From that teeny little 4th grader who learnt to beatbox and whistle on songs
To the one who used to be so happy when with her tiny keyboard she performed
To the one who learnt the guitar, fingers bleeding in pain
At the end of the day
This was all for that tiny little girl
Who just wanted to show other people the new song she learnt on the guitar that was so much bigger than her
To that 6th grader who'd sit on the tables of her class playing random songs with her classmates cheering her along
We've come a far way since
Might have lost touch and gotten worse
But the point was to enjoy the all the way along right?
Category: Poem
June
June.
The month with the strawberry moon
Quite an exciting and exhausting month this time iād say
From starting the month by solving sudokus to ending it by building blocks
I guess all the races i watched were the only constant
Spent all of it by continuously knitting a scarf with my plans
for when i reached the end of exams
that life just kept unravellingā¦..
Just for me to realise i am sort of free now arenāt i?
I can infact stay up until 4am to read
And so i did
I donāt have to study all day
I donāt have to plan which chapter iām going to study what topics to finish right down to the minute!
It just sounds exhilarating right?
Right to when the exams get over and i realise that there are so many things that iām out of touch with
Trying to reconnect but i canāt
Before everything was planned
Now it isnātā¦
Sounds free right?
But is it though??????
Terrifying to say the least
My future is in my hands completely but iām free right?
Or am i really�?
The transition from school to college hasnāt happened yet
Iām done with school but college hasnāt started
What am i now?
Where am i now?
This time in between confuses and confounds me
Where does one end and where does the next start
June, this june
One ended with me getting my marksheet officially for school to end
And acceptances from different colleges for the next month
May marking the end
July marking the start
But iām stuck in june or atleast i wasā¦
Everybody moved on but im still in june
Terrifying to say the least
I want to leave june yet somehow stay here tooā¦

Anyways that was my June wrapped up š how was yours?
Check out some of the pictorial highlights here
How was your june?

The Beauty in Science
See, what amazes me is being a science nerd and a poet
I know how stars work, yet somehow I’d rather they blink at each other in love than listen to the science
I’d rather rainbows be a pretty bridge with a pot of gold at the end than just refraction of light
I’d rather believe in the pretty purple potassium permanganate color than know it is ligand-to-metal charge transfer
But at the same time, the beauty of science is marveling because
I’d rather know the brain controls emotions than blame it on my inbuilt blood purifier
I want to know the way atoms build and create the universe, but not the theories they disproved
I want to know how light works, how it bends,
and I want to know which colors exist and how they work
And I want to know the Aurora Borealis, the physics behind it, rather than it be a magical colorful wonder.
I want to understand architecture, the beautiful bridges and buildings, how they were built, how they remain standing, instead of admiring the carvings
I want to know which metal knives and tools they used to do the carving, which metals sustained, instead of just staring at the carving
Maybe, just maybe, it isn’t about believing in science or literature.
Maybe it is both…
Life is both, isn’t it?
Those who dream invent
Those who believe create beauty and knowledge
Science and art go hand in hand, don’t they…..?


A bunch of things left unsaid
You canāt patch up a cloth over a hundred times
It wont retain its style
You could say it feels more homely know after one or two times
Worn in and comfortable
Just like home
But darling you can only patch it a few times
In the end it becomes a rag
Used and torn apart
Redundant to say the least
Utterly destroyed by those mordacious clashes
I know that only love can hurt like this
And you know it too
So whyād you have to hit me where it hurts the most
Because thereās a limit to how much you can fix
And even you with your smarts and intelligence quirks you teased me about
Canāt fix it all
And change it back to the way it was
Thereās no magic for us
Just reality
That now we are apart
And youāre happy now
Because youāre free
Free from meā¦..

There is an specific amount of times you can salvage a friendship, try to fit in or be pushy about it, but then you just reach an extent and then there comes jealousy. The jealousy which quite wisely put never has an expiration date, but one day you grow out of it just unexpectedly out of the blue you forget that a person exists and you move on and the joy that comes with it is the best.
There are no words to describe it you just stop caring kill off the character in your story and move on to a new chapter with different people different scenes and lesser but more valuable characters. In the end so many things are best left unsaid..
This past year had sooo many ups and downs and honestly there is so much I can say but then again itās special yet not and some secrets are best when there is a mystery.
In the end both sides feel relieved when we loose someone because itās for the best.
Anyyywayssss Iām backkk
Boards are over and Iām elated Iāll try to post more often now :)))

To define is to limit
Um hi?
I’m alive hehe….
Tenth is hardš
So I wrote this poem long back questioning everything inspired from Oscar Wilde’s quote ‘To define is to limit’.

