Name

Dear Conscience,

It’s simple. Pick a part of my name, replace it with a word that rhymes, add it to the rest of my name, butcher my last name and gallop along the hallway yelling it and pointing at me. Feels great doesn’t it? That’s because they have simple names, fancy ones, and they have a bunch of minions who would stand up to someone who does the same to them.

I’m different. So is my name. I have been named by my paternal grandmother, pretty much after her name itself. My name stands for the richness of my culture and the diversity of my country. It stands for the legacy of the women in my family. My mother was overwhelmed with joy the day I was born, she always wanted a daughter. My mom had faced many difficulties in her life because she was a woman and her parents never stuck up for her, which is why she wanted a daughter, a daughter whom she could raise to be a strong, intrepid, puissant, and independent woman who can stand through the harshest of storms and that is who I’m going to be. My mom wanted to name me “Dedippa”, a name that had the sound of authority and the blush of rhythm. But my grandmother wanted my name to be taken after hers, so she named me Ritushree, after her name, Manjushree. “Ritu” means “season” and “shree” means “beauty of”, so my name literally means “Beauty of seasons”.

“Sh*toopee”, “Poopshree”, “Sh*tshree”, these are some of the many names that i have been called. I cried. I even dreaded being born. Thanks to bullies! At one point, hearing my name made me feel like a bullet just lacerated through my heart. It made the beauty of a waterfall feel like a landslide. It mangled me apart. I tried to walk in and out of class trying to pretend like I was never there, but like that was ever going to work. I finally decided to stand up to them. They didn’t see me coming and I hit them like an avalanche. I left them broken the way they left me shattered. And I said, “My name is Ritushree, and I know you will remember that”.

When I moved to the United States and started schooling here, many of my teachers ended up mutilating my name. I don’t blame them. They are probably just not used to saying such exuberant names. As days went by, the teachers finally started to get my name right. But when substitute teachers came into class, I just sat at my seat, patiently waiting for them to say my name while calling role and completely butcher it. Over time, my mind started to lose its poise. It was swaying from one side to the other, confused if it should change the label of its identity, like many others, just to escape the province of embarrassment. “I go by Ritu by the way….. Yeah just that….. The first four letters of my name... mhm.” I decided to shorten my name. I took pride in this decision. Neither did I zap my identity nor did I abjure my culture.

I like being called Ritu. It is who I am, it is who I was born to be and it it who I will continue to be. I am unique and that is something that I am not ready to give up at any cost. My name is beautiful. It is the embodiment of an aspect of nature. My name brings the WINTER to my rage, the SUMMER to my flaws, the SPRING in my step, and the cushion to my FALL. I am the beauty of seasons. What is more grandiose than that?

Yours Lovingly,

Ritushree.

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I am not what just meets the eye. I wanted to write this to let everyone around me know that you may think that I hate my name because almost everyone mispronounces it, guess what? You're wrong. I love my name, I love what it means and I love what it stands for. Ain't nobody going to change that!
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Leap

Dedicated to Pratya and Divya because they were the biggest event of my life.

[TITLE credits to Divya for the idea, thanks div! ;) ]

It felt beyond reach,
And I felt so low,
My mind and soul withered,
Spreading undiminished woes.

I'd never think to think,
Or even try to try,
I felt like a minikin,
Looking up at an elephantine.

I placed a palm and I placed a foot,
Pulled myself up and I thought I could,
But I lost grip and my foot slipped off,
And I stood there staring at the etched wall.

She leaped and she made it,
Right over the wall,
Maybe her wall was short,
Or maybe she was just tall!

No! It was the same,
I know it fait accompli,
If she could do it,
Why couldn't I?

I pulled myself together,
And prepared for another try,
But how could I scale such an unscalable mount,
So I stepped back and let out a cry.

The next day I came back,
With fresh hopes and courage,
With strong sense of boldness,
And confidence as my entourage.

The wall seemed at odds,
A lot shorter than afore,
So I braced myself,
And prepared for the roar!

I leaped and I made it,
Right over the wall,
The wall was neither short,
Nor was I too tall.

What was so different,
From the last time I tried?
Was it my courage,
Or was it my stride?

If I'd just believed,
In what I could do,
Then I'd probably do better,
Than finish number two.

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Back with another poem! Except I don't know what to name this one so comment below a possible one word title to my poem (will give you creds).
This poem explains what my everyday life is at this point, after a big change. Everything is so new to me and it gets quite intimidating at times that I just bail out on opportunities and wait for someone to show me how it's done. And then I regret not going for it because what they did was what I would have done. Well I just hope that that doesn't last too long.... so... yeah! Good talk! Bye! :)
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What I really mean...

