (Original and Rewrite)(Footnotes)

Original:

Before we came, the Earth was clean
The dinosaurs let it stay green

When we were born, it was clean all round
We started to litter and turned it all around

Now it's full of dust dust and dirt
Nobody cares if mother nature is hurt

We should keep it tidy and neat
Then mother nature's heart will happily beat!

Rewrite: 

When the Earth was simply a void, it was spotlessly clean
The dinosaurs went about their day, making sure it stayed green

When we were born, it was still clean on all sides, up and down
But we started to litter, and turned everything around

Now the soil is no more, it is only dust and dirt
Nobody spares a second glance at Mother Nature, nobody knows she's hurt

We must try our best to make sure it stays tidy and neat
Then Mother Nature will smile and her heart will happily beat!

Song Writing Competition 2021

Dear Best Friend

Link to Performance: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jEkGtxPojtk​

[Intro]
Dear best friend….

[Verse 1]
How do you do? It’s been
Twenty years since I saw you
I know we went our separate ways, but
I just really miss those days when we’d
Sit on the swings in the middle of the park
Laugh and joke till it turned dark
I don’t know if you remember me, but if
You do then I can’t wait to see
You again

[Verse 2]
You see,
I’m coming to your quaint town,
I’d really love to see you around
We could grab a coffee or two, and
I’d spill my guts to you, because
You’d laugh and throw my troubles away
I’d smile and things would be okay
I don’t know if you remember me, but
If you do, then I can’t wait to see you again

[Chorus 1]
Dear best friend,
My life’s been a never ending
Circle, and I just want some time with you
I...

Song Writing Competition 2021

Dear Best Friend

[Intro]
Dear best friend….

[Verse 1]
How do you do? It’s been
Twenty years since I saw you
I know we went our separate ways, but
I just really miss those days when we’d
Sit on the swings in the middle of the park
Laugh and joke till it turned dark
I don’t know if you remember me, but if
You do then I can’t wait to see
You again

[Verse 2]
You see,
I’m coming to your quaint town,
I’d really love to see you around
We could grab a coffee or two, and
I’d spill my guts to you, because
You’d laugh and throw my troubles away
I’d smile and things would be okay
I don’t know if you remember me, but
If you do, then I can’t wait to see you again

[Chorus 1]
Dear best friend,
My life’s been a never ending
Circle, and I just want some time with you
I know you’re busy, But...

Song Writing Competition 2021

Dear Best Friend

[Intro]
Dear best friend….

[Verse 1]
How do you do? It’s been
Twenty years since I saw you
I know we went our separate ways, but
I just really miss those days when we’d
Sit on the swings in the middle of the park
Laugh and joke till it turned dark
I don’t know if you remember me, but if
You do then I can’t wait to see
You again

[Verse 2]
You see,
I’m coming to your quaint town,
I’d really love to see you around
We could grab a coffee or two, and
I’d spill my guts to you, because
You’d laugh and throw my troubles away
I’d smile and things would be okay
I don’t know if you remember me, but
If you do, then I can’t wait to see you again

[Chorus 1]
Dear best friend,
My life’s been a never ending
Circle, and I just want some time with you
I know you’re busy, But...

1400 miles apart, but 14 inches away at heart

1400 miles apart is far too far for anything
And it is even worse to think that multiplying that into 7 is how far we are apart
Far, far apart

But--
That doesn't mean we don't talk
That doesn't mean we don't laugh
That doesn't mean that when I'm with you
Time seems to pass
Like threads of glass

So fourteen inches
Is what I think
Is the perfect distance to be at at heart
Not too close 
Not too far
Fondness, they say
Tears the heart apart
Distance, they say
Makes the heart fonder
So what are we?
 

the end of our days (Sequel to Jupiter and Saturn)

jupiter, i love you so
why won't you love me too
jupiter, i love you more than all the stars in the sky

more than all the planets in the galaxy
jupiter, how can't you love me
I have chased after you for 800 years
i have fought the planets so i can be yours

jupiter, please come back, stay with me,
don't go away, i won't agree
we were meant to be

jupiter, the stars are watching, they know that we belong
the sun is shining, the planets are moving
they are making way for you to come


saturn, i love you so
i know you love me too
you are prettier than all the stars in the sky

all the planets in the galaxy
bow down for you and me
saturn, i have tried to wait for you
all the planets know that i belong to you

saturn, i wanna come back, to stay with you,
but i must go...

Mid-January Grab Bag

The Legend Of Day And Night

a myth that explains why the sky turns black at night (by AstroWriter)

Long long ago
In a land not far away
There existed no sleep or wake
No night or day

But then a fairy came along
She said her name was Night
She sprinkled fairy dust on everyone's eyes
Which made them see blue with white spots shining bright

Another fairy came along
Night's sister, Day
She brought with her a sun
That she left here to stay

Now the sun rises 
And it sets in the end
But only when it is in the sky
Can we see again

When it isn't flying high
Our vision turns blue and white
And that my love, is the legend
The legend of Day and Night

House Of Cards

Come with me
Let's build a house of cards
Stare into oblivion
As it falls apart

It crumbles beneath our fingertips
And we cry in agony in memory of it
But we won't stop until we reach the top
So help me build this house of cards

Even one mistake can throw all the hard work away
Even one wrong touch can become a great mistake
But the house of cards that we finally make
Will be home to us for the rest of our days

It's flimsy, teetering on the edge of infinity
So we mask it with desirability to cover it's vulnerability
And it stands proud against the sunset
And we praise it with off-key dulcets

Then we stand and we pray
Hope that it lives for another day
But the world isn't so kind
It flies away with the wind, leaving us behind

So we cry for a few hours
Over the wonder we lost
But then...

Book Review Competition 2021

The moment I met what life truly meant

In life, we like stability. So when Jasmine's life is pulled out from beneath her feet, how does she cope with it? And on top of everything going on in her life, she has to put up with you, Matt Marshall. 

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Romance lovers, here's your must-read of the century. Shove aside Romeo and Juliet, forget James and Lily; this is a book you will not want to miss. Not your average novel, The Year I Met You dives into finding yourself, learning that people aren't always what they seem to be, and all along has the romance we could only dream of. If you're like me, and you dislike reading books with a more character-oriented plot, you might find romance a bit boring. However, I loved the concept of the book, so I kept at it, and once you come to a point where you have the groundwork laid out, the book just sucks you in!

The Year I...

Perhaps Life is Better

The leaf hung loosely from the wall's ivy,
"Isn't it beautiful?" Sue asked Johnsy
"Ah, but the storm is coming" Johnsy adamantly replied,
"Tomorrow you shall see it will have flown away and died

And just like the leaf, I shall too pass,
The breath I take in the morning shall be one of my last,
Pneumonia is a terror, please understand my friend,
With every passing minute, I am closer to my end."

So they went to sleep, the curtains hanging loose,
And yawning, they woke up the next morning which came too soon,
Sue looked at Johnsy before tearing the curtains apart,
And the sight she saw before her was enough to melt her heart.

"Johnsy, the leaf has not fallen from the tree,
It still stays strong, fighting as you can see,
And you repeat again and again that you and the leaves are birds of a feather,
So now you must realise, perhaps life is better."

Book Review Competition 2021

The moment I met what life truly meant

In life, we like stability. So when Jasmine's life is pulled out from beneath her feet, how does she cope with it? And on top of everything going on in her life, she has to put up with you, Matt Marshall. 

---------------------------------------

Romance lovers, here's your must-read of the century. Shove aside Romeo and Juliet, forget James and Lily; this is a book you will not want to miss. Not your average novel, The Year I Met You dives into finding yourself, learning that people aren't always what they seem to be, and all along has the romance we could only dream of. If you're like me, and you dislike reading books with a more character-oriented plot, you might find romance a bit boring. However, I loved the concept of the book, so I kept at it, and once you come to a point where you have the groundwork laid out and you know where you're going, the book just...

January Grab Bag

January Grab Bag Prompts

  • What’s your personal definition for the word hope? (by poems4all)
Hope.

That tiny glimmer of light.

Shining through.

Even when the darkness blinds you,

That thread of happiness,

That thread of joy,

Will guide you.

Hope is holding the hand of your loved ones,

To infinity and beyond.

To have someone else who will always have your back,

Someone who will help you when you fight.

Hope is there in every single pupil,

In the centre of the eye.

It shall one day blind the darkness,

The darkness will cease,

And the hope will rise.

Book Review Competition 2021

The moment I met what life truly meant

In life, we like stability. So when Jasmine's life is pulled out from beneath her feet, how does she cope with it? And on top of everything going on in her life, she has to put up with you, Matt Marshall. 

---------------------------------------

Romance lovers, here's your must-read of the century. Shove aside Romeo and Juliet, forget James and Lily, for this is a book you will not want to miss. Not your average novel, it dives into self-discovery, learning that people aren't always what they seem to be, and of course, has that desired touch of romance. If you're like me, and you dislike reading books with the plot more character-oriented, you might find romance a bit boring, because your mind needs something to focus on, not just the characters. However, I pushed through it, and once you come to a point where you have the groundwork laid out, and you know where you're going, the book just sucks you...

January Grab Bag

January Grab Bag Prompts

  • Write a poem inspired by the color of the walls in your room (by Ash~)
My room walls are oh so bland
They are even more boring than the color of sand
They stare at me like I've done something wrong
As if they've been right all along

The cupboard door on the other hand,
Well next to the walls, they're the king of my land
Decorated with pictures of several kinds
They help me see again when I turn blind

Because my walls are oh so plain
They're even more drab than the sound of rain
I wish I could change them to make them look nice
But my house is rented, so I'll have to think twice

Book Review Competition 2021

The moment I met what life truly meant

In life, we like stability. So when Jasmine's life is pulled out from beneath her feet, how does she cope with it? And on top of everything going on in her life, she has to put up with you, Matt Marshall. 

---------------------------------------

Romance lovers, here's your must-read of the century. Shove aside Romeo and Juliet, forget James and Lily, for this is a book you will not want to miss. Not your average novel, it dives into self-discovery, learning that people aren't always what they seem to be, and of course, has that desired touch of romance. If you're like me, and you dislike reading books with the plot more character oriented, you might find romance a bit boring, because your mind needs something to focus on, not just the characters. However, I pushed through it, and once you come to a point where you have the groundwork laid out, and you know where you're going, the book just sucks...

Book Review Competition 2021

The moment I met what life truly meant

In life, we like stability. So when Jasmine's life is pulled out from beneath her feet, how does she cope with it? And on top of everything going on in her life, she has to put up with you, Matt Marshall. 

---------------------------------------

Romance lovers, here's your must-read of the century. Shove aside Romeo and Juliet, forget James and Lily, for this is a book you will not want to miss. Not your average novel, it dives into self-discovery, and learning that people aren't always what they seem to be, and of course, has that desired touch of romance. If you're like me, and you dislike reading books with the plot more character oriented, you might find romance a bit boring, because your mind needs something to focus on, not just the characters. However, I pushed through it, and once you come to a point where you have the groundwork laid out, and you know where you're going, the book just...

Book Review Competition 2021

The moment I met what life truly meant

In life, we like stability. So when Jasmine's life is pulled out from beneath her feet, how does she cope with it? And on top of everything going on in her life, she has to put up with you, Matt Marshall. 

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Romance lovers, here's your must-read of the century. Shove aside Romeo and Juliet, forget James and Lily, for this is a book you will not want to miss. Not your average novel, it dives into self-discovery, and learning that people aren't always what they seem to be, and of course, has that desired touch of romance. If you're like me, and you dislike reading books with the plot more character oriented, you might find romance a bit boring, because your mind needs something to focus on, not just the characters. However, I pushed through it, and once you come to a point where you have the groundwork laid out, and you know where you're going, the book just...

Writing Resolution

In progress

Don't write more, write better.

Book Review Competition 2021

The moment I met what life truly meant

In life, we like stability. So when Jasmine's life is pulled out from beneath her feet, how does she cope with it? And on top of everything going on in her life, she has to put up with you, Matt Marshall. 

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Romance lovers, here's your must-read of the century. Shove aside Romeo and Juliet, forget James and Lily, for this is a book you will not want to miss. Not your average novel, it dives into self-discovery, and learning that people aren't always what they seem to be, and of course, has that desired touch of romance. Romance is a difficult genre to write, and hard to read too, simply because there is no concrete plot. As someone who needs a plot for the book, I tend to get distracted quite easily when nothing interesting happens in the first few chapters, which was no different with this book. However, I pushed through it, and once you come to a...

Book Review Competition 2021

The moment I met what life truly meant

In life, we like stability. So when Jasmine's life is pulled out from beneath her feet, how does she cope with it? And on top of everything going on in her life, she has to put up with you, Matt Marshall. 

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Romance lovers, here's your must-read of the century. Shove aside Romeo and Juliet, forget James and Lily, for this is a book you will not want to miss. Not your average novel, it dives into self-discovery, and learning that people aren't always what they seem to be. Romance is a difficult genre to write, and hard to read too, simply because there is no concrete plot. As someone who needs a plot for the book, I tend to get distracted quite easily when nothing interesting happens in the first few chapter, which was no different with this book. However, I pushed through it, and once you come to a point where you have the groundwork laid out, and...