Who am I? To define is to limit. To define me on my religion, Or from the state I belong, Or maybe to define me on my looks, My hair colour. Or perhaps the colour of my eye, And yet so from the area from where I use my wifi. From my country, Or from the colour of my skin, From my age, Or to define me on the basis of my brain. Whether I am a fool or a sage, To define me as a human is yet again to limit. Maybe thatās limiting us all, What if we are not one at all? What if we are different? What if defining a person, As a person is not at all free but yet again to limit? Calling them by their names is to limit, Like Anne said; She was an Anne and a Cordelia, And maybe we all have a Cordelia we just need to find. But then again, We define. And, We limit. We limit greatness, And we limit, Creativity, Freedom, Happiness, And at the end, We limit, Life.

So like this poem was more of a rant on how we all are limited and just caged.
I mean even the free birds don’t have freedom….
At the end of the day they are caged
To the sky~

Friends
Helloooo
*whispers and quickly hides so that people won’t scream at her for not being active then realises that she has been so inactive now that nobody misses her or minds*
SOooooooooooooo, how are you all?
What’s up?
I have been resurrected again and this time I will be posting I have posts planned back to back now
I, uhh wrote this poem last year and I’m not even friends with more than half of these people anymore and I made way better friends I need to write on but hey I’m not letting my creativity go to waste just cause we all are not friends anymore I mean that’s a total waste of it and I am a VERY lazy personš……
Just a heads up, it’s long
LIKE VERY LONG!
Gems, precious stones, Pearls and diamond rings, Books and books and books, Money, fame and power, Donāt mean anything, Till you can share them, With those who tell you the terrible truth, Than the kind lies, Ones who stand up for you, Even when you are wrong, Only to scold you later, They break you, So you can come back stronger, They hurt you, They protect you, Some backstabbers, And some more loyal than dogs, The world is full of them, Full of special people, Known as friends! I have some very special, Fun and eccentric friends, Each unique in their own way! They are so unique, It could take days, maybe even years, to describe them, Yet they have simple grounded personalities, Always content with life, We all have friends like them, Complicated yet so simpleā¦. Here is an ode to them, To the ones who keep all of us sane, Even in the hardest of times, A special thanks and an ode to each and every one of them! This one for that friend, Who obsesses on fictional men with you, A whizz with words, And sings like a songbird! Can annoy the hell out of you, And can cheer you up, When youāre feeling blue! This one for the one whoās mega crazy, And super vexatious, But always there, Even though when we donāt want him to be, I know you are gonna google the meaning of vexatious, Iāll save you the time, It means annoying, Just like you, But at the end of the day youāre worth the time! This one for that nerdy friend, The one who solves all the doubts, No matter how stupid, No matter how long, Explaining the postulates of Euclid, Seriously, you're very bright! This one for that one friend, Whom you can irritate, At 11 in the night, That one friend, Who is always your partner in crime, Who stays up late with you Wearing out each other, Trying to and miserably failing to solve the same questions, With those stupid answers we come up with, No offense, but you and I both stink at those HOTS, Coming up with nonsensical answers, Offering each other desperate suggestions. This one for that fangirl friend, Always popping up in your inbox with one random fact or another, The one who is paranoid about the news, Even when it doesnāt affect her, The one who is a true believer of God, Always anxious and keeps on overthinking, Yet you canāt stop loving her. This one for my friend, Who shares the love of books with me, And of poetry, Yet is never online. This one for that friend, Who is super nice, And has a knack for solving all fights! An ode to that tiny sarcastic friend that we all have, The one who is great at sports, We met through sports, We connected because of it, A nimble and skilled skater, Who I know will always be there, Even when I kill someone, Sheāll be there, And will help me clean up the mess! Grateful for my two inseparable friends, One a graceful dancer, And the other, a handwriting queen! This one for that monitor friend, Always writing names, Adding black stars, I admire your patience, And feel sorry for the hate you got when you exceeded your limitations! That one friend who annoys you, Who challenges you, And brings out the best in you, Who cheers you up, When all hope is lost, Who explains you the syllabus a day before the exam, And never for a moment, Minds doing soā¦.. This one for the friend, Whom I can rant on to for ages, And yet never does he mind a bit, Honestly his actions can be a little lit, Who is the master critique, His muffin headedness makes him unique, A splendid orator, And a master joke creator! This one for that sweet and caring friend, An extrovert by heart, Is always ready to talk, And is secretly smart, A devoted guitarist, This one friend, Whoās always saying āHiā, Is special, Even though he does not know why! This one is an ode to that friend, Who is the bad boy of the class, But in reality is actually pretty sweet, The one who messages me, There is a chipkali behind you, Who enjoys my freaking reaction, Before I check that my video is off and he is bluffing, And then I realise he was trying to cheer a depressed person up, Because we arenāt even in the same class anymore.. And thatās when the reality hits, Even though we are all separated, We will always be together, Inseparable like Calvin and Hobbes, Whatever we do it will always be together, Friends are special and important, Despite my love of books, I need my friends even more than them, Because they are better, Yes we may fight, And sometimes friends leave Unlike books, And even though most of them arenāt civilised, To me my friends are still prized.