"Madame, May I?"
Another way to say...
"Get up, Get out,
I'll put away the tray!"

"I think I need to leave,
I'll come another day."
"No! I won't!
I just don't want to stay!"

"Mr. Smith if I may,
I would l like to add..."
"Hey Smith! Shut up!
Your ideas drive me mad!!"

"Hey! How's my hair?"
Says my friend posing low.
"It looks like a rake!"
"That's so Marilyn Monroe!"

Imagine I spoke my mind,
What a loner I would have been!
Not a friend, not a neighbor,
Not a stranger, not a kin!

I may be true to my thoughts,
And you'd flutter away like a bird,
But the truth is bitter,
Or so I've heard!

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Thank you guys for taking your time to read this poem. I'm glad I could come up with something after so long! It's funny how we just lie to make someone feel nice or just put things another way so we don't hurt someone. I thought this might be funny but comment below if you think it is otherwise! Keep checking my blog for something new!
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A Trail of Breadcrumbs

If it isn't too late to realize,
I have come a long way,
From things that used to be,
And friends who used to stay.

When I look back the path I walked,
It looks sober and serene,
Kissed by the rays of the sun,
And hugged by the shade of the tree.

Another light to wake up to,
Stretch and yawn and nuzzle the view,
Has it changed or has it not,
Some-a-same, and some-a-new.

Alone I've been now,
For quite a long while,
No friends to say good morning to,
No friends to bid goodnight.

When I look back at the path I walked,
It looks sober and serene,
Kissed by the rays of the sun,
And hugged by the shade of the tree.

And now I see an empty land,
Waiting to be paved,
With thoughts and dreams and strong goodwill,
For a future that I crave.

I saw it coming way before,
And decided to waive it off,
And the pain I feel now is terrible,
To not cherish the moments with y'all.

If I ever need refuge,
In this world where pain was made,
To find love I'll simply follow,
The trail of breadcrumbs that I've laid.

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Hey! Thank you for reading my poem. It means a lot to me. But if you skipped all the way down, you get the credit anyway!
I wanted to write this poem as a tribute to all the love and friendship that I left behind in India. I want to thank everyone who stopped by in my life to give me a hug and make my day wonderful.
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Racism

"It isn't our weaknesses that make us vulnerable... It's our mindsets..."                            ~ Ritu

There are many people in our world today, black people, white people, brown people. And now you are sitting there behind your screen calling me racist. That's because you got the meaning of racism wrong.

Racism, by definition, is the discrimination or antagonism directed against someone of a different race based on the belief that one's own race is superior. That's what Google said. Now when I say that I wasn't being racist, I mean that, although I called them black, white and brown, I didn't subject qualities or skirmish characteristics to any of them, I simply called them black, white and brown.
Now I could also call them Africans, British and Indians; respectively; that's not being racist either.

I am Indian, and my skin color is a tanned brown, I am a Hindu by birth and I am born into a general caste. That information was based on my nationality, color, religion and caste. If someone doesn't know my name, this is the information, or I'd say basic information, they would be relying on. This would be my apparent identity.

I'd like to rephrase what Google said. Racism is the discrimination or antagonism directed against someone having an identity based on the belief that one's own identity is more dominating.

Apartheid was an event in history when the whites dominated the blacks in their own country and curtailed their rights. Some of you can just draw a straight line joining the two dots, apartheid and racism, but what you need to understand is that Apartheid was an event... Racism is an issue! It's a global issue. On a much large scale.

Many people from all around the world have held campaigns across their country to wipe away traces of racism. But you know what the truth is? None of that is going to do any good! The best we can make out of these campaigns is to stall the people so that we can buy as much time as possible to actually get a solution. But when the mass will truly see what the media have been doing all this time, they will be battered and that little spark of the fire could leave this world in flames. I mean WAR.

I'm writing this today because of a triggering news broadcast that I watched a couple of days back. Times Now was broadcasting a debate on racism. I was thinking, Racism existed for as long as I can remember and they were on my TV screen, yelling at each other, creating absolute hullabaloo on the broadcast and still trying to define racism. That was an absolute waste of time, I'll give you that. Victims of racism are dying out there because someone who has been troubling them finally lost their control. So much for stalling.

Let's face it. We know this issue cannot be controlled by anything we are doing. Really, how many of us actually read the posters put up by campaigning parties, and even when we read them, do we care? No! Because we were never affected by the consequences of racism. And although we are watching videos on how it has affected people, reading articles on what had happened because of it, it doesn't really give us a true insight to how much it stings... and we don't want to know either.

