One Year Of Blogging(blogiversary)

Hey guys! I am so sorry that my posts have been on and off. I want to say it’s cause I have no time, but it’s probably cause I don’t know what to write about.

Either way…It’s been ONE YEAR since I started my blog!
This could just be a post with stats or something boring but instead…I’m doing what I do best! A poem.

Lost in time

Days slowly begin to vanish
Morning mists burn away.
The pale crescent moon visits,
but doesn’t bother to stay.

Weeks fly away into the wind
Little fragile seedlings
turn into tall thundering trees
through the blissful months of spring.

Months pass by
without looking back even once.
Old things are forgotten
and replaced with new ones.

Soon years and years are gone
Amongst crowds of fond memories
Words are lost astray.
Lost in seconds, lost in minutes,
Lost in time.


The Star Of Bethlehem: A Flower

Hey peeps! Today I am here with a poem and some pictures of the star of Bethlehem also known as the night blooming cereus or the queen of the night.. It has many names and is really a beautiful flower. My grandmother always has flowers growing in her garden and last time we visited her there were 13 flowers of the star of Bethlehem. We were very lucky to see them blooming(they bloom once in their lives and only in the night)
Hope you like the pictures and enjoy reading the poem!

A rosy pink shell
Within a white colorless hue
A gentle yellow center
Drizzled with early morning dew.
Shone like a star
Glowing in the murky sky
Shone like the moon
Staring at us from up high.
A gentle scent of vanilla
Floating into the air
As she opens up at once
Making mouths drop and eyes stare.
Then by morning she wilts
Her petals gently flutter out of sight
But either way, she is and always will be,
the queen of the night.


Paint Me Like I am- Rewriting a poem

A friends mother got me this poetry book…Paint Me Like I am. The poems are beautiful. One of the poems “Paint me like I am” by Delia Garcia says paint me without my sorrow…paint me happy. I am going to rewrite it more like- Don’t paint over my sorrow or paint me happy when I am not.
Even though I love how it turned out…I hesitated to post this…but here we go-

First here is the original poem(it is beautiful)-

Why don’t you paint me
Like I am?
Paint me happy,
Laughing, running down a path of happiness
Paint me with a smile on my face.

Paint me with long wavy black hair
And my rosy cheeks.
Paint me sunflowers, red and white roses.
Paint me with bears, rabbits and baby deer
In my arms, dancing around me.
Paint me somewhere wonderful
Somewhere where there’s sunshine and
A light blue sky
With butterflies floating
Around that lovely sky.

Paint me without my sadness.
Paint me without my sorrow.
Paint me without my tears.
Paint me so my pain won’t show.

Can you see the face telling you paint me happy,
Paint me with life, but most of all
Paint me free.

-Delia Garcia

Now here’s my ver-

Why don’t you paint me
Like I am?
Don’t paint me happy
When I am sad.
Don’t paint me with a smile on my face
When I’m on the verge of tears.

Paint me with my long wavy black hair
And my rosy cheeks.
Paint me with nature surrounding me,
Paint me with colorful flowers.
Paint me somewhere wonderful
Yet somewhere I have been.
Paint the skies as beautiful as you can
but don’t paint them blue
when they are gray.

Don’t paint me without my sadness.
Don’t paint me without my sorrow.
Don’t paint a fake smile on my face
To cover my cold tears.

Instead paint my tears
And paint them pretty.
Paint them with your favorite colors.

Paint me like I am,
Paint me with life,
Paint me with color,
But most of all
Paint me free.


Poems, Random

The Waters Of An Ocean

Hey! Long time no post! I have a short poem here….and I hope all of you like it! Sorry I haven’t posted in sooo long…but I will be back to regular posting soon.

I want to be the waters of an ocean,
Waters that are always allowed to roam free.
Waters whose tides are always balanced,
Balanced between wrath and glee.
Waters that have secrets hidden down below,
Secrets concealed under gentle flows.
Waters that sit under the crispy summer sky,
Dancing pretty colors, dancing blue, dancing white.
Waters to which no rules can bind.
But most of all waters who hold creatures,
Waters who give life.

Janu the dog, Janu's Haikus, Poems, Random

Janu’s afternoon in haikus

Hey! I don’t have a good reason for my posts being here and there and sometimes non existent but yeah. I post when I write and I guess I haven’t been writing too often lately cause I am out of ideas. Do give me ideas or prompts in the comments if you have any.
And without further ado- Janu’s afternoon in haikus(from her perspective)
If you haven’t read the other posts of Janu’s haikus-
Janu writes haikus
Janu’s morning haikus.

I swear I will bite,
Stop petting me you human,
I’m trying to sleep.

She won’t go away,
She won’t stop kissing my head,

Thank god she is gone,
But my belly is itching.
Ugh. Where did she go!

Please? Please come back here,
I want belly rubs right now!
Why won’t she listen.

