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....
I’m the strong fire, I strive in pain, I’m 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 can’t control me, Because I have already soared, You can't stop me, You can’t 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, I’m a girl with a strong mind, And I won’t be restrained, I won’t be left behind, I am a girl with pride!
I lost control over my most prized possession,
You were it,
You were my slave,
Your flowed in my veins,
You were the blood,
Thicker than the water of my worldly goods,
I’m lost in your mystical world,
Trapped by all the walls you built around me
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 can’t control the words anymore,
My only power in this world,
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 exist😆)
Happy Birthday Papa!
(PS Thanks for sneaking all the chocolates during morning practice 😉 )
So I wrote a poem which is directed to those specific people who expect me to know everything because I’m a scholar, who mock me when I don’t know the answer, and the ones who treat me like an answer key, they are just so infuriating……….
And those teachers who pick on you when no one can answer just cause they don’t like you……..
Oh and ‘Je ne sais pas’ means I don’t know.
Je ne sais pas, Am I the only one in class? All those questions, Directed at me when no one can answer.... Je ne sais pas, When you ask me the answers, Is it weird that I can't answer? Just because I'm a scholar doesn't make me a genius, I'm human you know.... Je ne sais pas, No, I don't know everything in this world, And yes some facts do surprise me, That too weird for you? Je ne sais pas, Yes I do learn in class, Is that astounding for you? I don't have google in my head, I can't possibly know something before the teacher teaches it, Whoever the teacher may be, Even if I know it, I might not understand it, So I do need to listen in classes like you do, Not a super human people... Je ne sais pas, Why is it so surprising, I'm a human, There are many things I am not aware of, It's normal, Just accept it.... Je ne sais pas tout, C'est la vie pour toi, At the end of the day, I'm a human, I don't know everything, Stop exclaiming when I admit it, I don't care what you think, I have questions, About studies, About life, And so many more, I'm not your answer key, Because many a times I myself don't know, I don't care what you think, When I tell you that, Because the truth is, Je ne sais pas la réponse, Je n'ai pas peur de l'admettre.....
Do you find it annoying when people expect you to know everything just because you’re good at studies?
Stay safe, keep reading!
𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘛𝘉𝘙, 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴, 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘛𝘉𝘙, 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘒𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘛𝘉𝘙, 𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘤𝘳𝘺, 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘛𝘉𝘙, 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘛𝘉𝘙, 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘛𝘉𝘙, 𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘶𝘱 𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬, 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵.............
Does your TBR scare you?
Soo basically me and my classmates finished our VIVAs yesterday, and yeah they weren’t too great most of us didn’t study and take it seriously, so I had written a poem for exam prep cause my teacher asked me too, and now I dedicate this poem to them (and me).
To all the current members of “Apna kaam banta bhad mei jayi janta” (yes that is the group name, can you believe it?) and the ex members who left the group saying that they would prepare for exams (we all know you aren’t preparing drop the act yar) and to the members of “The ones who must not be named” (we couldn’t decide a name, but this is a whole girl’s group so it’s wayyyyy more civilized) this one is for you (not you Ritika we know you study).
Exams around the corner, Worry in our minds, Stop moving around like a mourner, Go study or you’ll be behind! You are a bud, Which needs education to bloom, Don’t fall in the mud, And meet your doom! Prepare and revise, That’s what matters the most, Exams are a blessing in disguise, So in the end you can boast! Study for your exams, And they shall be fun, Research the diagrams, You’ll need to learn to be number one!
So yeah guys pad lo seriously, and with that note, I’m gonna go
How are you all?
What have you been upto the past few days?
Yeah the title is a bit boring I guess?
So basically I wrote two poems for my school assembly few days ago (as in it was yesterday xD )
So I thought I’ll post them here, the first one was about exam preparation and I decided not to post it, but might, like IDK if I should, but this one is……
Well you’ll read what it is………
Also I changed my header!!!!!
Thank you for voting and your opinions everyone!!!
Tons of deaths, Tons of progress, A war fought here, Peace bought there! Our world goes through stages, With tons of changes, The fools don’t know, What many undergo! Things change in our country And in our world, Be a well informed global citizen, And help our world!
Yeah it was super cringy, IK
Anyways, given that I am super lazy to update my divider to match my new green shade (its a duller and darker shade than the previous one oof), I’m just gonna end it here and go to sleep!
So if anyone wants me to post the boring exam one I will, for now I bid you all adieu, stay safe, have a good night (or a morning, afternoon or evening, or whatever you have)!!!!
Déjà vu, Every time I switched schools, Same type of introductions, Same type of people, Same rules, Same nervousness, Certaines choses ne changent jamais Déjà su, Of course I know things like classes won't change, All first days of school the same, All classes the same, Il n'y avait pas de différence, Aucun que je connaissais Déjà vécu, Naturally I had lived it all before, Every time, Every year, It was to be the same wasn't it? Ça a toujours été Jusqu'à ce que ce ne soit pas, Everything was different this time, No going to school, No meeting friends, No cribbing about double periods like a fool, Tout a changé Les choses ont tourné pour de bon, Et puis ils étaient à nouveau mauvais, Everything started to seem normal, We started to slip into our old routine again, MAIS, Ça a encore changé, It got worse, No offline school again, Covid terrorizing all, No friends again, All of us dreaming of meeting again, In the cafeteria hall Les choses ne sont pas pareilles maintenant, Like they were, Some changes are good, Some bad, Don't know which one this is, Encore........ ©2021, Potterheadaanya
I hope you all are well!!!
So basically this was a poem I wrote some in English some in French, cause lots of reasons ig?
You can check out it’s translation here
Anyway this describes how I felt every time I had changed schools, and the first days of school every year, every time it was same, till the day it changed.
And how COVID-19 affected our lives, and I still don’t know whether it is a good change or a bad one……
PS check out my hate filled review of the cursed child here.
How did you feel adjusting to online schools?
I wish you all a happy day ahead, stay safe!
Happy Harry Potter Day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Here’s a poem on HP! (cause I am and will always be obsessed with Harry Potter, always)
The trio of magic Their childhood might have been tragic Those three got out with courage And Hermione's knowledge They taught me to live They helped me thrive They were my childhood And taught me more than any mere textbook And if you ask me About my obsession AFTER ALL THIS TIME It'll be there ALWAYS
Ravenclaw! (a poem)
Every house is special (a poem)
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I recently made a few changes to my site too, I hope you check them out here
What’s your favorite Harry Potter moment?