In the 2016 US Presidential elections, Republican candidate Donald Trump, wants to evacuate all immigrants from the States. I think this act is enough to start a revolt. 13.3% of US residents are immigrants and 25% of them are Mayflower descendants. So Donald wants to remove 13.3% of the US residents, that is almost 42.4 million people of the total population with whom President Obama made peace with during his Presidential tenure, which made his country worthy of the title the "United States". Makes so much sense to me, Trump.

Let me explain why I referred to that. Most of the immigrants are Africans and Asians. These immigrants either came for jobs here or were called or they were immensely wealthy and decided to shift to this country. These are the immigrants who add their efforts for the welfare of the country. they provide service and obtain so too. These immigrants contribute to providing man power to all the country's deficient needs. Trump wants to shoo them because he thinks that they pose, or may pose in the future, a threat to the country. This is racism. Why does he think that only the Africans and Asians pose a threat? That is Racist. He doesn't have the rights to blame anything without proof! And for heaven's sake, the country's twice elected president is from AFRICA! Does he even know if any American is with the ISI? Does he have any idea about the statistics of his own country? Yes, I am throwing rhetorics now.

What the government and the Campaigning parties are trying to do now is bring or give more importance to the victims of racism. By that, unknowingly, they are propagating the idealism of societal one-sidedness. This is causing an uproar from the other side.

It's about balance and the intricacy in handling that poise. The spotlight on our stage today is swinging from one identity to another, from one race to the other. It's not about telling the people to run behind the spotlight, It's about stead fastening the spotlight to one spot where everyone can walk in and get Equal importance.

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I wanted to write this for a really long time but I never quite felt the reason to. This is dedicated to Pratya because I think she would understand me very well.
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A Right turn or a Left?

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This is a poem that roots its foundation into the concept of "Confusion". It is about how people panic and get hasty which results in everything going wrong.
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I could have lit a life that day,

But I chose to take the other way,

For I was in a Doubtful Nerve,

If it would benefit me.

That girl in darkness with no light,

Was wondering with all her might,

That how will she ever fight,

The scent of Dire depression.

I saw her drowning in the pool,

I advised her to stay calm and cool,

Hesitated to save her,

Oh! I'm and idiot, such a fool.

I learnt something the other day,

I could have saved a life that way,

If i stood and thought of what to do,

I was in a hurry, haste,

Redundant panic goes to waste.

I could have lit a life that day,

But I chose to take the other way,

For I was in a Doubtful Nerve,

If it would benefit me.

Best Friends Forever!

You were the helium balloon,
Tied to a string,
Tied to my soul,
When my spirits needed a lift.

You held my hand, 
Through dark times and good,
When I needed you the most,
You were always beside me.

When my foot slipped the rung,
And I thought I was gonna fall,
You held me up,
Strong and tall.

When my mind was a honey comb,
With way too many bees to hold,
You shared the burden with me,
Already suppressed by your own.

You walked in, I noticed,
You spoke, I saw,
Your abnegation, your love,
I was left in awe.

You were selfless, I was selfish,
You cared, I never saw,
You loved, I didn't try to feel it,
My heart was too frozen to thaw.

You made my trust your treasure,
You heeded my emotions like a gem,
You touched my soul like a feather but, 
You left a mark like a flare.

You turned me into a jewel, 
You carved my sharpness rotund,
You wiped away my smudges,
And thawed my frozen heart.

You gave me your shoulder to hang on,
Your hand to wipe my tears,
Your smile to fodder my happiness,
And your softness to mellow my thoughts.

You and I are the strings on the racket, 
Criss-crossing each other's paths,
With a seemless frame and a steady grip,
We are a perfect match.

And with my chin on your shoulders,
And your chin on mine,
Our friendship shall last forever,
The way a diamond never loses its shine...

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This is a poem I wrote for my best friend Anika.... It's about how I never quite realized that she was always there for me when I needed her and I never bothered to notice that. This poem is a tribute to her shining personality and selfless attitude. 
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To the three parts of me:

Dear Tweety,
When I am alone, you are my shadow,
when I need a hug, you are my teddy bear,
when I am cold, you are my blanket,
when I need a friend, you are always yourself....
Know that if you ever feel unwanted, you'll be Nemo, and I'll be that crazy clown fish who will tear down this world to find you, and give you a warm hug. :)
But you dare feel unwanted! -_-

Dear Div,
All these years, calling you Div, even saying Divya sounds weird!
A stranger would stab me in the front, a friend would stab me in the back, a loved one would stab my heart, but we would be poking each other with forks... 
You are crazy and extremely stupid... And so am I... Maybe that's why we get along together... You are like a sister to me... An elder sister... I grew up on you after all! Thank you for all those years together and for not giving up on me. Thank you for making me laugh even when I didn't want to smile. I WUV YOU SO MUCH DIV!  ;*

Dear Wazzy,
Can't remember the last time we hugged. There's a million miles between us, we barely talk and we barely ever see each other and I still call you my bestie cuz distance can't make a difference if time could not! You are my best friend, a human diary and and a big part of who I am... Thanks for making me fall in love with Harry Potter! I love you so much! Can't wait to meet you in USA! ;)

LUV,
ME...
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Streetlights; A story inspired by cold.