You'll be there || #Januarygifting

i.
Can we watch the sunrise?
Can we admire the rays as they fall upon us,
illuminating our shadows in the darkness?
Please,
Stay with me
Watch the sunrise with me
Let us forget the meaning of time
As it slowly passes, 
Let it leave us behind

ii.
For raising one glass isn't enough
To the fragment of heaven that came down to the Earth
No one shines brighter than you, my dear
You blind everyone with your stunning eyes
And no one really cares that you do so
Because they know that they've been blessed by your presence
So shine, my dear, shine
Shine because the stars no more do so

iii.
Have you ever wondered why
People walk away?
Because I do
I wonder every day
They don't even say goodbye
But you'll stay with me, won't you?

iv.
I've never thought of myself as talented
Talent is you dear
Talent is the way your hand swishes across...

Self-Love

What I love about myself.... I guess?

  1. My hair is the one thing I like about my body. It's straight, but not too straight. And it's silky, but not too silky.
  2. I do pride myself on playing the violin. I'm not the best, but just the fact that I love playing it is enough.
  3. I love that I can wake up in the early hours of the morning, because I find getting up earlier beats sleeping later.
  4. I love that I can adapt to situations easily, without regard to the context.
  5. And... As given in the prompt, yes, I suppose I do pride myself on knowing the lyrics to almost every song in Hamilton, and probably every line in Harry Potter.

Book Review Competition 2021

The moment I met what life truly meant

In life, we like stability. So when Jasmine's life is pulled out from beneath her feet, how does she cope with it? And on top of everything going on in her life, she has to put up with you, Matt Marshall. 

Romance lovers, here's your must-read of the century. Shove aside Romeo and Juliet, forget James and Lily, for this is a book you will not want to miss. Not your average novel, it dives into self-discovery, and learning that people aren't always what they seem to be. Romance is a difficult genre to write, and hard to read too, simply because there is no concrete plot. As someone who needs a plot for the book, I tend to get distracted quite easily when nothing interesting happens in the first few chapter, which was no different with this book. However, I pushed through it, and once you come to a point where you have the groundwork laid out, and you...

legacies


i want to build something that' going to outlive me
i wan't people to remember me
not from my sins
not from my faults
but from my legacy

legacy, what is a legacy?
is it planting seeds in a garden you never get to see?

is it finding joy in every memory?
is it something that was always meant to be?

i wrote a few notes of a symphony
i hope someone finishes that melody
the melody i shall never hear or see
but it shall live on after me

i wonder of humanity will remember me
when i'm gone and my ashes are all that are left to see
sometimes, i dream of glory
but if i aim for glory when i live
who will tell my story?

sometimes i lie awake at night in ecstasy
because i know that even if i don't leave a legacy
i shall one day know what i'm meant to be
i shall...

Bread and Light

There is a––

  1. There is the sun, that makes me want to live with joy
  2. There is one girl, who makes me feel like I will live a wonderful life
  3. There is a musical, that keeps asking me if I've done enough
  4. There is a book, that tells me that there is true love
  5. There is another book, that lets me believe in magic
  6. There is a song, that makes life feel so tragic
  7. There is an instrument, that lets my soul pour out
  8. There is a person, that helps me plan my goals out
  9. There is a spark, that I will kindle into a fire
  10. There is a pot of gold, that makes me walk on the wire.

friendship application sent || review pending

name: saanvi
age: you'd be surprised to really know
birthday: not important

[ cover letter ]
have you ever wondered why the stars shine for people like us?

[ skills/talents ]
i can't describe myself as talented. i can say i love writing, but i can't call it a talent. i can say i write day and night, but i can't call it a talent. i can say i can't live without music, but i can't call it a talent. i can say i am skilled at many things. i can't call them a talent. please, don't make me call my skills a talent. for one thing i've learnt while living is that most talents are wasted on trying to perfect them.

[ interests/hobbies ]
i've never done it before, but given the chance, i'd play a leading role in a musical. i'd play first row violin in carnegie hall. hobbies.... writing, music, reading, singing in my grandmother's stairwell, because...

A rant on nothing, yet everything at the same time


Sometimes, I wish the world would stop spinning.

Saturn (Looking for peer reviews)


saturn, i love thou so/but i cannot love thou now/

you are more beautiful than/all the stars in the sky/all the planets in the galaxy/
saturn, i do love thou so/

saturn, i have tried to wait for you/i have tried to fight the planets to be thine/
i am trying to come back/i want to stay with thou/but i must go away, even if i love thou so/

saturn, i can see it written in the stars/i know thou loves me too/saturn, you must try to live without me/
i am the biggest planet/i am the king of them/saturn, i have a lot to do/
but i still love thou/

saturn, i can't help but run away/thy sun is pulling/
saturn, i cannot help it/

saturn, we shall meet again.

Jupiter (Looking for peer reviews)


jupiter, i love thou so/why won't thou love me too/

jupiter, i love thou more than/all the stars in the sky/all the planets in the galaxy/
jupiter, how can thou not love me so/

jupiter, i have chased after thou for 800 years/i have fought the planets so i can be thine/
jupiter, please come back/please stay with me/don't go away, i love thou so/

jupiter, it has been written in the stars/why can't thou realise/jupiter, i have no life without you/
i am the prettiest planet/i am the queen of them/jupiter, what do i have to do/
to make thou love me/

jupiter, don't run away/thy stars are watching/
jupiter, i am waiting/

jupiter, we shall meet again.

leaving you behind (Republish (Check message box))


i can't cry
it isn't in me anymore to do so
i have wasted all my tears on you
what more do you want me to do?

you left far too soon
and i want to erase all the memories i have of you
i want to change the now and forget the before
i don't want to remember you anymore

the world moves on
but it feels like i'm stuck in limbo
how can i put one foot in front of me
how can i create new memories?

i can't even start to erase you for my mind
for i know, if i do, i'm leaving you behind
 

Mid-December Grab Bag

December Grab Bag Prompts

Dear 2020,

Dear 2020,

Thank you.

Unexpected right? Why would I be thanking you?

Obviously, I shouldn't be thanking you. You killed 1.5+ million people. You killed innocent children. They didn't do anything to you, did they?

You destroyed California.

You took away some of the best people in this world. Some people who are so unique, and you wiped them away.

We keep saying we're all grains of sand in a beach. That we're all drops of water in an ocean. 

Well, you've dried up our ocean. You've taken away the grains of sand. You've taken away some of the diamonds too.

And I hate you for that.

Yet, I'm saying thank you.

Why?

Because yes, you did do all this. But you did something else I will never forget.

You brought the world closer.

You made us realise that in the end, we're all human. And as humans, we need to stick together.

So 2020, I hate you.
...

Mid-December Grab Bag

December Grab Bag Prompts

I'm glad you're okay too!

I'm glad you're okay too!
I'm glad you've found solace in your life
I'm happy you've accepted yourself
I'm relieved you have figured out how to thrive!

I was worried when you were sad
I was sad when you were worried

I didn't want you to feel down
I wanted you to be okay!
And I think I've done the trick
For you're much better today!

 

If Guess Who Cards Were Teenagers In High School; Continuation to the series, "If game pieces were people"

  • Emily would be the popular girl in her senior year, who all the boys pined after, but none seemed to get through to her. Her best friend, Megan had a steady boyfriend, Kyle, but Emily chose to get together with every boy, sort of like trial and error.
 
  • James and Connor would be the two guys in Sophomore year, who would cause all the mischief in the lunch hall, but blame it on the freshman who couldn't do anything to deny it. They would also pay some seniors and juniors to take the blame, and would get paid for playing pranks at request.
 
  • Chris would be that awkward teenager who would love to be anywhere but there. He wold try his best to push his cap low enough so that he does not have to make eye contact with anyone. He would also use his overly curly hair to hide his eyes, which would only lead him to trip...

The Drabble

The statue

She watched as the people walked by, few in a hurry, few entranced by the scenery. She wondered what they thought of her. Perhaps she stood out from the others posing. Perhaps they saw her as ordinary, and liked another model better.

The girl stopped right in front of her, staring at her hair. She looked back at her mother.

"Mum, why is she standing so? Doesn't she have to go home too?"

"Darling, she's not real. It's only a statue. Now hurry up."

She watched as the girl tentatively walked back to her mother.

Is that all I am?

She didn't bother. (Novel in making? I don't know....)

The shackles grazed against her wrists as she changed position in an attempt to get comfortable. She was innocent. And once she got them to believe her, she would be free. Free of this room, free of feeling like a bird in a cage.

She was innocent.

She had never expected them to doubt her. They've known her since she was just an intern. And, now they believed she was a criminal? Her best-- no supposed best friend had thrown a vase at her.

She blew on the half dry blood on her forehead, from the cut she had got when the vase was thrown at her.

She was innocent.

Her boss, who she used to have coffee with after work, looked at her as if she had no place to be here. 

Her assistant, who practically worshipped the ground she walked on, was now walking on her toes whenever she came into the jailhouse. 

She was innocent.
...

Creative Nonfiction Competition 2020

The Small Things

The lockdown didn't affect me.

March 15th was the first day I truly understood the impact of Coronavirus on the world. My final three exams were cancelled, I was stuck staring at the same four walls for an indefinite amount of time. I didn't have violin class anymore, nor did I have piano or drawing. It was all gone. It felt like a supernova. There was everything, then nothing.

But the lockdown still didn't affect me.

I didn't feel any different. I continued practicing violin for at least an hour a day, and I enjoyed that. I relished hearing the melodies resonate in the small room I call my home. I read for half an hour every day before bed; travelling to worlds I could only dream of, and made snacks in the evening for my brother and me. Everything was the same.

Almost the same.

Some things changed. The biggest; no school. Usually, we would have two weeks of...

i learned to long for the dreamless nights


i learned to long for the dreamless nights
for they keep me calm
they keep me sane

dreams are overrated
nightmares are scary
dreamless sleep is peaceful

i am told to forget the dreams
i am told to bleed all the joy i feel onto the mattress
to let go of it all

i am told to hold on to the nightmares
to grasp them like my life depends on it
to embed them into my brain

but i cannot help but long for those dreamless nights
when i neither fall
nor do i drown

for if i do anything else....

the nightmares will return....

the dreams will come back....

and i must start remembering and forgetting at the same time....

Given First Line

Karma

Ships at a distance have every man's wish on board.

They float away, farther from our reach as we try to swim, failing.

Instead, we drown in the depths of the blue sea.

It swallows us like we used to eat our food.

Unmercifully, with no sense of gratitude.

Did we ever stop to think that karma is a thing?

Did we ever stop to think that someday, we'd be the one suffering?

That someday, it'd be our ship floating away?

Pandemic Memoir

Tomorrow


Tomorrow feels like an eternity away.

Sustainable Development Goals Poem

I wish for the world to be full of riches
I wish for everyone to eat fully cooked dishes

I wish for the death rate to go down to zero
I wish for everyone to know teachers are the true heroes

I wish for boys and girls to play together
I wish for polluted water to be vanquished forever

I wish for the lightbulbs to be aglow in every house
I wish for people to work and upgrade their house

I wish for the three I's to come true
I wish for equal rights for me and you

I wish cities would stay afloat
I wish people wouldn't throw away what they grow

I wish for the ozone layer to become whole again
I wish the fishes can find their home again

I wish the animals can live in peace
I wish war's were absent and innocents were freed

I wish for all of us to be as one
Then...

to my childhood bully (inspired by beth r.)

she called herself my friend
i never called her that
she said 'i'll be there for you'
i never believed that

sometimes i wished i'd never met her
but if i hadn't, where would i be?
she introduced me to some of my real friends
to some people i consider family 

i'm sorry if i don't like going down a wet slope
piggy backing on someone else's back while they're on roller skates
i'm sorry if i don't like when 
you come to my house just to eat chocolate and grapes

i'm happier now in a different place
where i might still be bullied
but at least i know i am
and it's not all just pretend

i really, really hate you
i hate you with all of my heart
someday i hope we meet again
so you can see
that you bullying me
actually gave me a head start

What can we do?

What can you do to help solve climate change?

  1. Cover your notebooks/textbooks with newspaper: In India, it is compulsory to cover our books with a cover. Usually, they give us transparent or Orange wrap. But why use those, when you can cover them with old newspapers? it helps reduce plastic usage, and lets you read something interesting when you're getting bored in class!
  2. Take your own bags to the store: Quite standard really. Don't buy plastic bags outside.
  3. Bring your own water: Much like the previous idea, get your own water. Don't buy the plastic bottles you get outside.
  4. Go vegetarian: Animals are a crucial part to our ecosystem. If you can't go completely vegetarian, try to reduce your daily meat consumptions.
  5. Take part in climate strikes: Fridays for Future! Right now, when we're all stuck at home, this might seem a little hard, but don't fear! Wear a blue or green (Or both) coloured ribbon while in class, or strike...

you wont.

"dreams are called so for a reason"

/in sixth grade, writing was a chore
/in sixth grade, the future was non-existent
/in sixth grade, life was perfect

/in seventh grade, it was a pass-time
/in seventh grade, it was blurry
/in seventh grade, it was cracking

/in eighth grade, it was a hobby
/in eighth grade, it was looming
/in eighth grade, it was breaking apart

/now, it's a passion
/now, it's real
/now, it's in pieces

/when we're three
/we can be
/whoever we want to be

/when we're six
/there's nothing a kiss
/couldn't fix

/when we're nine
/life was fine
/there was so much time

/when we're twelve
/that's when the walls fell
/that's when we started finding ourselves

/now we're thirteen, fourteen, fifteen
/now dreams are history
/now imagination is simply a story

/they said we can dream big/but they forgot to mention something even bigger/that you can dream all you want/but dreams ...

Creative Nonfiction Competition 2020

The Small Things

The lockdown didn't affect me.

