You can’t 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 why’d you have to hit me where it hurts the most Because there’s a limit to how much you can fix And even you with your smarts and intelligence quirks you teased me about Can’t fix it all And change it back to the way it was There’s no magic for us Just reality That now we are apart And you’re happy now Because you’re free Free from me…..
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 it’s 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 it’s for the best.
Anyyywayssss I’m backkk
Boards are over and I’m elated I’ll try to post more often now :)))
Um hi? I’m alive hehe…. Tenth is hard💀 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 that’s 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~
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 person💀……
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,
Don’t 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 simple….
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 you’re feeling blue!
This one for the one who’s mega crazy,
And super vexatious,
But always there,
Even though when we don’t want him to be,
I know you are gonna google the meaning of vexatious,
I’ll save you the time,
It means annoying,
Just like you,
But at the end of the day you’re 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 doesn’t affect her,
The one who is a true believer of God,
Always anxious and keeps on overthinking,
Yet you can’t 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,
She’ll 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 so…..
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,
Who’s always saying ‘Hi’,
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 aren’t even in the same class anymore..
And that’s 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 aren’t 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!!!!!!!!
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, And I, Your master, 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 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 can’t control the words anymore, My only power in this world, Gone forever….
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 😉 )
Hey people! 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?
Hey guys, how are you all? IDK how I’ve been, life is just endlessly going on…….. Also I made my bookstagram account a few days ago, do check it out!!! (@thefaletusiicanqueen) So I wrote this poem because, well the reason is that my TBR literally controls my life and I still don’t read the books on it *sighs*. Is it the same with all of you too?
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 sleep, study.
How are you all? What have you been upto the past few days?
Soaring Firebolt 