The moon wasn't quite neatly out yet but with a thick woollen scarf, hand loomed lace sweater, a pair of boots and itchy gloves, I was. Strutting down the lane that went past my house I breathe out puffs of smoke like I was a live volcano about to explode. Mother always told me to protect myself from the cold, I wondered why? Not like I would get abducted if I got too exposed but rather I'd catch a cold and get extra care at home! But as always, mother knows best.
 It wasn't windy, it wasn't snowing but it was still so cold like snow and wind spawned a mighty wrath upon all sons and daughters of Adam and Eve. "Hail 'o' mighty wrath for you shall not be matched". As I walked under the streetlights, I felt warm never more homely than I could muffle out here in the wild.
Under the widespread light of the streetlights, I could see the little dew, or 'to be dew' drops sinking earthwards from the high heavens. They were like wee little seeds of happiness, love, empathy and heartfelt forgiveness that were showered upon this cursed land like drizzle.
A small sapling growing out of the mud caught my eye. I collapsed onto the ground to take a closer look. The sapling had two leaves sticking out either sides. Staring at the sapling, I was distracted by a small dew drop that drooled itself down one leaf. It's watery remains dazzled like glitter on the leaf. The other leaf was quite dry.
 I blew a puff of smoke out again. This time it was so dense that I completely lost visual on the sapling. As the smoke cleared out again, I bedazzled myself back onto gazing at the sapling. There was a sudden dissatisfaction. There seemed to be a certain change in the looks of the plant. It seemed like a second ago the watery leaf was on the right while the dry was on the left! I rubbed my eyes and looked closer. I'm sure I saw it right! I stood up, looked left, looked right, looked down upon the little newborn and looked straight down the remaining lane. It seemed rather more lit up compared to the last time I saw it. The math says that daybreak was near. Really, how long did I spend gazing at that sapling? Besides, I don't feel drowsy one bit! Can't betroth the fact that I am still upright without sleeping at night. I start walking back home, thinking that mother would be raging in fumes. Father is probably worried sick, and equally mad at me for not coming back on time. I experience a queer unwillingness to go home but some things are to be respected regardless of one's will. My heart beats faster with every step that I put forward.
 I'm here. I undo the latch on my front gate and walk in. Self talk creeps my spine. I knock on the door. Not once but twice in a row, as if I was eager to get in. No, I wasn't. Nobody answers the door. I knock harder, this time eager to get in, and also more curious to why the knock wasn't answered earlier. No answer still. I grab the door knob and twist it, I push at the door to open it wide. I thought to myself that the door wouldn't open because it would be locked from inside, but to my greatest surprise, the door defied the safety laws and stripped itself to give way to inside the house. I was astounded! Why on earth is this open? I call out to my parents as I dash inside to rest this anxiety. They don't answer. They don't answer. I run upstairs, my eyes raining, my voice aching, my heart seizing. "Mamma, Papa!", I call. What is wrong with them? Answer me! ANSWER ME!!
My heart stops. I stop. For a moment I feel thoughtless. Hopeless. Insecure. My mind is filled with illness. My thoughts are sore. I am angry, I am depressed, I am curious, I am scared. I am a bag of mixed emotions. Shivers run down my spine. My teeth slam each other and clatter. I growl out cries. My eyes look everywhere. They are wet and they are swollen. My fingers are cold and my face is pale. My head feels like a million ton rock. I am not thinking anything. My mind is free of in-comprehensive gibberish. My body feels light but my heart is heavy. Every tear that drips down the side of my pink cheeks carries a thought away from my mind. I collapse. I watch the ceiling fade as my eyes close like one closes the shutters of a window. And then, everything is quiet, everything is peaceful, everything is black.
The streetlight flickers. I blink twice. There are flies around the bulb. The flies swarm around their bulb like children swarm around for candies. I sit up. It's nearly day. I can see the twilight peeking out from behind the screeching skyscrapers. A hand shoots out at my face. "Lost, are we?", says a shadowy figure to me. The darkness slowly clears out  and the face starts clearing in. "Jolene!", I say out of joy. "You are an unpredictable lady! Did you realise you were sleeping on the ground? Clearly, hiding behind a streetlight can't help you not get caught but I guess you are a miracle! We took all night to find you, find you sleeping by a streetlight. Somebody found this game boring! Come on, let's get back to the camp!", says Jolene. She helps me up and I get on my strong twos and walk the way with pride of an event that I had no idea of. And then I think of home. And then the dream. Fear creeps in again. I get to the camp and call home pronto. The call is answered. "Hello?", I say, with fear and curiosity and anxiety.
"Hello dear! How is camp??"