So yeah the last stanza most of it is super incorrect now, and I’ve stopped caring about it, but meh, life’s gonna throw rocks at you, most of the people will either get hit by it or stay back in fear whereas I will either dodge it or break it because idk, that’s me?
I’m thinking of adding a part 2 of this for my friends who do actually deserve poems written on them because of how awesome they are and supportive (seriously guys you all are OP and I will write a poem on you an even longer and better one)!
Anyways I really should’ve posted this last year but yeah I’m lazy VERY LAZY, that reminds me I’m late for going and doing nothing and sleeping!
BYEE!!!!!!!!

And I Am Me

I am me, The small gentle little girl who hides behind her hair, And the one who craves the spotlight and lets herself shine, Run and soar in the morning air. I am me, The timid nerd behind her glasses, And the girl who can easily challenge masses. I am me, And I am fire, You can roast me, But I will burn you after you try, From the splinters of your pitiful fire, I will change it into a forest fire, For I am me. I am a star, Not here to be pretty though, I am burning, writhing and raging yet dying, But I will live longer than mankind, For I am a star. And I will be remembered as the star, With people trying to study me and making me a part of their memory and textbooks, A millennium later. For I am me, And not afraid. I am fire, And not afraid to burn the world down to build it again. And I am a star, I exist not to look brighten up someone's night, But to be gazed upon as a powerful, unreachable and invincible body. I am ME....



Girl with pride

Iām the strong fire, I strive in pain, Iām the weak fire, Because like many, I think about my gain. There are ups, Then there are downs, I extinguish, And then I roar, Till I am out of bounds! You canāt control me, Because I have already soared, You can't stop me, You canāt cease me, Or you will be in the way of my sword, And in the end I will be your lord! I am myself, And proud to be it, I am strong and I am weak, Iām a girl with a strong mind, And I wonāt be restrained, I wonāt be left behind, I am a girl with pride!


My Sachem, My Helot

I lost control over my most prized possession,
You were it,
You were my slave,
And I,
Your master,
Your flowed in my veins,
You were the blood,
Thicker than the water of my worldly goods,
Iām lost in your mystical world,
Trapped by all the walls you built around me
And now,
You haunt me,
You tempt me,
You scorn me,
You hurt me,
You control me in your fingers,
Like a switch switched on and off,
Or a puppet in a puppeteer’s hands,
You cajoled me into being confident,
Till you crushed me,
And destroyed me,
Nothing is same anymore,
I lost my authority over you,
I canāt control the words anymore,
My only power in this world,
Gone foreverā¦.

Happy Birthday Papa!
To the one who helped with my first steps, Taught me how to ride a bike, Aided me on my first hike, And sneaked me chocolates when I was grounded! All that junk food in the car, Even when we didn't have to travel too far, All the fun we had, When I was little, And whenever I got mad; Thank you for being there, All my life, Have a happy birthday papa!

Just came outta my hiatus to wish a Happy Birthday to my dad (though obviously it’ll be epic, cause I existš)
Happy Birthday Papa!
(PS Thanks for sneaking all the chocolates during morning practice š )