Wait what’s that I hear,
Is that sound a pidgeon?
Shoo! Dirty rascal!

Hmm maybe if I
carefully sneak up on it,
I could catch it quick.

Must use my cat skills,
And stalk it without a noise,
Shit! It flew away.

Who is that barking,
I can hear them loud and clear,
Must bark back at them.

It sounds like Imli Rani,
She is my bestie, I’m hers.
Must stare at her now.

I really need to pee.
Where is that stinky human?
She must take me down.

I will whine and whine,
Until she takes me outside.
Fine, I’ll hold it in.

Do I smell a treat?
Let’s go investigate this.
“Sit.” says the human.

“I am sitting down,”
“Now just give me the damn treat.”
I mutter, hungrily.

She gives me the treat.
I take it in, to my bed,
Then I munch in peace.

I am sleepy now,
I will take a quick, short nap.
First get comfortable.

Hm. Yawn, good morning.
Short nap became kind of long.
Slept for three hours straight.


Fade Away

Heya people. So um I was just sittin’ about when I realized I haven’t posted in a while. And my exams are over, yes, still I don’t seem to get time. I was thinking of how I was kinda “fading away” from the blogsphere and I opened the laptop to write. And here is what came from my idea. A girl fading away from the world and leaving life. She is dying but at the same time it has a peaceful ring to it and a calmness with a kind of freedom.

As the wind blows cold through my hair,
I can feel myself fading away.
As the wind dances and as love floats in the air,
My mouth closes shut with nothing to say.
Those words that always spurt out,
That always come flowing non stop.
Words of gibberish, words of the world,
Words of love and words of hate.
But now not a single word remains.
The world like a hollow of a tree,
Like an empty, rough and stained plate.
As a summer breeze blows warm yet cool,
I feel myself grow dimmer till I’m gone.
Not only words vanish but thoughts perish too.
They burn till crisps as if they were in a merciless flame.
My mind in a state of flurry, of anxiousness and fear,
A striking pain thrust in my heart,
The deep waters a gentle blur,
The sky a mix of nothing, only a blue haze.
As my fate grows clearer, as my hopes fall ablaze,
As my loved ones scream and cry,
As they refuse to take in the truth in horrible groans,
I disappear from the world.
Some might say- “Die with a smile.”
But on my face my lips lay closed shut
My face ice cold, expressionless.
In my eyes two tiny tears sit cursed and vile,
For with the pain, how must I smile?
I fade away leaving no trace.
I circle away from life and it’s worries.
Leaving behind things I hate and things I love.
I fade out of one world and into another.


A choking earth

Hello! I had given in three haikus for Gelina’s haiku contest cause why not! The results came today and I was…second! Congrats to everyone else- since there were so many people with AMAZING haikus I am not gonna take particular names right now! I really loved the contest idea and it not only was fun but I am sure created slight awareness or at least made the people writing think about how bad a situation global warming and climate change is at. Either way- my haikus came out pretty well so here they are-
And honestly the intro is longer than the rest of the post-

Engines running smooth
Smoke fluttering to the sky
Making our Earth cough.

Crisp heat licking Earth
As rain patterns switch and change
The climate askew.

Rivers flowing dry
As droughts grow long, mean and fierce
Earth sick and coughing.



Hey this is a last minute poem and I know I could have done better on it…but I literally have exams so erm lotsa studying going on. Not much time to post- and not too many ideas. Either way between these 2-3 weeks of exams I might post once or twice but probably not so yeah-

A lump in the throat,
As a sharp pencil scribbles down the notes,
A nervousness wandering in the belly,
As your feet turn into a jelly-
A jelly purple and full of fear,
One that trembles as the papers come near,
Yet through the worry, through everything,
A tiny chuckling grin,
For all your notes are scribbled down,
All your grammar, every noun,
Every subject, every chapter there is,
Has been studied from top too bottom,
All the formulas of maths stored in memories,
The science studied from minerals to deciduous trees.
Pencils sharpened, erasers brand new,
Ready for the exams,
And the exams ready for you.



Hey guys, I know I have not been posting as consistently as I used to. And I do have studies, exams coming, lots of other stuff. But none of those are the reason…the reason is I just haven’t found a topic that I feel. Sooo right now I wrote this poem on leaves…and yes I was feeling it. Also thanks for giving me prompts- Some of them were amazing! I have not started doing any prompts but I will definitely. Anyway lets begin-

On the trees thin smooth bits of green,
Dancing in the summer wind,
Hopping through the warm heat,
Swimming through puddles from rain,
Gently falling to the ground,
As they flutter, round, round, round,
A crazy swirl of green and brown,
Flowers yellow like a crown,
Little petals gentle and full of smell,
With happiness they gleefully swell,
Tears of rain from the sky,
The leaves drenched wet by the cries,
The water evaporating in summer heat,
As the leaves swirl at peoples feet,
Gently drying turning to a crisp.