Stranded

The gushing sound of the water that keeps thrusting back onto the shore for kisses wakes me up to scorching sunlight. Heat promises not to back down, no matter what, it shall continue charring the pelt of every mortal of Eve. The sound of rustling leaves is ever so rejuvenating! This environment with pleasant chirping of birds is the apt moment to take a good nap but ironically, that is what woke me up. The earth felt grainy and drier than ever and the taste in my mouth didn’t ally with my tongue. I sat up and looked around like a child looks for their mother. My eyes scrolled the scene, scanning every bit. It was too bright at first but the light cleared off my eyes as the scrolling continued.

Blue, Golden, and that’s it. Those were the prominent colors of the beach. “What am I doing here?” I asked myself. One palm backwards to keep my balance and a backstory flashed. A piece of metal engraved my palm into a bloody trickle. I glanced from the corner of my eye to as far as I could see from that edge behind me and all I saw was pieces and other pieces. I was wondering of what?

It was a shipwreck. Yes it was bad. How that navigator lost his direct on the metal beast that thrust itself on that blue glade of freshness. I was looking out of my cabin window. I could see the ocean wither away under the might of that beast and how the sky unleashes its fury on one hard hit. “Thud!” goes the ship and with it I fall. The women and children scream in distress. How gravity was pulling us closer towards its love and we didn’t want to get close. A cruise ship so mighty, that one blow can take the life of millions. We create it and it deceives us? Cruel and cold hearts are not rare. I get on to a life boat when this man comes to save my life in his blue puffed jacket and thick metal head. How I was glad that my parents were not on board! I was on a trip with my friends actually. I got on to a safety boat and the man rows us away from the tragic site. I see many, many people screaming to us to save them but with remorse we row on for if we go back, we shall ne’er return. There was a hole in the boat that let us back to the water. We were swimming. I guess- I guess I was indeed the only one to get across. God bless that man. God bless all those departed souls!
The heat doesn’t back out. I somehow carry my weight up into an attention posture. My hands feel heavy and my eyes can’t decide when to coincide those two images that float in front of me. My legs are shaking and I feel weak like I haven’t eaten in a year. I collapse back onto the sand and snooze off into another slumber.
My eyes open to a starry sky, starrier than ever before. I sit up and look around. I feel better than before but I still feel slightly uneasy. I hear a growl and I momentarily freeze. I hear it again and again like it is getting closer and louder. All my ears can comprehend are those growling noises. It feels like it is coming from the inside of me. Yes, it’s my tummy. I am extremely hungry. I look around for food. The broken ship did send me favors. There was an entire crate of wonderful delicacies that I have never eaten before!!! There were carrots and cabbages and beetroots and seaweed and zucchinis and seaweed. I dive into the treasure chest and stuff as much of the food I can into my gob. It is also seasoned with golden sand.
It is dark and I can’t see much into the distance. It is vague but I can see movement. Far in the distance I can see a shadowy figure moving closer. It looks like a human but I can’t say. It looks like an animal but I can’t say. But it is surely moving and it is moving wild. I am scared but at the same time I am anxious to know what it is. I am not in the state of thinking, let alone running. If that thing can run, then it can also think, and that means it can help me get off this isle. But that is only if it is a human.
As the figure gets closer, my hopes start to dim. It looks like an animal or to be specific a kind of cat. It is on all fours and has a large mane. I turn around and pick up my pace before it gets any closer. It is better I get away rather than wait and let it engulf me into its bloody choir.
I am running and I can’t believe that I am not falling face front. But my legs are shaking and I am trying to hold still and keep my buoyancy. Fear drives one crazy regardless of ones skills. Back at home I am an athlete and here I am merely a coward who is trying to get away with her life. I am exhausted but like the sun I am not backing down. I soon confront tall trees. It is a forest. I am scared but I have to stay alive so I go into it. I run past shrubs and trees and bushes and probably tons of other animals that I may not have noticed but I run. I glance back to see if that figure was following me. I start slowing down when I realize it no longer was. What was that? It was best that I didn’t wait to find out. It gets darker as the forest canopy savors the entire moon light that touches it. I walk into fear. Every step increases my heart rate.
Is that light? It looked like a torch or a fireplace. Curiosity and hope each held one hand of mine and hauled me towards the light. As I got closer, I could hear something musical or rather more rhythmic. Like an entire civilization settled here. I was not wrong actually. It looked like a tribe. I peeped over the sly bushes and to my amazements, I saw civilians. I was so exultant! My joy knew no bounds. I was pleased to see organisms of the same species as me. I move into the raucous and everybody stops their celebrations. All eyes are on me. They all have civil clothes on. Some have leaf patches on their arms. The women look overdressed. Their hair filled with accessories. The staring continues.