March 15th was the first day I truly understood the impact of Coronavirus on the world. My final three exams were cancelled, I was stuck staring at the same four walls for an indefinite amount of time. I didn't have violin class anymore, nor did I have piano or drawing. It was all gone. It felt like a supernova. There was everything, then nothing.

But the lockdown still didn't affect me.

I didn't feel any different. I still practiced violin for at least an hour a day, and I enjoyed that. I enjoyed hearing the melodies resonate in the small room I call my home. I read for half an hour every day before bed; still travelling to worlds I dream of, and made snacks in the evening for my brother and me. Everything was the same.

Almost the same.

Some things changed. The biggest; no school. Usually, we would have two weeks of school...

If my books were people

  1. They'd say I have an unhealthy addiction to a few of them (Harry Potter, The Riddle of the Hollow Tree, Five Feet Apart)
  2. Some of them would feel left out, but I'd tell them that I don't want to reread them for the fear of bringing myself to tears (Harry Potter, Little Women, The Fault in our Stars)
  3. Some of them would mock me for me being unable to understand them (Agatha Christie? I love her books, but I need to DECIPHER them)
  4. They would all probably be jealous of the library books I get. (I'm always itching to go to the library for new books)
  5. They'd secretly have bets on which book I liked the most, but deep down, they all know the answer (No, it's NOT Harry Potter. And you shan't know what it is *Silly little grin*)
  6. The older ones would be really bossy, and the newer books would never complain, because they'd no I would not...

Creative Nonfiction Competition 2020

The Small Things

The lockdown didn't affect me.

March 15th was the first day I truly understood the impact of Coronavirus on the world. My final three exams were cancelled, I was stuck staring at the same four walls for an indefinite amount of time. I didn't have violin class anymore, nor did I have piano or drawing. It was all gone. It felt like a supernova. There was everything, then nothing.

But the lockdown still didn't affect me.

I didn't feel any different. I still practiced violin for at least an hour a day, and I enjoyed that. I enjoyed hearing the melodies resonate in the small room I call my home. I read for half an hour every day before bed; still travelling to worlds I dream of, and made snacks in the evening for my brother and me. Everything was the same.

Almost the same.

Some things changed. The biggest; no school. Usually, we would have two weeks of school...

Daddy, can you help me touch the stars?


"Daddy? Can you help me touch the stars?"

"One day sweetheart, one day you'll be big and strong, and then you can touch the stars"

------

"Daddy? Can you help me touch the stars?"

"The stars are very far away. You need to work to touch them sweetheart"

"And after I work? Then, can I touch the stars?"

"Yes honey. Then you can touch the stars"

------

"Daddy? Can you help me touch the stars?"

"You can't touch the stars. They are too far. You will never be able to touch the stars."

"Why not? You said, you said that if I work, I can touch the stars. Why can't I touch the stars?"

"The stars don't want to be touched. That's why."


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"Daddy? Can you help me touch the stars?"

"Why do you want to touch the stars honey?"

"Because they're so breathtaking! But they're so far away!"

"It is okay if some things are out of reach. If you...

Creative Nonfiction Competition 2020

The Small Things

The lockdown didn't affect me.

March 15th was the first day I truly understood the impact of Coronavirus on the world. My final three exams were cancelled, I was stuck staring at the same four walls for an indefinite amount of time. I didn't have violin class anymore, nor did I have piano or drawing. It was all gone. It felt like a supernova. There was everything, then nothing.

But the lockdown still didn't affect me.

I didn't feel any different. I still practiced violin for at least an hour a day, and I enjoyed that. I enjoyed hearing the melodies resonate in the small room I call my home. I read for half an hour a day before bed, still travelling to worlds I dream of; and made snacks in the evening for my brother and me. Everything was the same.

Almost the same.

Some things changed. The biggest; no school. Usually, we would have two weeks of school...

Creative Nonfiction Competition 2020

The Small Things

The lockdown didn't affect me.

March 15th was the first day I truly understood the impact of Coronavirus on the world. My final three exams were cancelled, I was stuck staring at the same four walls for an indefinite amount of time. I didn't have violin class anymore, nor did I have piano, or drawing. Everything stopped.

But the lockdown still didn't affect me.

I didn't feel any different. I still had to practice violin for at least an hour a day, and I enjoyed that. I enjoyed hearing the melodies resonate in the small room I call my home. I read for half an hour a day before bed, still travelling to worlds I dream of; and made snacks in the evening for my brother and me. Everything was the same.

Well, almost the same.

Some things changed. The biggest; no school. Usually, we would have two weeks of school after out final exams, when we would start the...

Hamilton: My thoughts.

So, I just finished watching Hamilton, and I thought I'd write this small review of mine to celebrate.   Synopsis: Follows the life of Alexander Hamilton, one of the founding fathers of America. Type: Musical Written by: Lin-Manuel Miranda   My thoughts: Hamilton was beautifully crafted. Personally, I hate history, but this show makes me feel bad that our syllabus this year was cut short because of the pandemic, and the American revolution was also cut out. The story, only told through various songs, might seem boring to some, but is absolutely stunning.   Few characters that stood out to me:   King George: Portrayed was a comedian, King George gave the musical a sense of laughter, even with some tragic moments in between.   Angelica Schuyler: It was never clear if Alexander and Angelina had a relationship that was any more than platonic, but the acceptance she showed for her sister, even though it was clear she was attracted...

You DO matter (Footnotes)

You may think you do not matter
That you're only one fleck of sand
But isn't it all those sand particles
That make up the soil on every land?

You may think you do not matter
That you're just seaweed in the middle of the sea
But isn't it those plants and animals
That provide food for you and me?

You may think you do not matter
That you will never win the game
But isn't it about winning or losing
But about playing all the same?

You may think you do not matter
That you will leave no mark
But before there comes a fire
Won't there always be a spark?

You may think you do not matter
That you will die but life will go on
But don't you know that one day
I will miss you when you're gone?

Creative Nonfiction Competition 2020

The Small Things

The lockdown didn't affect me.

March 15th was the first day I truly understood the impact of Coronavirus on the world. My final three exams were cancelled, I was stuck staring at the same four walls for an indefinite amount of time. I didn't have violin class anymore, nor did I have piano, or drawing. Everything stopped.

But the lockdown still didn't affect me.

I didn't feel any different. I still had to practice violin for at least an hour a day, and I enjoyed that. I enjoyed hearing the melodies resonate in the small room I call my home. I read for half an hour a day before bed, still travelling to worlds I dream of; and made snacks in the evening for my brother and me. Everything was the same.

Well, almost the same.

Some things changed. The biggest; no school. Usually, we would have two weeks of school after out final exams, when we would start the...

she/you (Message box! In need of help)


/she./the one who curls her hair every morning only for it to rest in sticks by afternoon./she./the one who apply's layers and layers of makeup to satisfy no one./she./the one who's mascara is in streaks by the end of the day./she./the one who eats less and less every day only to decrease nothing but her own self worth./she./the one who thinks she is unworthy and horrible./she./the one wonders if life would have been better had she been born in a different place or time./she./the one who always longs to be someone else./she./the one who just can't seem to be happy./

/you./the one who is perfect./

A Cordisverba On Mundadenting Post-prandium; Yes Even After Pomeridianesca; To Avoid Tangemador (In other words, how to brush your teeth from the heart)

"Listen, I know it sounds weird. Unnatural even. But trust me on this, I mean, what other option do you guys have? I'm the expert here, you're just a bunch of seventh graders. Then again, it is possible you just say you'll take my advice, but neglect it afterwards-- a was a student once too, you know. I know how your brain works. But, being serious, it is very important to mundadentes. And, you might already do it, but how often? Most of us do it twice a day, but the truth is, you need to do it post-prandium. Every post-prandium. Breakfast, lunch or dinner. It doesn't matter. In fact, it is highly recommended you mundadentes even after your pomeridianesca. It is, after all a meal. And you can't have germs in your mouth, can you? Collecting and creating tangemadorin your mouth! Well, to keep your mouth clean, you must, must, I emphasise on it,...

'Meet Liza, the smartest horse on earth'

(Random man narrating the story)

"Liza wasn't your average horse. She could speak, not just English, but Spanish, Latin and even Hindi! Today was her first day of attending one of the most prestigious schools ever, you guessed it, Harvard."

(Cut to Liza)

"Ah! It is such a beautiful day to be going to school! There are birds in the trees, chirping their sweet melodies. Hi birds!

(Cut to birds)
(Birds give weird stare back to Liza)
(Cut back to Liza)


"Anyways, I need to be getting ready. Harvard is not going to wait for me. I must go for my morning trot, make myself a hay smoothie, dress up in my fancy saddle, and horsepool with my owner, Sarah, to college. You see, I am going to study there, while she is going to teach."

(Cut to random man narrating the story)

"And Liza went, Acting like nothing was different about her. But people stared. And they had the...

Hey! You! Yes, you! Thank you.

Hey you! Yes, you!

Thank you.

Thank you for everything.

This might sound cliche, but I want to thank you.

I want to thank you for everything you did for me.

Whether it was just a smile and a wave down the hallway, or a like and comment on a piece I thought was horrible, just, thank you.

Because, little do you know, those small gestures made my day.

I don't celebrate Thanksgiving the way many others do.

But I make it my duty to thank everyone in my life.

So thank you.

Thank you for being there for me when I went through some hard times.

Thank you for complementing me.

Thank you for criticising my writing, because that made me strive to be better.

I know the world isn't a pleasant place right now, but stay in there.

You guys helped me.

And I want to help you.

So I shall start be saying thank you.

Creative Nonfiction Competition 2020

The Small Things

The lockdown didn't affect me.

March 15th was the first day I truly understood the impact of Coronavirus on the world. My final three exams were cancelled, I was stuck staring at the same four walls for an indefinite amount of time. I didn't have violin class anymore, nor did I have piano, or drawing. Everything stopped.

But the lockdown still didn't affect me.

I didn't feel any different. I still had to practice violin for at least an hour a day, and I enjoyed that. I enjoyed hearing the melodies resonate in the small room I call my home. I read for half an hour a day before bed, still travelling to worlds I dream of; and made snacks in the evening for my brother and me. Everything was the same.

Well, almost the same.

Some things changed. The biggest; no school. Usually, we would have two weeks of school after out final exams, when we would start the...

Creative Nonfiction Competition 2020

The Small Things

The lockdown didn't affect me.

March 15th was the first day I truly understood the impact of Coronavirus on the world. My final three exams were cancelled, I was stuck staring at the same four walls for an indefinite amount of time. I didn't have violin class anymore, nor did I have piano, or drawing. Everything stopped.

But the lockdown still didn't affect me.

I didn't feel any different. I still had to practice violin for an hour a day at the minimum, and I enjoyed that. I enjoyed hearing the melodies resonate in the small room I call my home. I read for half an hour a day before bed, still travelling to worlds I dream of; and made snacks in the evening for my brother and me. Everything was the same.

Well, almost the same.

Some things changed. The biggest; no school. Usually, we would have two weeks of school after out final exams, where we would start...

Would you unfollow if I told you I'm-

97% Introverted?
                            I don't talk. At all.
Hindu, but not really?
                                   I guess if someone asks, that's what I say
Horrible at sports?
                            I can't even kick a football into the goal

Would you unfollow me if I told you I cry in between classes because I know I'm going to fail my next exam, and if I do everyone's going to be surprised because
                                                        
                                                                    Oh! If she failed, how do they expect us to come out on top!

Would you unfollow me if I told you that I am constantly buried in work because

                                                                                            Oh! She can do it all, we don't need to worry.

Would you unfollow me if I told you I'm crying right now?

Creative Nonfiction Competition 2020

The Small Things

The lockdown didn't affect me.

March 15th was the first day I truly understood the impact of Coronavirus on the world. My final three exams were cancelled, I was stuck at home for an indefinite amount of time. I didn't have violin class anymore, nor did I have piano, or drawing. Everything stopped.

But the lockdown still didn't affect me.

I didn't feel any different. I still had to practice violin for an hour a day at the minimum, read for half an hour a day before bed, complete one page of handwriting, go jogging in the evening, make snacks in the evening for my brother and myself. Everything was the same.

Well, almost the same.

Some things changed. The biggest, no school. Usually, we would have two weeks of school after out final exams, where we would start the next grade's syllabus.We didn't have that this year. But, before I moved, I never had it. So, nothing really felt...

My best friend doesn't have one.

My best friend doesn't have one
She prefers to stay alone.
She isn't a social person
And she can't stand people constantly on their phones.

Sometimes I can see she's lost
Trying to make her way.
She sleeps at night after fruitless tries
Thinking that tomorrow will be a better day.

But then tomorrow comes around
And she tries once more.
And life drowns her in it's sea
Even when she tries her best to stay ashore.

She plasters a smile on her face
To lift up everyone else.
But that plaster wears and tears every day
And will one day fall off her shelf.

She isn't a talkative person
And she tends to stay closed up.
And sometimes I just think
She's given up.

My best friend doesn't have one.
Though she tries and tries
I keep telling her that I'm it.
But deep down, she knows I lie.

“Take Off Your Shoes, This is My House”

Trust, it is a fickle thing

रहिमन धागा प्रेम का, मत तोड़ो चटकाय।
टूटे से फिर ना मिले, मिले गाँठ परि जाय।।

                                                -रहीम

Trust, is a fickle thing.

It is as fragile as a string.
Or maybe the loose thread on your shirt.
Or the rocks, that are actually made from dirt.

Trust, is a fickle thing.
The melody line that it sings,
Tries it's best to stay up high,
But when it goes down, we know it's close to goodbye.

Trust, is a fickle thing.
For once it breaks, it is hard to fix.
Even when you repair the string,
The knot is always present in between.

