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 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.


Foggy Glasses

Hey guys! Poem here again!
Come on that is what I do- Write poems…ok ok I do other things but um-
Ok so um I got specs recently so in this poem I tried to capture how the world is prettier yet more dull since colors are not as vivid. How at first it is hard to walk down stairs cause of the distortion of shapes and how the glasses fog up when you let out deep breaths.

A gentle fog upon the glass,
One which gently begins to pass,
The world clear and clean,
Through the frame of green,
Walking down steps, step by step,
Shapes distorted, trying not to trip,
Every breath gently forms,
Into a fog like storm,
The rain comes down,
And vision blurs with a frown,
Then slowly the storm wanders away,
Light shining through the day,
Glints catching the glasses,
As people walk by in masses,
The world clean and details clear,
Like the center of a flower in a purple sphere,
Like bristles on top of a dirty green leaf,
Like eyes of happiness and tears of grief,
Like shining rods made of of metal,
And colors of beauty on flower petals,
The world pretty, yet a foggy storm, a battle,
As the glasses thud to the ground with a rattle,
Things in the distance blurred, unable to see much,
Put the glasses back on in a rush,
Green frames upon the nose,
The world prettier than a rose,
Yet colors not as vivid nor as bright,
Though the glasses much improve sight,
The world pretty beautiful but at the same time drab,
Due to the glasses a headache that feels like a stab,
A confusing mixture of dull, of pretty and of foggy tornados,
As the glasses sit on the nose with a sunlit glow.


Rotten fruits

So I am sitting on the table doing math and I see half an apple on the table. I feel it and poke around and on top it has that crusty brown layer that apples have. That apple wasn’t rotten but it made me start to think-
“A crusty brown layer of rot…”
And then I thought…why not a poem about rotten fruits? So here you are-

An apple outside blood red,
A dark stem right at its head,
Its body cut straight down,
As its side turns into a brown,
Its sweet and sugary insides,
Turn black on all the sides,

A peach, round, pale pink and furry skin,
Fleshy and orange within,
But brown spots flashing everywhere,
The fruit flies hungrily stare,
As the outside fur begins to rot,
And the insides turn into clots,
Clots of thick ooey gooey flesh,
Not at all fresh.

A papaya wrapped thick,
With newspapers that stick,
A sweet fruit with a musky tang,
As onto life it hangs,
Fruit flies invading the fruit,
Gulping down their tasty loot.

A guava tropical, small and sweet,
Something we all love to eat,
Outside green bumpy skin,
Yet pink softness within,
Either way,
The fruit turns gray,
And gets small spots of brown,
The spots spreading across its crown.

A banana yellow and bright,
But this banana, not such a great sight,
Rotting everywhere, yellow turned to black,
Prettiness and freshness the banana lacks,
As flies attack and steal in mouth loads,
Like all the other fruits, this too rotten.

Animals, Poems

Ants point of view

Hey guys! Here is a small poem of how an ant sees the world since it is small. Now I know, ants don’t think this much, or maybe even at all. They don’t see colors. They don’t-
Well my point is- I know some of this might not be accurate, this poem is more shaped on how it may see things based on its size. Also erm sorry for the ending but couldn’t help it.

I scramble around,
Through thick muddy ground,
And through fields so tall,
Blades of grass the size of walls,
With plants tall and green,
Trees bigger than anything I’ve seen,
The lights shining bright,
Through the lamps on the roadside,
Shining onto the street,
As I find something to eat,
A sweet cake crumb,
Gently sticking to my gum,
A little green leaf flying in a flutter,
Falls on my body as I shudder,
Then my ant friends join me,
And together we carry the leaf with glee,
Then suddenly I see a shoe,
Gigantic in size colored white and blue,
It comes in front and blocks,
my view standing tall like a rock,
Then suddenly a hand comes down in a smash,
My ant friends running away in a clash,
But my body beneath the hand fails to run,
For my life has been finished, it is now done.



Ladida Ladida Ladiada. I know I know very unnecessary.
Hey people! Poem here for you on “How you feel when you are alone”. The happiness to be alone and sit with yourself listening to your own thoughts, yet the boredom and long for someone to talk with. And at the same time there is also a worry cause I mean you are alone.