A little kid runs over to me and holds my hand. She looks me in the eye. I can feel her tiny fingers intertwining with mine. A man comes towards me. “Where are you from?” and to my utmost surprise, they speak English!
They make me feel home and invite me to supper. They told me that they all got here on wrecks. They came in batches. I was the first survivor who came alone. They asked me how I survived. It felt nice to be among people of your own kind. I soon fell asleep.
Grrrrrr. My eyes patted open half way. I saw a shadowy figure prowling in the sight. The leaky saliva drenches my face into a slobbery mess. I am really tired so I close my half opened eyes. And that was followed by a gory roar that sent a shiver down my spine and I opened my eyes wide ad it pounds onto my body with all fours and……
I wake up. Thank the holy heavens that it was merely a dream. I was up just at daybreak. My tummy growls. I eat my fill at breakfast.
I still wonder what the shadowy figure was. Well its best I never know. The men of the tribe arm themselves with resources and weapons. I ask them where they are headed to. They say that they are going to find a way out of the island. I offered my intelligence but they refused. They said I was too young. The men move on. I take the other part out of civilization and go out to explore. I keep walking until I am faced with a big black rock. Or was it a rock? It was the hull of a ship. I was surprised that the civilians hadn’t bothered to explore this. I go back to civilization and tell them about what I found.
“Child! How did you get back?”
“What do you mean?”
“What did you see? Did you see the big black-“
“Ship?”
“No my dear. The beast.”
“What beast?”
“The beast. The one animal that has kept us watch all night. That devil that savored so many of our family members. The beast guards the ship. How did you get past it?”
“There was no beast.”
Three men run outside the forest towards the clearing. “It has come true!”
“What has come true?” I asked.
“The prophecy. When the moon and sun betroth in the sky, the beast shall find its Achilles’ heel, the beast shall go in drunken slumber and shall set its prisoners free.”
“I- I don’t quite understand”
“Look at the sky my dear! Look at the sun and look at the moon. The sun and moon have come out today, together. They have been to their betrothal. The beast has gone into hibernation due to the might of the sunlight and moonlight uniting! We will have to escape now. We have to leave before twilight falls. This is our chance. Hurry now all civilians. Take all that is dear to you. Let us go back to civilization. The heavens are smiling upon us.”
And with those mighty words, every man, woman and child, grab their belongings and run toward the ship. The ship surprisingly, is in really good condition with slight mending here and there. The entire mass of civilians thrust their efforts onto hauling the-three-quarter-submerged-ship back into complete submersion into the sea. It took us a while but we made it. We all boarded the ship and sailed away.
3 months later, we see land. Everybody jumps and screams with joy! We drop anchor as we pull close. Police forces send us speed boats and take us back to land. We smell like rotten food and dead animals. I was so glad that we got back. I was soon returned to my parents as I learnt that they sent an entire team of search forces to find my location. I was surrounded by news reporters and they asked me a lot of questions. My eyes started watering to the memory of my friends’ deaths. There was a funeral conducted and I was invited. We moaned the loss of many innocent lives. “Amen!” says the whole crowd.
I was just glad that I survived with little or no resources. It took me a while to regain my immunity but I was well soon. I resumed my activities with full energy. All was well.
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This is a story that I wrote as an article for my school newspaper. Please leave a comment/ suggestion if you like it!
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Fairyland...

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This is a sonnet that I wrote in school and I wanted to bring in a little Shakespearean touch to it, so I did. And to make it easier, I have a glossary too!
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Far away from where you live,
Thou live amongst the green,
Thou live among the strong trees,
Thou live among the frees,
Place barriers between the strong and weak,
Shower confidence to the meek,
Paint animals for fairy steps,
Oh my dear! No time to prep,
Knit a style and dress 'em up,
Clean the tables, Potion in a cup,
Keep her smiling never frown,
For then the world'll have to stand down,
Her wrath shall tear it piece by piece,
Then shall no longer supremacy belong to peace.

Glossary
Style- Fairy party dress
Paint animals- Dress animals
Steps- Dances
Thou- 'I' in Shakespeare English
Frees- Poetic plural for free animals
Potion- Fragrant filled and aromatic tea
It(line 13)- Universe
Her(line 13)- Fairy Queen

Myths & Legends

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This is a poem I wrote on my opinion on myths and a legends! I have used symbolism for which I have also taken the honour of making a glossary!
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Fairies and magic,

Witches and Tragic,

Wands that help light the dark.

