I want to write Something, something nice Something passionate About anger, fire, love and ice. And yeah I like to rhyme Call me old-fashioned; nevermind But lets get back to the fact That I want the world to grab a copy of something I signed. I dont know though If I'll ever be great Because … Continue reading Oh me? I don’t want much in life.
Here's a lil background before you begin: I wrote this poem in winters, two years ago. I was thirteen. And I know this is not one of best poems, but for some reason, I really like this one. I hope you do too. I am sitting in a bus On my way to school There … Continue reading In A Bus
I'm still alive! (Only in the most literal meaning of the word) But I guess (at least hope so) that a few of you must must have noticed my absence. I mean, it's been quite a few months, or as I like to call it"absolute-shit-storm-please-kill-me". Huh, but really, I couldn't write for sooo long. And … Continue reading Heya Peeperenoez!
Sometimes I cringe at my work Like Nobody gives a shit Tanu. That squirrel does not care about your homework The sun does not care how anxious are you. Maybe I think I think too much I make a mountain out of a grain But trust me When you are in that situation All you … Continue reading Floatation
"Yeh kya hai*. Didi, come join us, we are playing dumb charades. Don't be a bore." I am sitting inside my school bus as I'm writing this, and I'm thinking. Maybe the positioning of planets is to blame, maybe the rains are to blame, maybe the fact that I finally had 4+ hours of sleep … Continue reading Mind Dump
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Don't worry, I don't normally look like a racoon. This picture is of me during an MUN (Model United Nations) in school. After an exhaustingly fun day of shouting, running errands, marking sheets, giving speeches, sHOUTING and leading a pretend committee, my feeble attempts at eyeliner remind me why I never put on make up … Continue reading Why I blog.
Of course you're not going to be interested to read this!
"Lol I hate myself." I don't.
Poetry is an excuse When you are too lazy to use punctuation Too lazy to tame your words When you really don't care When you care too much When the heart runs quicker than the brain When you too deeply love the muse Poetry is a poetic excuse. Poetry is how my thoughts look like … Continue reading Poetry