Trust, is a fickle thing.
We must treasure it with our life.
For once it breaks and disappears,
It is hard to bring it back alive.

Trust, it is a fickle thing.

Wings: Enneagram part 2

What is a wing?

A wing, in basic sense, is the more dominant personality on either side of your dominant personality. Okay... That wasn't very basic. Let me give an example. If you are a Seven, you can either have a Six wing or an Eight wing. Similarly, if you are a one, your wing can either be Two or Nine. But what do these wings mean? Let's see....

i. 1w9: The Idealist

One: Perfectionist/Reformer
Nine: Mediator/Peacemaker


One's with a Nine wing are usually more laid back and relaxed than those with a Two wing. Like Nine's, they try not to clash with anyone, and are not easily agitated.

ii. 1w2: The Advocate

One: Perfectionist/Reformer
Two: Giver/Helper


One's with a Two wing are more people-oriented than One's with Nine wings, and they are more consistent and warm.

iii. 2w1: The Servant

Two: Giver/Helper
One: Perfectionist/Reformer


Two's with a One wing are more comfortable with saying no. They are also more...

Enneagram types

i. "No, I'm not saying perfect exists in this life. But we'll only know for certain if we try" -One; Sleeping At Last
  • Enneagram 1's are hardworking, diligent, and will not rest until something is perfect. They make excellent mentors, if they tone down their need for perfectionism, because sometimes you can't perfect something, not matter how much you try. If you are a 1, or know someone who is, make sure that sometimes, you just go with the flow, and let things not be perfect.

ii. "It's okay if you can't catch your breath. You can take the oxygen straight out of my own chest." -Two; Sleeping At Last
  • Enneagram 2's are caring, loving, and they will do anything for their loved ones. They make excellent friends, and will most probably be the ones you will forever be in contact. 2's tend to put others before them, so make sure that if you're a 2, or have a friend who...

Novel Writing Competition 2020

Speak: Prologue

She stared at the crowd in front of her. Everyone, every single one of them was on their phone. And she stood on the stage, also on her phone. But she aimed to change this situation before the end of this session. She opened the TedText app on her phone.

"Fourteen years ago" She typed, "I was born. Now, that might be a normal occasion for the most of you, I mean, everyone else here was born sometime ago too right?" 

She paused, as she waited for the audience to read the first text, and looked at the spectators for their reaction. There was none. After a while, she went on.

"But, this birth would change the face of humanity. You see, I was born without a voice box, or a Larynx. Quick science lesson, a voice box is where sound comes from, like when you fall, the sobbing sound comes from your voice box. Anyways, back to this, I...

Novel Writing Competition 2020

Speak: Prologue

She stared at the crowd in front of her. Everyone, every single one of them was on their phone. And she stood on the stage, also on her phone. But she aimed to change this situation before the end of this session. She opened the TedText app on her phone.

"Fourteen years ago" She typed, "I was born. Now, that might be a normal occasion for the most of you, I mean, everyone else here was born sometime ago too right?" 

She paused, as she waited for the audience to read the first text, and looked at the spectators for their reaction. There was none. After a while, she went on.

"But, this birth would change the face of humanity. You see, I was born without a voice box, or a Larynx. Quick science lesson, a voice box is where sound comes from, like when you fall, the sobbing sound comes from your voice box. Anyways, back to this, I...

I wrote a poem on how I don't like writing non-rhyming poetry, and the poem didn't rhyme!

Non-rhyming poetry
Freaks me out
it's okay when I'm reading someone else's poetry
But if it's mine
I hate it

My words need to rhyme
Need to sound the same
They need to be connected
And non-rhyming poetry doesn't have that

Like I said, I don't mind
If the work is someone else's
Because then I can't criticise it
Because it's not mine
And honestly
It sounds so much better than rhyming poetry

So to sum it up
I don't like writing non-rhyming poetry
It freaks me out
So I shall stick to rhyming poetry

Oh wait.....












                This is non-rhyming poetry.

Novel Writing Competition 2020

Speak: Prologue

She stared at the crowd in front of her. Everyone, every single one of them was on their phone. And she stood on the stage, also on her phone. But she aimed to change this situation before the end of this session. She opened the TedText app on her phone.

"Fourteen years ago" She typed, "I was born. Now, that might be a normal occasion for the most of you, I mean, everyone else here was born sometime ago too right?" 

She paused, as she waited for the audience to read the first text, and looked at the spectators for their reaction. There was none. After a while, she went on.

"But, this birth would change the face of humanity. You see, I was born without a voice box, or a Larynx. Quick science lesson, a voice box is where sound comes from, like when you fall, the sobbing sound comes from your voice box. Anyways, back to this, I...

Novel Writing Competition 2020

Speak: Prologue

She stared at the crowd in front of her. Everyone, every single one of them was on their phones. And she stood on the stage, also on her phone. But she aimed to change this situation before the end of this session. She opened the TedText app on her phone.

"Fourteen years ago" She typed, "I was born. Now, that might be a normal occasion for the most of you, I mean, everyone else here was born sometime ago too right?" 

She paused, as she waited for the audience to read the first text, and looked at the spectators for their reaction. After a while, she went on.

"But, this birth would change the face of humanity. You see, I was born without a voice box, or a Larynx. Quick science lesson, a voice box is where sound comes from, like when you fall, the sobbing sound comes from your voice box. Anyways, back to this, I don't have one....

I need help! (No, really, I need help with something)

So, I've been trying to write something for the novel writing competition for some time now, and I'm just stuck. These are some small things I've started out with. Tell me which one you liked the best!

Story 1

“So, this is earth, but it isn’t?” Liam turned towards Olivia and she nodded back. “I don’t understand.” 

“Every galaxy is a different experiment. Where I live, what you know as IC 1101, we create other galaxies and deposit them into the universe. They’re all different in size, shape, density, but they all have one thing in common. There will always be an earth. And on that earth there is one living organism. It differs, from Earth to Earth. Some earths start out with, what you call, an amoeba, while others start out with fully-fledged humans. We keep track of all of these earths, either by sending people to the more advanced earths, like yours, or by simply monitoring them by...

Novel Writing Competition 2020

Speak: Prologue

Serena Haynes is sixteen years old, and she lives with her father, Oscar Haynes, in a town in the suburbs of London. She is a free-spirited child, who loves many things, some conventional, some not-so. For example, like most girls, she enjoyed knitting, and making scarves for everyone else was one of her favourite hobbies. On the other hand, there were some other things she liked which women did not usually do. She liked playing football, which she did endlessly with her friend Alice and her dad. She liked reading, and she more often than not stole books from the local library, or she asked her father to get them, because, as a young girl, she wasn’t allowed to issue her own books.

But nobody minded this. Nobody cared that Serena loved to do everything. Everybody loved Serena. She was a happy girl, constantly helping the other villagers and even the animals. Every morning, she would sit in her front...

If we were happy, what do others have to gain?

Think about it.

Doctors can only earn a living if you are sick
Police can only do their job if you break the law
Teachers can only work if you don't know anything
Ninety-nine cent stores can only run if you can't afford the one dollar items
Beauty products can only be sold if you don't think you are pretty enough
Fitness programs can only take place if you don't like your body.


Think about it.

Don't fret over it.

It is life.

Life wants you to not feel satisfied.

In the end, no one wants you to be happy.

Because if you are,

What do others have to gain?

I have no words to describe this feeling (Footnotes!)

I was a little thirteen year old,
When I found a place where I belong.

Loving people, a whole community,
Where nothing I wrote was right or wrong.

They gave me feedback on my horrendous work,
And I found some beautiful works too.

And so, to everyone who's read my writing,
I just wanted to say, thank you.

Sirius Black and the mission to kill (Alternatively: The Sirius Black version of Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban)

Sirius Black had done it. He had escaped Azkaban. He was free.

The first thing he did was find a small cave to sleep in for a while. After all, the dementors didn’t exactly give him much peace of mind. But sleeping as a human was pointless, for the nightmares constantly plagued him. Instead, he curled up as a dog, his snout underneath his tail.

The next morning, he started his trek to Privet drive. He knew going there would be extremely risky, but he had to make sure Harry was there, and was safe.

He managed to catch a glimpse of Harry, though it took his mind a few seconds to register that the boy really was Harry, and not a thirteen year old James.

Looking back, he knew he scared Harry by barking at him playfully. He remembered Harry flicking out his wand, as if to defend himself, and then the knight bus appearing out of nowhere, surprising...

I wrote a ballad for Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban for a school assignment and thought I should share it with you

A young Wizard named Harry Potter
Was a bright little boy
He ran away in the twilight hour
For in his house, there was no joy

He made his way to the leaky Cauldron
On a bus that was named the Knight
“Kick it off Ernie!” The conductor said
And the bus disappeared from sight

He went to the platform with his friends
And Mr. Weasley pulled him aside
Warning him about Sirius Black
And the threat on his life

He met a new professor on the train
Who handed him a chocolate bar
And as the professor left the compartment
Harry mindlessly rubbed at his scar

Black broke into the castle twice
Shearing the Fat Lady’s portrait with his knife
The students all slept in the great hall
While the teachers searched throughout the night

Buckbeak the Hippogriff was to be executed
Under the invisibility cloak Harry went
To provide company to Hagrid on that evening
But there was...

Dear WIP's

I know you haven't been finished
And I don't mind that you are still incomplete
Because you aren't finished, I can do whatever I want with you
Oh dear WIP

I could start you again from scratch
Or perhaps delete you completely
Maybe I'll grind my head and come up with a reasonable ending to you
Oh dear WIP

You're sitting there waiting for me to finish you
An incomplete canvas that I can see
The inspiration is in front of my eyes, word caught inside my mind
One day there shall be no more lines
In your sheet, dear WIP

Sometimes I lose motivation
It's hard to to finish the story
Sometimes it's just to hard to continue till the end of the book
You see, dear WIP

But one day you shall be finished
One day you shall be written fully
And I shall proudly hold you in my hands, show you to the world
And you shall...

Elvendork: Prologue

Dear (Name-TBD),

Hi. I'm Elvendork. I'm fourteen, I'm a bookworm, and I'm about to go to high school.

Now, you might say, okay, so? What's so scary about hight school?

Well, let me tell you.

I was born on 31st July, in 2006. My mother, my absolutely amazing mother, has only one fault. She seems to love weird names. I won't go into detail, but it had a lot to do with my birthday, fan-fiction and Harry Potter. It really is that simple.

I didn't mind my name until I was eight. When I first started school, everyone found my name cool. But, when I was eight, I moved to London. And not everyone was so kind.

Now that I'm fourteen, I've moved again. This time, me and my Mum have come to Wales. And I am terrified. 

Elvendork. I mean, what was she thinking!

My Mum's name is Elle. Nothing else. It's not the short form for Belle, not...

Speechwriting Competition 2020

My campaign speech to be the world's future president

Spoken word piece: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aIHyDQ-VkWk

Before I start, let me answer the one question I know all of you would have; why exactly am I writing a campaign speech for a position that doesn't even exist, and if it did, I am twenty-one years too young to run for? Well, let's see.

I am running for this position for one reason only; because the life we live is unfair. I am running for this position because I want to make a difference. 

But the question still stands, how do I qualify for this position? To be more specific, am I a competent leader? Am I smart enough? Do I even know the meaning of politics? I am not the person someone would go to to ask for the latest news. My ten year old brother is more interested in the news, because I just find it depressing. I don't watch CNN, I don't watch Times Now. I read Times NIE Kids,...

That Sort of Person

The Ideal Family

She's the kind of person who wants to be out there, but puts others first.

He's the kind of person who rebels against what he doesn't find right.

He's the kind of guy who is a pillar, who's there for you whenever you need him.

She's the kind of person who's experienced loss so many times, she doesn't believe in happiness anymore.

She's the kind of person who is babied, but is the most independent girl you would know.

Together, they're the ideal family.

Speechwriting Competition 2020

My campaign speech to be the world's future president

Before I start, let me answer the one question I know all of you would have; why exactly am I writing a campaign speech for a position that doesn't even exist, and if it did, I am twenty-one years too young to run for? Well, let's see.

I am running for this position for one reason, because the life we live is unfair. I am running for this position because I want to make a difference. 

But the question still stands, how do I qualify for this position? To be specific, am I a competent leader? Am I smart enough? Do I even know the meaning of politics? I am not the person someone would go to to ask for the latest news. My ten year old brother is more interested in the news, because I just find it depressing. I don't watch CNN, I don't watch Times Now. I read Times NIE Kids, and that's the most unfiltered news...

People Power!

If you don't want to vote for your benefit, vote for mine, because I can't

Respected citizen who is elder than 18,

I am fourteen. The legal age to vote is 18 in most places. You are not fourteen, you are older than eighteen, you can vote. If you don't think your vote matters, think again. It does. If you can't vote for yourself, because you don't think you will make a difference in your life, vote for me. Because your vote might not change your life, but it might change mine. It might change everyone's.

Regards,
Someone who is fourteen

Speechwriting Competition 2020

My campaign speech to be the world's future president

Before I start, let me answer the one question I know all of you would have; why exactly am I writing a campaign speech for a position that doesn't even exist, and if it did, I am twenty-one years too young to run for? Well, let's see.

I am running for this position for one reason, because the life we live is unfair. I am running for this position because I want to make a difference. 

But the question still stands, how do I qualify for this position? To be specific, am I a competent leader? Am I smart enough? Do I even know the meaning of politics? I am not the person someone would go to to ask for the latest news. My ten year old brother is more interested in the news, because I just find it depressing. I don't watch CNN, I don't watch Times Now. I read Times NIE Kids, and that's the most unfiltered news...