Sometimes you just need to be alone,
The silence gently seeping in,
The surroundings peaceful and calm to the bone,
Your smile twisted with a grin.
Yet sometimes the silence goes too deep,
The calmness spreads too far,
As inside, inside, inside and inside it seeps,
Till the thoughts wonder afar,
Triggering worrisome thoughts,
Ones of dread and fear,
In the stomach a twisted knot,
One not so full of cheer.
Though you need to interact,
Sometimes you need to sit with yourself,
Letting go the thoughts bottled up and intact,
Let them fly free wander like a forest elf.
Thoughts that cannot be heard,
Over children screaming in school,
The loud chirping of birds,
And screeching of a metal stool.
However fun being alone might be,
As you sit around stuck in a book,
Write poems about the splashing sea,
And in the kitchen snacks you cook,
At some point you long,
For someone home with you,
As you listen to a song,
And stare at the sky so blue.

Collabs, Poems

Girls are as strong

Hey guys! A while back Dhriti asked me if I could write a poem showing how in disney movies often potray an unreal image in girls. She wrote a long comment expressing how she wanted it to be and even sent me a buzfeed link with information. Dhriti also writes AMAZING poems, infact you should hop to her blog and check some out. Since she writes well too I asked her if she would want to write it with me turning it into a collab. Todays post is a poem that I have written with Dhriti. Thank you Dhriti for writing this with me- I had a lot of fun writing it. I also want to say that we do not mean any criticism towards any Disney movie and we know recent movies are much better. And before we start- A HAPPY WOMEN’S DAY!

Some Disney movies show unreal versions of girls,
In the movies they just sit at home wearing pearls,

Married of too early, without education, meant to sit around,
All these things really make us frown!

Those things are old- fashioned things from long ago,
Girls can also work! They can be the ones to earn the dough!

Did Aurora ask for that kiss?
Was she even old enough to marry?

Did Snow White want that kiss?
Why did she work as a maid to the dwarves?

What is the deal with these old tales,
Having those kisses without fail,
Ones that may not be wanted by both,
This is something we have grown to loath.

Not all princesses need to be damsels in distress,
Not all of them need to wear a gown-like dress!

Some can wear trousers and shirts,
Others can wear hoodies and skirts.

Not all of them need a man right away,
Not all of them need to get married right that day!

Some can be single and alone,
Who they love doesn’t have to be known.

We want a princess…

Who doesn’t need a man,
To save her from a dragon,
Or ride with her in his wagon,

Who unless she wants never bows down,
Or allows others to fix her crown,

We want a princess…

Who is strong,
And who knows what is wrong,

One who speaks on her own,
One that doesn’t need a man on the throne.

Disney won’t tell you stories-
Of girls who are tomboys or rebels,
Of ones who scream and yell,
Of ones who have a job and earn by themself,
Ones who keep food on the table and books on the shelf,
Of girls who play sports, swimming and football,
Or of girls who draw and knit dolls!

They will only tell you stories-
Where girls are sweet and kind
Where they pray each day and reject sin,
Where they sit at home as the queen,
Where girls wear gowns and never jeans!


Anu Aunty

Happy Birthday Anu! Hope you have a great day!
Anu aunty is one of my close family friends Mother…who is also a very close friend of my Mom. She works, paints, loves all things fancy and is ready to cook up a midnight snack in the middle of the night however late it might be!

How can such a kind, sweet and loving person exist?
Are you an angel sent from heaven’s magical, enchanted mists?

A person so caring, so happy and so so warm,
Though I am sure when you are mad you become wild like a storm.

Wild like your hair all pretty in crazy waves of back and brown,
Like your beautiful red dresses that are fit to be called gowns.

Whenever I am around I get either coffee or a cup of hot chocolate,
With dripping caramel swirling on the top and cocoa beneath it.

Then there is the paneer and oh the cauliflower too!
Your food itself could put a smile on the face of someone feeling blue!

And how can I forget your waffles, your pasta and your fruit punch,
Food that always makes the best breakfast, dinner and lunch!

Right in the middle of the night, ready to cook up a midnight snack,
Whatever the food is and whether or not you are using a cooking hack.

Then there is your garden to which you attend,
Full of flowers with an aromatic, gentle and sweet scent.

A beautiful garden where nature grows, plants and trees everywhere,
Such a pretty garden that I just want to sit and stare.

And then your paintings, Oh what do I say?
They are some of the best paintings I’ve seen- any day!

All so pretty and so beautiful you sit painting through it all,
With dedicated strokes of the brush painting the orange season of fall,

Painting nature, painting the beautiful beach and sea, painting trees green,
At drawing and painting- You are the queen!

Always with a wide smile on your face, always cheerful and full of glee,
How much ever work you might have whatever the situation might be,

That smiling face, so happy and so merry,
Always so free.