Writer’s Block

I just can’t write now… Those words just remain out of my reach, I’m reaching out but grasping nothing. It used to be so easy, the lines- they were threads I could weave into a tapestry, so simple; so beautiful… They could be flying carpets and magical lamps, or wardrobes leading to enchanting worlds; They…

Storm

As waves arched over my head, I struggled to stay afloat. my lungs were bursting. As the salty water stung my eyes. I kicked harder. My head broke through the water, but I only managed to take one feeble breath, before the waters pulled me down again. My vision turned hazy, the world started going…

School

School is more than an institution, it is more than class rooms- rows of chairs; more than exams and stress. It is a home; it is a memory to be cherished. It is more than where we learn to read and write, it is where we learn to laugh and smile, and cry. Where friendships…

Rainbow

To the ones who face a stormy sea, don’t worry, the storm will pass. To the ones who are fighting an endless battle, don’t give up; the end is close in sight. To the ones who smile, in spite of the tears welling up inside, I commend your bravery. To the ones who keep trying…

Scarred Heart

Guess what inspired this poem.. A jellyfish sting which left a scar on my hand. This was originally going to be called- Every scar has a story.

Ode To 2019

A new year, a new beginning. Mistakes are forgotten, A new slate; starting over. New bonds made, old ones restrengthened. And as you move on, journey through unchartered territories, I want you to remember, the comfort of home, when you are far away; the bitter taste of failure, even though you have won; how it…

Christmas Time

As snow falls from the heavens above, The world is hidden,  Under a white blanket. Little children with rosy cheeks, Snowball fights, toboggans and hot choc; And of course Santa Claus! That was Christmas for them…. In one of their homes a mother, Washing dishes and memories away, Weeping, in the silence of empty halls,…

The H.T Scholarship 2018

I would like to extend a very heartfelt thanks to my teachers and parents who motivated me and encouraged me….
This win was all thanks to them;
They were the first to acknowledge me as a writer..

Timelines

I remember, here in the glen, a young girl used to sit, on a little piece of wood; a swing. To and fro, higher and higher, Until she could reach the clouds…….. Long golden hair, shining in the sunshine, tied back with a red ribbon, Maple coloured eyes, lit with childish energy, A smile, dancing…