Gods and Goddesses,

Percius and Zeus,

Katniss and Peeta Mellark.

Unicorns and Centaurs,

Minotaurs and Trolls,

Myths and legends,

In documents and scrolls,

Pictures and carvings of those of them,

Who left a mark in history,

Travellers and merchants, rich and poor,

Crave to unlock their mystery.

Legends they are those who succeed,

In missions or pursuits unfathomable,

Those are legends who awe the world,

And never leave their story untold!

They are those men,

Those women,

Whose pictures that they art,

Stories fill the pages of those legends that we dart.

Thoughts and dreams,

Oreo with extra cream,

Imagination has no bounds.

Unicorns in rainbowland,

Pots of gold, treasures,

And treasures in mounds.

Zeus and Hera,

Gods of Greece,

Buried Pharaoh comes back to life,

Rustic myths blow,

Imagination sowed,

Redundant beliefs bark.

Myths are those who tell only,

What another believes,

What another thinks they saw,

That what gives them relief.

Myths are those that may,

Never have existed,

But people without hope believe,

Believe, believe what has been told.

Kings are said to have seen god,

And the proof is nil,

Priests are said to have met god,

And the proof is nil.

Myths and legends are intertwined,

Like, They are woven together like a cloth,

With these we have come a really long way,

Nevertheless I have to say... 

Myths are just another ways,

Of wasting your time,

To believe in things,

That was meant to be a mime.

Legends are worth it,

Worth all your time,

For it teaches you about determination,

Doesn't boast about one's cloud 9!

Glossary

Rainbowland - Unicorns' habitat

Mime - A bedtime story

Katniss and Peeta Mellark - Legends from Hunger Games

Dart - Look to

Happy Birthday Wazzy!

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This poem was written by me and Divya for our Best Friend, Pratya, for her birthday!
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If you are reading this because you think you are a demigod, Close this book right now.  Believe whatever lie your mom or dad told you about your birth, and try to lead a normal life.  
Once upon a time, a lady came to a school with the WORST FOOD EVER!
She met two others, who hated her, but soon began to grow fond,
She never thought it would ever happen, a spark,
An eternal bond.
If they had seen it earlier, a year of war would’ve never been,
But now the time is lost and will never come back,
We are sorry, from deep within.
But now you are here, after 6 years,
Standing in front of us,
You’ve been a shoulder, a blanket, a diary,
And now we’re here for you.
We stand there blank, staring into your eyes,
Not knowing what to do,
Do we run, cry, laugh or be angry?
Nobody knows, but we don’t care.
You’ve left us here, stranded, for a year,
And now you’re coming back?
RONALD WEASLEY YOU COME BACK AFTER WEEKS! AND YOU SAY HEY? 
If only you could see,
The regret in our eyes,
Knowing that we had let,
A precious year go by.
Do you even care about us?
Do you?
Do you ever feel, like a plastic bag?
Drifting through the wind?
Wanting to start again?
Now all regrets are pushed aside,
We can see the sparkle in your eyes!
I know that we were meant to break but
I DON’T MI-IND
The spark that we had feared was gone,
The spark that we had feared was taken into someone else’s fire,
The spark that we were sure would never come home,
Is now a Raging Fire.
You’ve come home from a long exile,
You’ve gone across both land and sea,
You’re coming home,
You’re coming home,
Tell the world that,
You’re coming home.
LET THE RAAIN WAASH AWAY
ALL THE PAAINS OF YESTERDAY
But anyways, now that we’re here,
Nice to meet you, where you been?
I could show you incredible things
So listen, you may not care,
You may not want to be here,
But we just want to say,
HAPPY 13^th BIRTHDAY!!!!

(I would have to admit that Divya did 60% and I did 40%)

One Last Chance

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"Do you ever feel like a plastic bag, Drifting through the wind, Wanting to start again?" Adolescent problems, Picky parents, A lot of teens had to go through this!

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Chances are about us,

How we perceive it,

What we make it,

And what it makes us.

Chances rely on trust,

Trust breaks, chances fly,

Fly so far that,

SORRY makes sense no more!

People say life is all about chances,

They say chances make us who we are,

I am really afraid, if we give chances so much authority,

Won’t it over power us?

Every creature gets one chance,

One chance to prove themselves,

To show the world what they are made of,

To reveal their true self.

Some do it,

Some don’t,

The ones who do it are revered,

The ones who don’t………

They are the ones who root for justice,

The ones who now truly know themselves,

The ones whose sorry is worthless to us,

The ones who want one last chance.

