They shine like stars,

I’m the forgotten night sky.

They are diamonds,

I’m the piece of coal.

I know I’m a misfit,


Cliches, cheerleaders and jocks;

parties and queen bees-

I never understood it all.

I’m an anomaly here.

I’ve always been different,

a wallflower.

The kind of person you would never notice.

Nothing special about me…

They are mesmerising words- deep and true,

while I am a single alphabet.

They are honest, confident and dedicated,

I guess I seem lost compared to them.

I guess I’ll always be a misfit,

but maybe it’s not that bad…

Maybe I was born to stand out…

-By Lavanya Gupta

To all the misfits, you are not alone…

Remember Me

You have no idea,

how much I’ll miss you.

I just saw the sun;

and now the clouds are back again…

will you miss me too?

I’ll miss your smile,

your comforting laugh,

the warmth in your eyes,

the way you were just there-

I guess I took your presence for granted.

There is so much I have to tell you,

dreams and hopes;

Who will I tell them to now?

Will you even remember me?

I’m the shy girl,

the one who always had her nose in her novel,

but whose day brightened up,

when she saw you around the corner…

The one who pretended not to see you,

but failed miserably.

The one who wished, with all her heart,

that you saw her too;

that girl.


just promise me that you’ll always remember me.

-By Lavanya Gupta

You and I, we may go away, but we’ll stay together, always…

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 could be magic ( and men with no noses!),

or games in a huge arena ( let the 76th Hunger Games begin! No).

Or it could be faith, trust and pixie dust;

with the lost boys,

or maybe down the rabbit hole ( we all know where that lands…)

It could be as a rider, wizard, tribute or shadow hunter,

anything would be better than my current predicament…

Wow, I still haven’t written anything…

or have I written it all?…

-By Lavanya Gupta

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To all the lost writers, I hope you find your way…


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 black.

My thoughts ran wild,

unwinding like thread,

I remembered his smile,

so deep, so trusting.

I remembered how we fought that day,

our words hurt more than bullet holes…

I didn’t want to go back,


Not to the hurt,

the pain;

the trust that we lost…

With one last look towards the surface,

I kicked deeper into the unknown.

-By Lavanya Gupta


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 are forged for a lifetime,

where we decide our path for the future.

Where children for whom ‘letters’ are nightmares,

learn to weave them into beautiful stories.

Where stuttering infants,

become eloquent speakers.

Where young minds are nurtured,

given pathways they can follow-

or pave their own.

Mostly where we all blossom into learned individuals,

as we set out to conquer the world.

-By Lavanya Gupta

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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 to make it through,

never stop,

you will reach your goal.

To all the ones who try;

try but don’t succeed;

never drop out.

While every day might seem like a nightmare,

every single breath might hurt,

It may seem disheartening, bleak and daunting-

Never relinquish,

Never surrender;

because soon, right in front of you, you’ll see a rainbow.

-By Lavanya Gupta

Scarred Heart

They say time heals all wounds; then what about the scars?

Time just makes the wounds worse;

the pain seem deeper,

Reminding me of how foolish and naive I once was.

Reminding me that friends can back stab you,

betray you,

trample on the very memory of you.

That paths may intersect,

but they always run separately again.

That no matter how many tears are shed,

they can never compensate for death.

That you should never go into battle,

mad with the fury of loss,

and the thirst for revenge;

it only makes you fumble.

That memories will return,

no matter how much you try to hide your past

and they hurt more than a thousand blades.

That no matter how much you fight,

how well you parry each and every blow,

you can’t run from your destiny.

And that you always have to return back,

to where you came from in the end.

-By Lavanya Gupta

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 is to be alone,
though you may have friends by your side;
that there is no better or worse,
everyone is the same;
that everything happens for a reason,
though it may not seem like that at the time;
and you can always turn back,
I’ll welcome you with open arms;
and that you should always be yourself,
no matter what the others say-
you are special and unique;
and I wouldn’t have you be any other way!

-By Lavanya Gupta

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,

She couldn’t make ends meet,

How could she afford presents?

How could Santa be there?

How could her child learn to believe in happy endings?

After all,

It was too late for her…

In the next house,

A wrinkled old lady,

Gazed at the falling snow for the last time.

Fireplace crackling; Yet there were no stockings.

A cold house with a cold heart…

As she heard strains of carols from afar,

She whispered to herself- Christmas is here at last!

                                                                           -By Lavanya Gupta

The H.T Scholarship 2018

Every year our school selects 10 shining students from every division who appear for the H.T. Scholarship.

I was privileged to be among the 60 students who won the Hindustan Times Scholarship ( Mumbai ) for the year 2018. Here is the essay I wrote on the topic:

Are we addicted to our mobile phones and computer technology? if so, how can we reduce the addiction?

             ESCAPING THE ‘CELL’

“Cellphones are so convenient that they are an inconvenience”

– Haruki Murakami


The greatest puzzles answered using Google, grocery ordered on Big Basket, food delivered with a swipe of a finger using Swiggy, all the while assisted by Alexa. The smart technology of the 21st century has surely made our lives convenient. However, for this ease, we have traded our souls, with 44% of Indian adolescents suffering from mobile addiction and 66% of adults suffer from nomophobia, the fear of being away from our mobile phones. They are holding us prisoners, no wonder they are called cell phones!!

The computer and mobile technology do offer immense benefits, but we have to be watchful of falling prey to their obsessive craving. Overuse of these tools can lead not just to eye strain and neck problems but also sleep disturbances, depression and anxiety.

The time has come to disconnect to connect. I am taking a pledge to be a conscious, mindful and disciplined user of cell phone and computer technology, promising myself to use the phone only for emergencies. Promising myself to open a book instead of my browser and writing a birthday card instead of a group message.  Most importantly, cherishing myself for who I truly am, not the likes my pictures get or the number of followers I have.

Do join me as I take this pledge for now is the moment to open the windows of our hearts and hear the real twitter of birds, now is the moment for #realme!!

                                                                                   -By Lavanya Gupta