I wonder

I wonder,
If the old fashioned letters you used to write for me
Were so because you liked being old fashioned
Or because you never wanted to give me your number

I wonder,
If the nights I crashed on your sofa
Was because your bed was too small
Or because there was someone else’s clothes littering the floor of your room

I wonder,
If I had seen you in your true colours sooner,
Would I have done something?
Or would I have gone along with it, because I loved you

Well, I guess I will always wonder.

Speechwriting Competition 2020

My campaign speech to be the world's future president

Before I start, let me answer the one question I know all of you would have; why exactly am I writing a campaign speech for a position that doesn't even exist, and if it did, I am twenty-one years too young to run for? Well, let's see.

I am running for this position for one reason, because the life we live is unfair. I am running for this position because I want to make a difference. 

But the question still stands, how do I qualify for this position? To be specific, am I a competent leader? Am I smart enough? Do I even know the meaning of politics? I am not the person someone would go to to ask for the latest news. My ten year old brother is more interested in the news, because I just find it depressing. I don't watch CNN, I don't watch Times Now. I read Times NIE Kids, and that's the most unfiltered news...

Cli-Fi

I wish that were me

"Manasa, are you ready for school?"

"Coming Amma! I need to pack my air filter."

Manasa finished packing her back and met her mother in the front room.

"Books?'

"Check."

"Stationery kit?"

"Check."

"Mask?"

"Check."

"Vision glass?"

"Oxygen tank?"

"Checks. Amma, we need to get more oxygen. Anna is using up all of it. I don't think it will last."

Alisha sighed, "I'm sorry Manasa, but we cannot afford anymore. We must do with what we have."

"Should I start working then, for more money?"

"No no! You shall not work until you are twelve. You must finish your studies."

Alisha hurried Manasa out of the house and went to work. After coming back home from her job as a nurse in the local clinic, she found Manasa sitting on the edge of her bed.

"What is wrong Manasa?"

"I found some pictures, of you and Appa when you were young. I was looking at them." Manasa showed the pictured...

People as Nature

Dusk's showers bring Dawn's flowers

Pitter
        Patter
Pitter
        Patter


The pitter-patter of the rain was heard from wherever you are sitting in the house. It has been raining for an hour now; and most likely will be raining till early morning. She sits in the balcony, watching the rain pour down in straight lines that would rival the straightness of her hair. Her hand reaches out occasionally, trying to catch the rain. She whistles merry tunes that follow the beat of the rain. People run from one block to the other, shielding themselves from the rain. Dogs bark joyfully, and run around. Out of nowhere, stray leaves start flying. The storm has arrived. 

Lightning
            Thunder

The storm rages on for hours, sending branches flying and windows shudder, in response to the high winds of the storm. The storm rages on into the night, with the occasional streak of lightning followed by claps of thunder. Children clap their hands over their...

Speechwriting Competition 2020

My campaign speech to be the world's future president

Before I start, let me answer the one question I know all of you would have; why exactly am I writing a campaign speech for a position that doesn't even exist, and if it did, I am twenty-one years too young to run for? Well, let's see.

How do I qualify for this position? To be specific, am I a competent leader? Am I smart enough? Do I even know the meaning of politics? I am not the person someone would go to to ask for the latest news. My ten year old brother is more interested in the news, because I just find it depressing. So, instead, I filter the news through my Mom and Dad. I don't watch CNN, I don't watch Times Now. I read Times NIE Kids, and that's the most unfiltered news I read. 

I've run in three student council elections and out of those three, I've won one. The only other time I've been...

All Talk

Why I despise Parent-Teacher meetings.

"Good morning Ma'am, are you Saanvi's Mom?"

"Yes, yes I am."

"Well, she is a good student--"

"Oh thank god!"

"But, she really needs to improve her handwriting."

"I've told her that so many times! She never listens!"

"Mama!"

"What. Tell me Saanvi, is it true or not!"

"Well, I guess it is."

"Is Saanvi with you?"

"She's sitting next to me."

"Good, because there is so much to say."

"Ugggghhhh!"

YOU in threes

Journey of SunV (Title taken from GhoulGirl2020)

​Soooo, it's officially been a year since I've been on this site! For this, I thought I'd update this list (It was great timing that this prompt became active again!). Looking back, a lot of my opinions changed drastically. Enjoy!

  1. Three quirks or idiosyncrasies:
    • I stand in front of the mirror and give out acceptance speeches
    • I can never maintain a diary (Seriously! It's like, I write for a week, and then it just slips my mind completely!)
    • I can't sit still
  2. Three communities to which you belong (these can be unusual):
    • Writers (Duh!)
    • Potterheads
    • Musicians
    • Bonus: The 'people who can't stay awake after 10pm' community
  3. Three adjectives your peers would use to describe you (I actually asked my friends to do this!):
    • Shy
    • Smart
    • Kind
  4. Three adjectives your family would use (These greatly contradict the previous category):
    • Bookworm
    • Idiot (It's all good fun)
    • Hungry (I disagree)
  5. Three adjectives you would use.
    • Bookworm
    • Shy
    • Level-headed
  6. Three things about you that very...

Well rain, it's time we had a chat.

Dear rain,

You have walked into our lives, and you have created pandemonium. As I write this to you, my apartment is so flooded, water has seeped through my balcony doors. There is no electricity in half of the blocks. I am lucky that our block was not one of them.

Yesterday, I went out at 3pm. I was lucky again, that the moment we entered the shop did you make your presence known. But then, I went for a reason. To get a printout. And what do you do? Take the electricity away. AGAIN!

I go to jog either at 6 in the morning, or 7:30 in the evening. But no, you just won't stop coming!

I wonder rain, I wonder if you are lonely. If you are, maybe you can talk to my good friend sun. They are surely much more friendly that you are.

Rain, if you want to make my life miserable, at least warn...

How I found my username (SunV)

Well, it's a nice time to start Khan Academy, isn't it?
Yes yes, second grade is the perfect time.
Well, you need a username
How about Saanvi?
It's already taken.
Saanvi Sundaram?
Also taken.
I don't know!
Okay, how about we go out for a while, and play in the sun?
Okay. Wait, that's it! Sun!
What?
My name sounds like it starts with Sun!
But what about the V?
SunV!

Home #nessie'shomechallenge

What if home isn't a place? What if home is not there to be found? What if home is a soul that is haunting you? Home... keep running till you're there..

What if home isn't a place?

Home isn't a place. Home is a feeling. A feeling of happiness. I feel at home with my instruments. My violin, my piano, my ukulele, my guitar, if I have them with me, I am at home, no matter where I am.

When I play an instrument, I am at home.

What if home is not there to be found?

The fantasy land, the land that will never be found. The land of thestrals, the land of werewolves. The land of talking lions and snow queens. The land of half-bloods. The land of Greek and Roman Gods and Goddesses. A place that cannot be found, but I have never felt more at home.

When I read books, I am at home.

What...

Speechwriting Competition 2020

My campaign speech to be the world's future president

Before I start, let me answer the one question I know all of you would have; why exactly am I writing a campaign speech for a position that doesn't even exist, and if it did, I am twenty-one years to young to run for? Well, let's see.

How do I qualify for this position. To be specific, am I a competent leader? Am I smart enough? Do I even know the meaning of politics? Politics first. I am not the person someone would go to to ask for the latest news. My ten year old brother is more interested in the news, because I just find it depressing. So, instead, I filter the news through my Mom and Dad. I don't watch CNN, I don't watch Times Now. I read Times NIE Kids, and that's the most unfiltered news I read. 

Let's go to achievements as a leader. I've run in three student council elections, I've won in one. The...

Speechwriting Competition 2020

My campaign speech to be the world's future president

Before I start, let me answer the one question I know all of you would have; why exactly am I writing a campaign speech for a position that doesn't even exist, and if it did, I am twenty-one years to young to run for? Well, let's see.

About me. To be specific, me in academics, as a leader, and in politics. Politics first. I am not the person someone would go to to ask for the latest news. My ten year old brother is more interested in the news, because I just find it depressing. So, instead, I filter the news through my Mom and Dad. I don't watch CNN, I don't watch Times Now. I read Times NIE Kids, and that's the most unfiltered news I read. 

Let's go to achievements as a leader. I've run in three student council elections, I've won in one. The only other time I've been in the student council was when my teachers...

If my life were a movie (Inspired by beth r.)

If my life were a movie
It would be black and white
Where colours made no difference
To anyone
Paper would be a constant prop
Instruments would always be present in the backdrop
Coming to the front stage multiple times
Expressing what could not have been said in lines
The rating would be thirteen plus
But not PG
The duration would not be more than an hour and a half
Because that's all the excitement I can squeeze
Into that short period of time
People call a movie
There would be countless Harry Potter references
And quite a few horoscopes too
Enneagrams and MBTI's
For without them the movie would be
Incomplete
There wouldn't be much of crying
Unless it is a scene
Where I'm browsing through fan-fictions
Well then, I might even scream
Daydreams and fantasies will pop up throughout
Small visions of what my life could have been
But the bubble would burst when I come back to...

Intersection

Marina Beach

I stand on the shore
Of the Marina beach
And the waves of the sea
Slowly approach me

They turn from deep blue to sandy white
And they tingle the sand beneath my skin
They take the pebbles back with them
And let my feet slowly sink in

They fill the moat of my sandcastle
And fill up the carefully dug ridge
They bring impurities out of the water
And take with it the sand of the bridge

They are the stimulus of the shrieks
From all the toddlers on the sand
They are the reason for the laughter
From the teenagers running around on the land

They are the reason the beach is crowded
From the break of dawn till the twilight hour
They are the reason why people love the beach
And in summer, they are our greatest desire

Why do I try to write like Shakespeare!?

Why do I try to write like Shakespeare,
Why do I act like words just flow out of my soul?
They do not.
Why do I try to act like a cool kid,
Like I sit on top of the world?
I don't.
Why do I pretend to feel happy all the time,
Like I'm not hurting?
I am.
Why do I say that I'm perfect,
Like I don't  a single flaw?
You want to know the truth,
I do. 
Words don't flow out of my soul,
even though I act like they do.
I'm not sitting on the top of the world,
I try to.
I am hurting,
I pretend not to.
I'm not flawless,
even though I try to.
I might not be Shakespeare,
no,
but I am Saanvi,
and I am proud.
I may not sit on top of the world,
but it won't be long before I will.
I'm not happy all the time,
but I am not sad all the time...

Remembering RBG

Yours faithfully, A young teenager

Dear Ruth,

Thank you. Thank you for everything.

We didn't know eachother. You were a role model for girls of all ages around the world, me included. But I didn't know you, nor did you know me. And that's okay.

Your legacy will forever live on. You will forever be remembered as the one who taught us to fight for the things that we care about... in a way that will lead others to join us. You will be remembered as a role model; an activist; you will be remembered as that and so, so much more.

But, even more than that, you will be remembered as a human. A human who made a change in the society, change that so many others want to bring, but not everyone brings. You will be remembered as a human who put in her all to make a difference in everybody's life. 

At the top of the list, you will not just be remembered as...

The Mirror of Erised~A Collection of Harry Potter Poems~Part 1

If I looked into the mirror
What exactly would I see?
The mirror of Erised, full of wonders
What magic would it show to me?

Maybe I'll see myself with gold coins all around
Or family and friends blocking my view from anything else
Maybe I'll see a room with books on every wall
Or maybe all I'll see is just myself

Maybe I'll find my deepest desire to be
World peace and education for girls
Or maybe it will turn into
Banishing climate change from this world

Maybe the mirror will be green
Telling me I wish to climb trees
Or maybe it will turn blue
Telling me I want to travel the seas 

I have a thousand prophecies
But the question will always remain
What is my deepest desire?
I suppose that shall never be seen

If I lived in Harry Potter

If I lived in the Harry Potter books (When Harry Potter was born)

  1. I'd be Hermione Granger's younger sister, a.k.a. Courtney Granger. I'd be a year younger to her, hence falling into Luna Lovegood and Ginny Weasley's bunch. Yes, I am a witch. I'd be a Ravenclaw, but close friends with Ginny Weasley and Luna Lovegood both.
  2. Yule ball I'd go with Ron Weasley just to spite my sister and help Ron out.
  3. Fourth year I'd go with the six to the department of mysteries and stay close to Harry, pulling Sirius away from the veil.
  4. Fifth year, I'd go to the slug club because of my Patronus (Pine Marten) that Slughorn caught me producing on the train (Kudos to Harry for teaching it), and I'd go to the Christmas party with Neville. I'd take the Felix Felicis and fight in the battle of the astronomy tower.
  5. Sixth year I'd ban Tonks from going to fight, pulling her back to...

Historical Fiction Competition 2020

The world is reopening; Brace yourselves

20 / Enero / 1920
 
Dear mi corazón,
 
It's been three days since no report of the flu has come. Mami has completely recovered from the flu. Bella is also recovering. She is still very weak, but the doctors say she will get better, and she won't go away like Papa.
 
Mami said that if all goes well, and no more flu cases are reported, they will slowly start to reopen everything. That means I can go and meet my friends again! I am very happy I will get to meet them after such a long time.
 
Love,
Mira
 
2 / Febrero / 1920
 
Dear mi corazón,
 
Bella is all better! And just in time for her decimocuarto cumpleaños. Mami made a cake, from the bread we had at home. She wrote on it, 'Feliz cumpleaños Mirabel e Isabel'. It was a very nice cake, even though it was not...

the skipping stones are strewn across the stream and you smile and follow her red hair across it

"Are you coming?" She whispers into your ear. You grin at her before following her already moving figure down the hill. Her flowery sundress flows behind her, like there are birds lifting it up. Her long red hair left loose on her shoulders dances around, sticking out in places you never thought would look nice, but it did.