Mom and dad trust me,

I know I have lied a lot,

For once I know what’s truly wrong,

Don’t abandon me here to rot.

Don’t tell me that I don’t exist,

That I am loved no more,

Don’t tell me I am worthless,

Don’t make my kindness sore.

Don’t tell me I am a bully,

That I don’t have a bright future anymore,

Just give me One. Last. Chance.

Just ONE.

Don’t cut me off already,

I am not worth all of that,

Don’t tell me I am weak,

I am a lot more than that,

Don’t tell me I am useless,

That I have no life to live,

I am telling you, Just one last chance,

And you will see the change in me.

Is it that hard to forgive?

To accept a mere sorry?

Does it not hurt you,

When you yell at me?

Do you never tear

When I cry?

Does it make a difference

If I live or I die?

If I chose to live

Will you love me like before?

Will you hug me like a teddy bear?

Will you hate me no more?

I am SORRY for all the trouble,

That came along with this heartfelt forgiveness,

I am obliged that you have accepted for the last time,

This Humble apology from me.

I love you mom and dad,

I always did,

No matter how you treated me,

My heart always ached for you.

I know you were not wrong

But did you ever

Ever look at life through my eyes

Felt how my heart ached?

No matter what you did

Or how you looked at me

I will always love you for who you are

For that one last chance

That one last chance made me choose life

Over something that takes away what you gave

You gave me life

You gave me my One Last Chance.

Happy Birthday Div!

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This is a poem that I wrote for my best friend Divya’s Birthday! I am happy that she liked it! She also has a blog! Check it out at: www.divyarwrites.blogspot.com

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Hey how ya’ doin’ today,

The sun is shining high and clear,

The birds are chirping tweeting sounds,

Three colors fly proud up in the air.

I yawn as usual in the morning,

Least bothered about what day it is,

I open my eyes and see no one has woken and,

Go back to slumber again.

My mom says, “Wake up!

Rise and shine morning has come!”

I say, “Mom it’s a Saturday,

Show some love!”

My brother comes barging in,

“Do you know what day it is??”

I open my eyes and for once

“I know! its Divya’s birthday!”

“No you idiot it’s that day,

The day our flag was flung,

The day those wicked Brits gave up,

Independence day has begun!”

I don’t care about independence,

I wasn’t there to see it anyway!

What I am bothered about right now is,

“It is her birthday… what should I say?”

Something in me pricks,

My butt to run to the washroom,

I pick it up and make my way,

Brush my teeth and start today.

Drink my milk, wish happy Independence Day,

Mom gives me a choice of studying or to go down to play but

I make my bed and help at home,

Cuz’ “Ferb I know what we are gonna do today!”

You are made of kindness;
love from a heart of gold,
your touch is angelic,
from the depths of your soul.

You make a real difference,
with mere mortals flawed and blue,
asking age-old questions,
oh c’mon what else can I do?

It’s too early to get to the point

And since it is today

I guess it is time to say stuff

That I had been holding in within me

I'm not sure when it happened,
but I’m very glad it did,
you just came into my life,
and eased the pain I hid.

The more you got to know me,
the greater I knew myself,
for that I’ve been enriched,
by much more than mere wealth.

You and I are different,
yet the same in many ways,
we both have tender hearts,
that beat in tune every day.

I'll always be there for you,
forever and to the end.
We're each other's backbone,
the very best of friends.

You are more than special;
you are the "me" I aspire to,
my anchor in a sea of change,
my wings under skies of blue. 

At last my life is full,
just because you're in it,
filling me with waves of love,
absolute and infinite. 

Once we lived perpendicular lives,
with parallel hopes and dreams,
crossing your path was a blessing,
now my path is as it should be.

Frenemy or whatever,

I know ur trying to play it cool,

Trust me I know ya’,

After all I am not such a fool!

I can’t imagine a life without,

Breathless moments with you at my side,

For all that I knew,

I grew up on you.

So hey sis’,

How’s life?

R u throwin’ a party?

Or u just bored of it?

It feels great you know,

Now that I have let all of that out of me,

I feel lighter than before,

I am now a brighter me.

I had so many things planned for you,

But I know I can’t establish them all,

But the best I could do,

Was write you this song!

Percy says, "Riptide!"

Leo says, "Hey"

Annabeth says, "It is your birthday!"

I say, "Hurray!"

Harry says, “Expecto Patronum”

Ron says, “Chess”

Hedwig *flaps around the house*

Hermione-“Hedwig don’t make a mess”

Last but not the least,

I wouldn’t be that cheap ya’ know,

I won’t wish you a happy birthday,

But I will a fabulous one!

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Writing has been my passion for as long as I can remember and it has always been the best way to express myself.

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