She stops at the bottom of the hill, right before the stream, and she looks back at you with a mischievous smile on her face. You catch up with her and then she rushes along the side of the river until she comes across stray stones in the water.

"I made this with my dad." She looks up at the bright blue sky, "When I was 5. We collected the stones from around the park, and then he went into the water and placed them wherever I told him to. I come back every now and then to make sure they're still...

YOU, The Writer

How my writing process goes

My laptop switches on

please enter password

i'm nervous

wrong password entered

ugghhh!

please wait

finally!

starting chrome

so, write the world, wix, or google docs today?

opening...

press on the 'New Story'

opening...

fanfiction, story, or poem?

typing...

good, it's done

saving...

now read through it again

opening...

it's horrible!

do you want to delete all changes?

yes.

moved to trash

thank you

switch off laptop?

yes.

shutting down.

20 minutes later...

(read from top)

(read from top)

(read from top)

(read from top)

(continue below)


laptop switches on

please enter password

i'm nervous

wrong password entered

ugghhh!

please wait

finally!

starting chrome

so, write the world, wix, or google docs today?

opening...

press on the 'new story'

opening...

fanfiction, story, or poem?

typing...

good, it's done

saving...

now read through it again

opening...

it's acceptable

enter title

what to write?

saving...

close the website

shut down laptop?

yes.

shutting down laptop.

put laptop for charging. go for jog.

Historical Fiction Competition 2020

The world is reopening; Brace yourselves

20 / Enero / 1920

Dear mi corazón,

It's been three days since no report of the flu has come. Mami has completely recovered from the flu, and Bella too is recovering. She is still very weak, but the doctors say she will get better, and she won't go away like Papa.

Mami said that if all goes well, and no more flu cases are reported, they will slowly start to reopen everything. That means I can go and meet my friends again! I am very happy I will get to meet them after such a long time.

Love,
Mira

2 / Febrero / 1920

Dear mi corazón,

Bella is all better! And just in time for her decimocuarto cumpleaños. Mami made a cake, from the bread we had at home. She wrote on it, 'Feliz cumpleaños Mirabel e Isabel'. It was a very nice cake, even though it was not my birthday for another eleven months....

Historical Fiction Competition 2020

The world is reopening; Brace yourselves

20 / Enero / 1920

Dear mi corazón,

It's been three days since no report of the flu has come. Mami has completely recovered from the flu, and Bella too is recovering. She is still very weak, but the doctors say she will get better, and she won't go away like Papa.

Mami said that if all goes well, and no more flu cases are reported, they will slowly start to reopen everything. That means I can go and meet my friends again! I am very happy I will get to meet them after such a long time.

Love,
Mira


2 / Febrero / 1920

Dear mi corazón,

Bella is all better! And just in time for her decimocuarto cumpleaños. Mami made a cake, from the bread we had at home. She wrote on it, 'Feliz cumpleaños Mirabel e Isabel'. It was a very nice cake, even though it was not my birthday for another eleven months. But I didn't...

Historical Fiction Competition 2020

The world is reopening; Brace yourselves

20 / Enero / 1920

Dear mi corazón,

It's been three days since no report of the flu has come. Mami has completely recovered from the flu, and Bella too is recovering. She is still very weak, but the doctors say she will get better, and she won't go away like Papa.

Mami said that if all goes well, and no more flu cases are reported, they will slowly start to reopen everything. That means I can go and meet my friends again! I am very happy I will get to meet them after such a long time.

Love,
Mira


2 / Febrero / 1920

Dear mi corazón,

Bella is all better! And just in time for her birthday. Mami made a cake, from the bread we had at home. She wrote on it, 'Feliz cumpleaños Mirabel e Isabel'. It was a very nice cake, even though it was not my birthday for another eleven months. But I didn't get...

Stories & Pictures... That's all I have left of you

Stories & Pictures, that's all I have left of you.

Honestly, sometimes I'm mad at you. Sometimes I wished you were cowards, that you were cowards and you didn't fight. I wished you had stayed back, and you hadn't gone to fight, because even if you fighting saved many other lives, it destroyed mine.

Gran tells me a lot about you two. She says you both were very brave, and that you loved me very much. But if you loved me so much, didn't it ever occur to you once that if both of you had rush into a battle where you would most likely die, you would leave your only child orphaned? Didn't you ever think that that child would miss you? That he would resent his birthdays, because each birthday brought him closer to passing your ages?

I've seen many people without a Mum and Dad. My godfather never had anyone. No Mum, no Dad, no one. I...

To the early morning writers...

To the early morning writers
To the ones who wake before the dawn
Who write down their dreamlands before they are all gone
Who have their laptop right next to their bed
And a pad and paper in their bathrooms

Keep writing. Do not let sleep overcome you. You work the best at 5 in the morning. You do not need to sleep until midday. Instead, you spend that time sketching out your characters, drawing your location, writing your story. So don't stop. Don't stop doing what you do best, when you do best.

Do not listen to those who chastise you for getting up at 5 am
Sitting with a blank page and filling it up
Instead of running
Instead of cleaning
Because running and cleaning, they can be done later
But writing? There is no time better.

I am an early morning writer
I write before the dawn breaks
My best works are written the moment I get...

I know I'm not the supportive one (Message in footnotes)

I know I'm not the supportive one
The one who likes everything they see
But, you have to understand
Staying in the shadows,
Well that's just me.

I may not have encouraging words
To write down whenever I can
I come across any sort of work
But I love them all 
And I hope they love me back

So I just wanted to tell you
That I do look at everyone here
I am amazed by the amount of talent
I found on a single site
And these writings will always be very dear

Let me conclude by saying
I love everything I see
I love all the writings I read
Though I do not express myself
Because that is just not me
 

“Heaven of Freedom”

When will we?

When will we open our eyes, to see all the destruction we have caused?
When will we realise, that this earth is not ours?

When will we understand, everyone is the same
When will we take it in our hands, to make this world a better place?

When will we listen to the nature, and save it from its misery?
When will we stop berating out pasts, and instead let history be history?

When will we rescue the innocents, and apprehend the guilty?
When will we change our view on the universe, and re-establish society?

When will we start, and not simply sit around?
When will we not wait, and instead make progress in leaps and bounds?

When will we?

I'm sorry Mum, but I need to do this.

Dear Mum, 

    I know you didn't want me to fight in this, but what other choice do I have? I will be hunted down, daughter of a traitor and the daughter of the leader of the other side, so it doesn't really matter if I fight or not. If I don't, I'll probably live a few months longer, but if I do, I'll die knowing I tried.

    You fought. Dad did. It's only fair I do. So, I am writing this to tell you I have left for training camp. I will not come home for the next several months, but I will try to write once a month. I promise. 

    I know this isn't what you wanted Mum. I was your youngest child, the one you always felt like you had to protect. But I'm not a child anymore. You let Helena and John do it, you let them fight, why am I any different?

    For you, I will...

Inventory

What she saw last.

She takes a look at her room one last time before she knows she will close the door, only to never open it again. At least, she was pretty sure that would happen. No one could be guaranteed a future, let alone someone like her.

Her eyes scanned the room she had lived in ever since she was three and was old enough to sleep on her own. Right now, it had a very adult influence, a stack of her writings on her desk, a bottle of wine on her bedside table, and her drivers license on her dressing table.

But, looking closer, she could see past influences of her younger years. Her mirror was surrounded with pictures of her high school years, on the cross country and basketball team, and even some letters she had written or received.

Her bay window had never changed. All the stuffed animals she had since she was three still laid there, her pink...

"My Heart is Like"

Moving on is like

I know what moving on is like
From the day you breathed your last
It is like the morning birds
Chirping at the crack of dawn
Waking us all from our slumber
Telling us to start anew
With a heart full of life

Psychic Distance

Thunderstorms and alarms

1) It was the fourteenth of July, and the young teenager woke up to her alarm in the middle of a thunder storm. She quickly snoozed the alarm and went back to sleep.

2) Olive Pince woke up on the fourteenth of July to her alarm in the middle of a thunder storm. She quickly snoozed the alarm and went back to sleep.

3) Olive blearily opened her eyes and saw the rain pouring down the window with claps of lighting every now and then. She turned her head to see her alarm ringing. She quickly snoozed the alarm and went back to sleep.

4) 'Ugggghhhh' Olive thought, when she heard her alarm go off. Grumbling, she took her head out from under the pillow and watched the rain and lightning all while the annoying sound of the alarm rang through the back of her head. She turned around in bed, quickly snoozed the alarm and went back to sleep.

Dear "That" girl,

Dear "That" girl,
I know I will never be like you
I know I won't ever look like you
Walk like you
Talk like you
Or even smile like you

Dear "That" girl,
I know you will never like me
You will always look down on me
You will never walk beside me
You will never talk with me
You will always be better than me

Dear "That" girl,
I know we were never meant to be friends
You're on the top of the social ladder
And I haven't even reached it yet
You have half the boys at your beck and call
While I'm the target of the other half

Dear "That" girl,
I don't want to be like you
I don't want to look like you
I don’t want to walk like you
Or talk like you
Or even smile like you

Why?

Well, "That" girl
I love the way I am
I love the way I look ...

Flash Fiction Competition 2020

we might be born white and black, but we all slowly turn grey

Rhea was playing the piano when the blast resounded throughout the house.

She left the piano uncovered and she went to investigate. She saw a man standing in the hall.

"You." She spat.

"Me" he replied.

"Janus, we were friends. What happened to us?"

Janus smirked, "Times change. We're on different sides of the war now."

Rhea took out her revolver, "I have been given permission to kill." She could see a cavalryman quietly approaching from behind.

He did not faze, "So have I."

The cavalryman jumped on Janus.

Janus pulled the trigger.

The piano was never covered again.

 

Ode to The Deaths on May 2nd 1998 #dramatize 2

        I show my sorrow through this Eulogy, to everyone who died fighting today. Every man, woman and child who died for the greater good. Every life lost in order to save countless more. You didn't deserve death. You deserved a life after the war, a life after the darkness enveloping this world disappeared. To all the students who fought for their school, I am sorry. Sorry that you will never be able to write your finals, to graduate and walk through the castle walls one last time. To all the teachers who died fighting for their home, I am sorry. Sorry, that you will not be able to grade the tests that you took. Sorry that you will not be able to look at the students faces one last time. To all the Order Members who died fighting for the betterment of other lives, I am sorry. Sorry that you will never be able to witness the joy and the...

I wear my headphones to drown the world out

I sit in the subway, waiting for my stop to come, when someone sits next to me. God no. I don't want to strike up any conversation, but she looks like she does. I take out my phone, my headphones, connect them and put the headphones on. What song to play? Maybe Lost boy? I certainly feel like one. I play the song. I lean my head back on the seat. Soon, my stop comes. I get off.

I go down for a jog when I see the obnoxious one of my friend circle. Please don't. I take out my phone and earphones, connect them and wear the earphones. What song now? How about Flames? Yeah, sounds about right. I play the song. I start to jog. She goes away.

It's 3 in the morning. Everyone's asleep. I can't make any noise. Why?  I take out my phone and headphones. I connect them and put the headphones on. What song to play? Maybe...

To the people of Beirut

To the people of Beirut,
I'm sorry
I am sorry for the immense destruction the explosion caused.
All the people who went before their time.
All the children who lost their parents
All the parents who lost their children

To the people of Beirut,
I am sorry
I am sorry to see all the people who don't have houses
And all the homes which no more hold people
All the rubble spread across the streets
And all the blood on top

To the people of Beirut,
I will pray
Pray that you will overcome
Pray that things will become better
That human society will come together
And help you move on

To the people of Beirut,
Stay strong
You will get through
Things will become better
Make the best out of the situation
Life will look up again

Tagline Art

People-less homes

Pray. Pray for the people who lost their homes, and the homes that lost their people.

 

Stages of sadness

They say sadness has three stages
Denial, Grief and moving on
Let me tell you more about these stages
For written on most of my document pages
Are sad poems, stories and one song

The first stage is denial where the sadness is pure
You choose not to believe in the truth
You think you are dreaming, and you are not sure
If you should believe in what others are saying or walk through another door
And let your imagination take over you

The second is grief when you accept what is real
The truth is in front of you, and you believe
The grief overcomes you, you have no more strength to feel
All the light is gone, you need time to heal
And love and help is what you will receive 

The last, and perhaps the hardest stage is to move on
To forget about the past and start afresh
To carry forward with your head humming a...

Say something, I'm giving up on you

You're face is as black as a white sheet
You show no emotion
How can I help
If you show nothing
I want to help you
I want to make it better
To take away the pain
If you act like the pain is non-existent
What can I do
Nothing
I need you to let me in
I don't care how much you're holding in
Let me in
Let it out
I promise you'll feel better
I promise
I'll help you
Just say something

Writing streak 2, week 3 day 5


Vettikilli Oh so green!
jumping around at night
and eating all the plants
why do you do such things!?
i have to plant new herbs because of you
and even after that
you eat them again
i cannot water the plants
because you are sitting on the leaves
and I don't want to hurt you
please Vettikilli, go away

Letter Writing Competition 2020

Until the end... Love Bonnie

Dearest Ariana,

    I know we haven't spent much time together lately. Life and war got in the way. I've been wondering what you are up to these days? My youngest, Nymphadora was recently injured. She's only 20, but she is being targeted. She escaped from their clutches, and now they want to finish what they started, so I have gone into hiding with her to keep her safe. My eldest, John, is still fighting with the army, and my middle child, Helena, is working with the government for the funding of ammunition.

    Dora had been training to fight in the army, but in her first field mission she was shot in the back when they attempted to capture her. She is now completely paralysed waist down. I must remain in hiding with her for the time being, but I hope I can reconcile with you after this terrible war.

    John remembers you. I think...

Writing streak 2, week 3, day 3

Once upon a time...
                           ...happily ever after

War...
      ...peace


Life...
      ...death


Beginning...
               ...end


Love...
        ...hate


Friend...
          ...enemy


Achievements...
                     ...regrets

...the end

Writing streak 2, week 3, day 4


The young boy
Who couldn't remember what he forgot
Look where he is now

He turned his least favourite teacher
Into his grandmother
a laugh for all of us

what we didn't know
is his tragic past
he narrowly escaped a terrible fate

his parents aren't dead
no.
it's something much worse

but he stood strong
his speech will never been forgotten
he is Neville Longbottom

Writing streak 2, week 3, day 2


i stood in a black dress
just standing
standing
waiting for it all to end

the man finished speaking
and I was listening
just listening
waiting for it all to end

the people were crying
sobbing and mourning
but I wasn't doing anything
just waiting for it all to end

i felt like collapsing
i felt like screaming
i felt like crying
but I was just standing and listening
waiting for it all to end

Writing streak 2, week 3, day 1

the wind
blew
in
my
hair

like a soft voice
trying to tell
me what
life is all about

she swept all
my hair
back
in
one
direction

and when she
left my
hair
came
back to
as normal
as it could be
which isn't
much

Semicolon Soirée

The story of my favourite romance, in the form of a semicolon soirée

She trips on her first Order meeting; She closes her eyes, expecting to hit the ground; Instead she finds herself held by a pair of arms; She quickly gets up and straightens her skirt; She re-morphs her hair to her previous electric blue; She mutters a small thanks and shakes the stranger's hand; She sits at her table; Next time she see's him, They're at a stakeout; Together under one invisibility cloak; Days pass and they get closer; Until they kiss; But he refuses; Say's he's too old, poor and dangerous; Says she deserves someone young and whole; She is devastated; She loses her ability to morph; Her Patronus changes; She can't move on; Their mentor dies; She decides she cant wait anymore; They get married; They find out they're expecting; He runs out; He gets some sense knocked into himself; he goes back; Their son is born; He rushes off into battle; She runs behind him; He fight one;...

Writing Streak Challenge - Week 2

Challenge Completed!

Day 1

Blur: The colour of the fast moving train in the subway. A mixture of many colours, usually grey, red and black.

Day 2

Wave: A combination of two opposite colours, like Blue and Orange

Day 3

Apollo: The colour of anything in a bright yellow hue

Day 4

Juice: The colour of vibrance. Anything bright and glistening

Day 5

Calm: The hues of light green. Calm and peaceful

Writing Streak Challenge - Week 2

Challenge Completed!

Day 1

Blur: The colour of the fast moving train in the subway. A mixture of many colours, usually grey, red and black.

Day 2

Wave: A combination of two opposite colours, like Blue and Orange

Day 3

Apollo: The colour of anything in a bright yellow hue

Day 4

Juice: The colour of vibrance. Anything bright and glistening
 

War and Peace

The fought the battle and won the war, but they lost everything else.

Writing Streak Challenge - Week 2

Challenge Completed!

Day 1

Blur: The colour of the fast moving train in the subway. A mixture of many colours, usually grey, red and black.

Day 2

Wave: A combination of two opposite colours, like Blue and Orange

Day 3

Apollo: The colour of anything in a bright yellow hue

 

Writing Streak Challenge - Week 2

Challenge Completed!

Day 1

Blur: The colour of the fast moving train in the subway. A mixture of many colours, usually grey, red and black.

Day 2

Wave: A combination of two opposite colours, like Blue and Orange

Character analysis: Nymphadora Tonks

Full Name: Nymphadora Vulpeca Lupin (neé Tonks)
Age (As off last book/death): 24/25
Birthday: between 1 September 1972 and 31 August
Day of Death: 2nd May, 1998
Patronus: Wolf
Wand: Unkown
Boggart: Unkown
Relatives:-
  1. Andromeda Tonks (neé Black) (Mother)
  2. Ted Tonks (Father) †
  3. Remus Lupin (Husband) †
  4. Edward 'Teddy' Lupin (Son)
  5. Bellatrix Lestrange (neé Black) (Maternal Aunt) †
  6. Narccissa Malfoy (neé Black) (Maternal Aunt) 
  7. Draco Malfoy (First Cousin)
  8. Lucius Malfoy (Uncle)
  9. Rodolphus Lestrange (Uncle)
  10. Sirius Black (Second Cousin) †
  11. Regulus Black (Second Cousin) †
  12. Black Family (By Blood)
  13. Tonks Family (By Blood)
  14. Lupin Family (Through Marriage)
Loyalties:-
  1. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
  2. Ministry of Magic
  3. Order of the Phoenix
  4. Hufflepuff House
Skills/Special abilities:-
  1. Metamorphmagus: Tonks was born with the ability to change her appearance at will, a trait she passed on her to her son. As a young girl, she used this abilities often to imitate professor's at her school, mostly Severus Snape. As an adult, this trait proved useful...

Writing Streak Challenge - Week 2

Challenge Completed!

Day 1

Blur: The colour of the fast moving train in the subway. A mixture of many colours, usually grey, red and black.

Beautiful words, not-so-beautiful meanings

They say looks can be deceiving, and that can be true. Just take a look

  1. Inure: Getting accustomed or to accept something wrong or bad.
  2. Dystopia: An imagined world or society in which people lead wretched, dehumanized, fearful lives.
  3. Languor: Lethargy or weakness in body and mind.
  4. Nemesis: A formidable and usually victorious rival or opponent.
  5. Anecdoche: A conversation where everyone is talking, but no one is listening.
  6. Lachesism: The desire to be struck by tragedy, like being in a plane crash.
  7. Liberosis: The desire to care less about things.
  8. Mal De Coucou: Having an online social life, but having very less friends in real life.
  9. Melancholy: Sadness.
  10. Schlemiel: The awkward and unlucky person for whom things never turn out well.

What's the saddest one?

Writing streak 2, week 1, day 3

14 things to do in this very boring lockdown:

  1. Play the piano
  2. Daydream
  3. Paint
  4. Write screenplay of at least one feature film.
  5. Write songs for someone special
  6. Finish your school notes
  7. Improve your writing and grammar
  8. Watch the film masterpiece that is The Florida Project
  9. Make a movie or video
  10. Build a fort or camp in your garden.
  11. Maybe do some graffiti on your walls
  12. Finish reading 'A Whole New World: A Twisted Tale
  13. Watch every Marvel movie from the MCU in chronological order
  14. Play a card game with your family.

Writing streak 2, week 1, day 2

10 quotes I love

  1. "You gave me a forever within the numbered days and for that I am grateful." -The Fault in our Stars
  2. "Dream as if you will live forever, live as if you will die today"
  3. "It is impossible to live without failing at something, unless you have lived so cautiously that you have not lived at all, which means you have automatically failed." -J.K. Rowling
  4. "Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will hurt me"
  5. "Happiness can be found even in the darkest of times, if only one remembers to turn on the light" -Albus Dumbledore
  6. "The ones who love us never really leave us." -Sirius Black
  7. "Aim for the moon and you'll land amongst the stars."
  8. "The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death." -Written on the gravestone of Lily and James Potter
  9. "The scars on your face do not show how many times you have been defeated, but how many times you have...

The last line of a novel #Boredwriter2

What happens when you turn to the last page of a novel. What happens when you start the last paragraph? What happens when you reach the last line? What happens when you read the last word? What happens when you close the back cover, to set the book aside, not planning on reading it again for the next month or so?

A lot. For example, the last line of 'Little Women', "Oh, my girls, however long you may live, I never can wish you a greater happiness than this." Brings me such happiness and sadness at the same time. Or the last line from the last book of the 'Harry Potter' series, "All was well." does the same thing. Or perhaps, the simple sentence made of two words in 'The Fault In Our Stars', "I do." makes me tear up.

Why? Well, it's because we are told that in a good book, once you close one chapter, another one opens....

13

13
A confusing time
Not quite an adult
Not even a proper teenager

Too old for Disney channel
Too young for the adult section on Netflix
Too old for Tag
Too young for Truth or dare


Treated like child
But not expected to act like one
Trying to act like an adult
But, not treated like one


It's a crazy time
stuck in the middle
of teenage and childhood
not knowing whether to stay back
or move forward

13,
A time to reflect
On our actions so far

How they led us to where we are

13,
A time to choose
Our path in life
How we will make our mark

But, the funny thing is,
When I asked my Mum and Dad
They say 13 isn't the time to worry
14 is the real deal.

So, once I turn 14
Life will get harder
And I'm pretty sure
I won't get any smarter

Why is that all love stories end in tragedy?

Let me name 4 stories
Of love, faith and hope
That all ended in misery
That I hope I will never know

Jack and Rose,
Their love was unbreakable
But one sacrificed their life for the other
And just like that,
It broke

Romeo and Juliet
It was written in the stars before they even met
But they were torn apart by familial hate
And tragedy and death were written down as their fate.

Remus and Tonks
The ones who overcame all problems
Had a little baby boy in times of darkness
But even then, their journey ended in death
But their love for one and other
will never be forgotten

Elizabeth and Jack
They were meant to be
But life got in the way
And threw their love out of reach

Lastly my favourite
Lily and James
Who died protecting their son
Died in everything but vain

But I would love to read
A happy love story for once ...

Writing streak, week 14, day 2

Trying my best by Anson Seabra

The song talks about how we might look like we are perfectly content on the outside, but on the inside, we're not all that perfect. But, at the end of the day, we're all just trying our best to be alright, and that's what matters.

Clay by Grace Vanderwaal

Your words don't affect me, I'm not clay

Writing streak week 14 day 1

Lily's theme, Harry Potter.

No lyrics, only music. The calm, yet extremely depressing tune is what my Monday feels like. A gloomy day, but yet full of hope and life.

Saturn, Sleeping at last

Monday teaches me that only once I exit Sunday, I miss it so much. But Monday also taught me that Sunday explained so much, so much before it went away.

 

Mad Libs

Iris, a perfectly imperfect teenager

Iris is a 14 year old teenager, who lives in Gloucestershire. Known for being musical and shy, she wants nothing more than to get to know her dead parents. She pretends to be happy, when in fact, inside, she really feels lonely. Iris’s biggest fear is losing the ones who care for her. What Iris needs is closure; the biggest thing getting in the way is Life.

The daughter of music #Childofyournation

The daughter of music's
Hair flows
like the strings of a heart
when plucked

The daughter of music's
Voice sings
like the melody of a flute
When blown through

The daughter of music's
Feet move
with the grace of a pianists
light touch

The daughter of music's
Heart beats
Like the bass drum
when hit

The daughter of music
Will never walk out of beat
Will never sing out of tune
Will never live out of pitch

The daughter of musics 
life moves on
Like the sound of the bow
resting on the string

Ancestors Speak

Think before you speak

One thing my parents and grandparents have constantly told me is to watch my words. Words are one of the most useful tools or weapons man will ever posses. Words mean a lot of things, from just being a mean of communication, to an integrated part of life, we use words all day, every day.

But words can be misused in many ways. And when misused, they turn out hurtful. You might be teasing your friend, not bullying them, but the way you phrase something can hurt another person. Words are the most hurtful. You know the quote 'Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hut me'? That's a lie. Words do hurt, more than you think. They may not leave scars, or may not be visibly seen, but once said, they cannot be taken back again, once we hear someone else's words, we cannot un-hear them. 

The worst part of hurtful words is that words...

Part 3

Love. It was humanity's downfall and then... its savior. 
It all started with a boy and his father. They were the rulers of their land, the beloved royal family. Every year, the crops would flourish, the devastating storms narrowly miss the kingdom, the wars that raged on stayed distant into the far off lands. And so, the citizens threw massive, beautiful festivals and parties all to celebrate and thank their dear king and his son. Because they came when the people were in need. They made it rain so the crops may grow. They used their sorcery to fend off the devastating storms. They threatened the lives of any tyrant that sought to invade their land. 
The people adored them. The ladies (and men) of the kingdom threw themselves at the prince and king, hoping to win their hearts. And they were always - always - kindly cast aside with the words "my family is all I need, romance isn't for me"...

Collective Voice

We had fun

The thunderstorm outside kept us locked in our cabin. But we didn't mind. We played all night, telling each other ghost stories and scaring the wits out of each other. We had fun, oblivious to the raging storm going on just outside our window. We had fun, oblivious to the trees falling to the ground. Because, we had to make the bast of what we had, and the only thing we had at this time were our flashlights, some food and clothes, and each other. So, instead of brooding about the fact that we could not go down to the river like we initially planned, we had fun with what we had.

This I Believe

I believe

  • I believe that we can all do our part.
  • I believe that together, we can improve.
  • I believe in miracles.
  • I believe life has a plan.
  • I believe we can come together.
  • I believe everybody is special.
  • I believe that nothing is impossible.

The Fight for Justice

So What?

So what? My skin is a bit darker than yours,
I still deserve to breathe the same air that you do.

So what? My accent is a bit thicker than yours,
I still require as much as freedom as you do.

So what? I am not a carbon copy
Of the barbie your baby girl
Plays with,
I still deserve the same amount of respect that you do.

So what? 
Ask yourself,
Why is it that
Because of my skin
You treat me like an alien
Someone who doesn't deserve anything
Because,

Guess what?
The colour of my skin
Or the texture of my hair
Makes no difference
In the fact that
I'm still human

Enough #126 prompt 4 #Somethingunique2 #Somethingunique6

"When will you realise, Baby you're worth it, you don't have to do anything to earn it, you're perfect, you deserve it, when will you see what i see, and realise you're worth it."

I am enough,
I might not be the best,
But I am who I am,
And that is all that matters.
Yes, I have my flaws,
And yes, I'm still learning,
But why shouldn't I be happy,
With who I am.

You are enough,
You might not be the best,
They might try to put you down,
But you are strong.
Strong enough, not to fall and hit the ground.
You might not believe in yourself,
But I do,
I know that you are amazing,
And that's all anyone will ever ask from you.

We are enough,
We can fight against the storm,
We can win against the bullies,
Because we are who we are supposed to be.
We will not let them in,
And break...

Finding you #ninjascontest_3_poem #BaringMySoul1 #Prettycontest1

The first time I saw you,
And you looked into my eyes,
I knew, right at that moment,
You were the love of my life.

Sure we were in different classes,
And we played with different friends,
But we shared the love of music,
And I knew what I felt,
I knew it wasn't pretend.

The fondest memories I share of you,
Were when we went on vacation from school,
We played truth or dare 
Throughout the night
Telling our teacher we were playing bluff

I know you were teased about me for sometime,
But it all blew past,
Now you're teased about someone else,
And people think your
relationship is the one that will last

I don't know if you still like me,
but I hope you know I do
And as Whitney Houston once said,
I will always love you.

The girl who brought his water #bitofbliss_1 / #champion / #boredwriter 1 / #PrettyContest1

"And in conclusion, I now announce that 'Act II' is officially applicable to any war zones in this kingdom."

And then I saw her. She came up to me, and gave ma a glass of water. She bowed and left. I didn't know her name, but I knew that from that moment, I would forever remember her. I was captivated by her long brown hair, although messy and tangled, it was the most beautiful hair I'd ever seen.

I went towards the carriage that would take me back to the palace, and there she was again. She was standing next to the carriage, holding the door open. I went up to her, and asked her,"What is your name?"

But she didn't speak. Instead she just bowed, and pointed towards the carriage. So from then on, I only knew her by 'The girl who brought my water'.

A few months later...

I couldn't forget her, not when she came to my...

It's not always good news #LBC12 Prompt 4

When she saw the look on the pilots face, she knew it. No one was going to make it. Yet, she was the one who was supposed to stay calm, and help the others stay calm. but she couldn’t. Not today. She screamed.

Moony's Life: After the War #SomethingUnique4 #mysecondcontest5

Dear Diary,

So, I'm trying something new. Ginny, Harry's wife said writing a diary really helped her after the loss of her brother, so I wanted to try it out. And then Hermione said that you start with writing your daily routine, so here it is

I am not the kind of person to have a normal life. Even when there would be no war, I still have something blocking my path to a normal life, something I hate, but cannot avoid. You see, once in a month, I'm not myself. Sure, improvements have been made to ensure more safety, but I can't avoid it. Once a month, I'm not a human, I'm a werwolf.

Sure, my lovely wife, Nymphadora Tonks and all my friends don't seem to mind, but my 'Furry Little Problem' is the only thing keeping me away from a normal life.\

I get up at 7am, being an early riser and light sleeper. Also, there is...

I Wish They Had an App for That

QuizWhizzz

Ladies and gentlemen, presenting 'QuizWhizzz'. Copy paste the notes you wrote on your computer to a document on this app, and get custom made question papers based on requests. Best for study nights, when you don't want to make you own questions.

Okay, but seriously, how cool would that be. Like, I copy the notes onto a document, and it makes questions from the information that I have to answer. I know you like it, right?????

Enumeration

5 reasons why Lockdown isn't affecting me and 5 reasons why it is

​Why Lockdown isn't affecting me
  1. I am a very introverted person: Lockdown is just a lot more me time
  2. I have interests that I can perform at home: Like music and writing
  3. I have siblings: I'm not alone all the time
  4. Even if there was no lockdown, we would be having a very hot summer right now: So, I most probably wouldn't be able to go out of the house
  5. I still have some freedom: I can get out of my house and walk or run around the apartment
Why It is
  1. I still love playing basketball, which I can't: I'm pretty sure I won't even be able to shoot after the lockdown
  2. I am not able to go to the library: But, I have now rekindled my old love for Harry Potter
  3. I miss school: Right now, who doesn't
  4. I miss my friends: Okay, I'm not the most social person, but I have friend, and I miss them
  5. I am missing a...

Writing streak, week 8 day 2

They say we should act like adults, but they treat us like children.

#Chain4

I've never met someone as in love with the world as Ozzy Perez. Not before I met him, and certainly not after.  
He was a hopeless romantic, with those rose-tinted glasses superglued to his face. He believed that there were no good or bad people, only people. He worshipped the icecream gods and constantly sacrificed his own physique in the name of them. He abused his hair; dyeing it, chopping it up, covering it in mud, the list could go on for miles. His skin was sunburned, while mine was sun-kissed from being dragged along beside him. His smile was rarely gone, especially after he got his braces removed.  
We never really talked. He would drone on and on about whatever was on his mind, constantly changing subjects. I was good at hearing. Listening, not so much. I had a short attention span, always spacing out- 
"-And this absolute masterpiece of a musical ends with the words: 'Never surrender cause...

Writing streak, week 8 day 1

There is no beginning or end, rather we all just go in circles.

Writing streak, week 7 day 1

Life, why is it that whenever the plans are made, the plans get disrupted?

Embrace the Dancing Moonlight #PrompyCompy1 #BaringMySoul1

I stood there
In the dead of the night,
Wondering how I got there
The only thing I could see
Were the dancing beams of moonlight
Shining down on the row of houses
The glimmering light shone into my eyes
And right in that moment,
With the moonlight's glow 
Smiling at the rest of the world
I knew that I was where
I was supposed to be 
where I was at that moment

The moonlight seemed to talk to me,
It also started to sing,
It told me to love where I was at the moment
To not fret about the future at the moment,
And to embrace every single moment
Every single special part of life
Because once they are gone,
It's not going to come back,
Just like once the moon is gone,
There will be no more moonlight.
Only for that night....

Finding you #ninjascontest_3_poem #BaringMySoul1 #Prettycontest1

The first time I saw you,
And you looked into my eyes,
I knew, right at that moment,
You were the love of my life.

Sure we were in different classes,
And we played with different friends,
But we shared the love of music,
And I knew what I felt,
I knew it wasn't pretend.

The fondest memories I share of you,
I when we went on vacation from school,
We played truth or dare 
Through the night
Telling our teacher we were playing bluff

I know you were teased about me for sometime,
But it all blew past,
Now you're teased about someone else,
And people think your
relationship id the one that will last

I don't know if you still like me,
but I hope you know I do
And as Whitney Houston once said,
I will always love you.

Writing Streak Challenge Week 5

Writing poem Challenge Completed

Monday
The wind blew,
The towels and clothes,
That were pinned to the hanger,
But how did the wind,
Manage to blow them away?
Nobody knows....

Tuesday
I tried to curl my hair, but alas!
my hair is straight, as straight as a rope.
So even if i tried,
I would not succeed,
All I could do is hope.

Wednesday
I went for a walk,
I took a look at the world,
The dancing trees, the singing wind,
And it made me wonder,
What is the meaning of life?

Thursday
The last day of online school,
Before my summer begins,
This summer will be something different,
Something unique,
Because it feels like there will be no end!

Friday
Don’t work today,
Everybody says,
But there are people working,
Everywhere, Everyday,
To make sure we all stay safe.

 

Enough #126 prompt 4 #Somethingunique2 #Somethingunique6

"When will you realise, Baby you're worth it, you don't have to do anything to earn it, you're perfect, you deserve it, when will you see what i see, and realise you're worth it."

I am enough,
I might not be the best,
But I am who I am,
And that is all that matters.
Yes, I have my flaws,
And yes, I'm still learning,
But why shouldn't I be happy,
With who I am.

You are enough,
You might not be the best,
They might try to put you down,
But you are strong.
Strong enough, not to fall and hit the ground.
You might not believe in yourself,
But I do,
I know that you are amazing,
And that's all anyone will ever ask from you.

We are enough,
We can fight against the storm,
We can win against the bullies,
Because we are who we are supposed to be.
We will not let them in,
And break...

Writing Streak Challenge Week 5

Writing poem Challenge Completed

Monday
The wind blew
The towels and clothes
That were pinned to the hanger,
But how did the wind
Manage to blow them away?
Nobody knows....

Tuesday
I tried to curl my hair, but alas!
my hair is straight, as straight as a rope
So even if i tried,
I would not succeed,
All I could do is hope.

The new girl in math class #Aprilmath

A lot can happen over a word problem...

It was the same old routine. Go to school, finish class, and go to the library for math tutoring. It was the same faces in my class, I would get the same amount of money each day, I would sit on the same desk and chair, until one day, a new girl joined. We didn't have a chair for her, so she sat on mine, while I stood and made rounds. She offered me the same amount of money as everyone else, but she was different, not like the other people in the class I took.

I asked her,"Hi! I'm Alya, what’s your name?"

She replied in a feeble voice,"I'm Jenna, Jenna Rodriguez."

I asked her which grade she was in, but she was homeschooled, so she never knew which grade she was in. By evaluating her, I saw that if she were in school, she would be in the Junior gifted...

Writing Streak Challenge Week 5

Writing poem Challenge Completed

Monday
The wind blew
The towels and clothes
That were pinned to the hanger,
But how did the wind
Manage to blow them away?
Nobody knows....

A story never told #1stchallenge

Although we are divided, 
By gender, religion and race
There is one language everyone understands
Regardless of their birthplace

The language of music 
Is loved by all
It doesn’t matter where they are,
Or who they are, or if they are big or small

The language of music
Is cherished and preserved
From the prehistoric rhymes
To the modern pop world

To understand this language
You do not have to be smart
All you must know 
Is how to listen to your heart

“Feel the music”, they say
Let it seep into your souls
For this language, the language,
Tells a story never told.

Writing streak, week 4, day 5

I am grateful for the healthy immunity system I have been given, and a house that protects me from the virus.

Writing streak, week 4 day 3

I am grateful for the planet that we call home, the water and food that we survive on, and how blessed we are too be alive today.

Writing streak, week 4 day 2

I am grateful for the fact that I am still able to connect with my friends, and spend time with my family.

A story never told #1stchallenge

Although we are divided, 
By gender, religion and race
There is one language everyone understands
Regardless of their birthplace

The language of music 
Is loved by all
It doesn’t matter where they are,
Or who they are, or if they are big or small

The language of music
Is cherished and preserved
From the prehistoric rhymes
To the modern pop world

To understand this language
You do not have to be smart
All you must know 
Is how to listen to your heart

“Feel the music”, they say
Let it seep into your souls
For this language, the language,
Tells a story never told.

A story never told #1stchallenge

Although we are divided, 
By gender, religion and race
There is one language everyone understands
Regardless of their birthplace

The language of music 
Is loved by all
It doesn’t matter where they are,
Or who they are, or if they are big or small

The language of music
Is cherished and preserved
From the prehistoric rhymes
To the modern pop world

To understand this language
You do not have to be smart
All you must know 
Is how to listen to your heart

“Feel the music”, they say
Let it seep into your souls
For this language, the language,
Tells a story never told.

Writing streak, week 4 day 1

I am grateful for the fact that even in the lockdown, I am able to eat 3 meals a day.

Writing streak, week 3, day 5

The week ended, now the weekend.

Writing streak, week 3 day 4

Living in lockdown isn't that bad...

Five Line Fiction

The perils of being an air hostess

When she saw the look on the pilots face, she knew it. No one was going to make it. Yet, she was the one who was supposed to stay calm, and help the others stay calm. but she couldn’t. Not today. She screamed.

Writing streak, week 3 day 3

She's not the best, but close.

#30HowItShouldHaveEnded Stargirl: In An Alternate Universe

Stargirl: In An Alternate Universe

Stargirl joined school for the first time in her life in her junior year, on Leo's birthday, and she made quite the impact. She became the schools lucky charm, after the school won their first football game ever after she sang at halftime. Everybody loved her, and Leo fell in love with her. But, when a player of the opponent team gets hurt, and she goes with him to the hospital, which results in the whole school to turn on her, can Leo make her blend in, like he did when he first joined. Or was Stargirl born to stand out?

At the end of the movie, Stargirl goes to the Winter formal, makes up for a mistake, and disappears forever. Nobody ever saw her again. Personally, I think that after the credits, there should be a scene where Stargirl comes to Leo's house, and they reunite. Stargirl and Leo were meant to be, and...

Writing streak, week 3 day 2

Until we divide, we cannot conquer.

Poetry and Spoken Word Competition 2020

To change me, you can't do anything

I know that I am small
I know that I am shy,
I know that I might not talk,
I just can't speak my mind

I might not look as good,
As the magazine cover girls,
I have a large forehead, and a long neck,
AND I'll never be "that girl"
I just can't

I might not look the best,
And i might not speak,
But I am perfect
As I am
And you can do nothing to change me

I am beautiful 
In my own unique way
I am not the typical girl
I am so much more than that

So you might be a hater,
But I just couldn't care less
So keep your talk to yourself
For this version of me is the best