Shriyandhaa's space

Hello, 2026,  What do you have for us?  We're all optimistic -  And we're almost experienced. I'm ready for the long list of resolutions  That will either last a week or fade away. I've met your predecessors -  Big titles, a promising index  But the font becomes smaller and less denser  As the pages turn.  And I hope that this time,  The chaos is funny  The change is useful  The evolution is forwards. You don't need to be perfect -  We just need enough light to find Our lost things Ourselves And our people.  Without panic.  But anyways, I'll try again -  A new journal, new diary,  New planner, a neater handwriting -  It wouldn't hurt to try, even if I might fail. But make sure to knock first  Before barging in - I prefer a slow fade in  Rather than a flash.  And however it goes,  Please give us a good story,  Lots of happy memories,  And the best of friends.  Dear 2026...

  Once they were friends, adored each other Drifted apart as one rose much higher  And the other remained, a dutiful villager;  But he never would forget the times together. But as the days wore on, not much was left  And the villager decided to meet his old friend But along with that, he was sent with a quest;  To ask for some help, and some money to lend. And so he left, with nothing but some beaten rice;  Oh, how worried he was; that wasn't enough  But it's all they had; and it's all his friend liked; It had to be done, although it seemed rough. And after a long journey, he finally reached -  The King (his friend) was delighted; a surprise greet! Overwhelmed with joy, the poor villager forgot his intentions,  As they reminisced their pasts; oh, what fun!  But the King noticed the little bag packed with beaten rice,  And innocently asked his friend what it was.  With a flash of memory, the villager presented the rice,  A...

  It was a bright day, so many great things I could've done. But unfortunately, my mom decided to drag me to a random award function she was going to ("You're not going to do anything at home anyway,"). I reluctantly went behind her and fumed as she picked the second row.  "Can I sit at the back?" I asked.  She just randomly shook her head and mumbled indistinct words and pointed at the stage (something she always does when she doesn't know how to react, non-chalantly). I sighed, and flopped down next to her. We waited about 30 minutes (which I spent peeking at my mom's phone while she stared at her phone), and then a man climbed on to the stage, followed by another man, and then two women. They were all smiling, as they came, but who knows, they were probably wishing to have stayed home to scroll and text their friends (hint, hint). And then the emcee/host came to the mic and introduced the people on stage, who grinned broadly and joined their hands...

Lightning is that which intimidates,  But thunder is that which wishes  To follow lightning.  That is to say,  Thunder follows lightning's path,  But reaches a different destination.  But thunder can be far more intimidating -  You don't need to see it to believe it.  But aren't we told to not blindly believe  Whatever we hear?  For all we know, the "thunder" we heard,  Could just be the bark of a very large dog.  But lightning is something we see - But can we believe everything we see?  Perhaps the lightning is just  The lights, somewhere in the sky  Fluctuating.  But if we can't rely on thunder  Or lightning  What if they're both played together?  Though thunder always follows,  Never leads or walks beside,  Surely, we can believe  If we see it, and hear it.  But how great could the coincidences be?  No, to believe it, you must feel it -  And not just a mere ink...

  Let's get started.  Pick the next line:  You mean I need to choose?  You'll do just fine -  That is NOT true -  Whatever, pick the next -  I CANNOT DECIDE .  I mean why not?  That's my flawed side.  Oh, ambiguous, are we?  Sure, just pick a line for me. Is this turning into a poem?  It better be!  Why can't you decide on one answer?  What if one is better than the next?  Don't think too much about possible blunders -  That is exactly why I fret.  You can't not have an opinion -  But that's how it is.  You should really change -  It's not my fault I'm indecisive.  Think about it, I'm used to heat, but at the moment  I can use some cool But I can survive in the Sahara if I have to But I'll suffer in cold rooms, I might even solidify  But now, the heat is a bit hard to bear  But I'm afraid, the AC might get too extreme -  ALRIGHT, I understand, it's pretty hard to ...

  Every night, I bring myself  To stare up at the sky -  But turn back home, with a frown on my face, Clouds blocking stars, showing wry.  Every morning, I peek out the window  To marvel at the sea above - But turn away, losing hope,  Cotton figures, masking what I love.  Every time I see the clouds,  I curse them, with all might,  They don't deserve to be up there,  Ruining the bright days and starry nights.  And one day, the clouds finally went away,  And I stargazed in much peace.  But suddenly, the sky felt a bit empty -  Although dotted by the stars, without fake fleece. In the mornings, the sun burnt the pavements -  And something inside me missed watching  The white shapes that merrily float past -  I didn't realise they had much meaning.  Though much couldn't be seen, they brought A wholesome feeling - that you probably can't see -  You only can, when one day,  The clouds decide t...

  Ten days  Nine nights  Spent watching our beloved guests  Smile, laugh,  Spreading warmth  As the dolls adorning 5 beautiful steps  Smile back at us  Running to and fro, attending to our guests  Whilst stealing glanced at our precious idols.  Ten days, nine nights  Collections of dozens of gifts More than five dozens of people have come  And more than five dozens of smiles brought home.  Ten days, nine nights Over a hundred steps we've seen  Five steps displayed  This year a step to the next  Next year we step up our game.  Ten days, nine nights  Today, they come to an end  The dolls packed away in the loft, Don't fret - there's only a little more than  Three hundred and fifty days left. :)

  Moon:  I shine every night  Though, once a month, I take a break  But I'm seen regularly,  And it's not a big deal.  Few stop by  To marvel at me.  But what about the others -  Can they even see? And tonight is the night  A shadow shall be cast upon me  I hope no one notices -  My brief moments without glory.  Oh, but who am I kidding?  Of course, when I'm humiliated  In the vast night sky  Just me, and an eery shadow upon me  That  That is when the humans  Choose to gaze at me.  And then, to say I am weak And I'm always overruled by  The sun, and shadows, and clouds?  That is not fair.  But the truth that the moon does not know  Is that our little downfalls  Are what define us.  They're the little things that make us  Better - Perfection isn't a thing; but realism is.  Someone who is perfect cannot be likeable - But someone with flaws has more pe...

  A place  Where you can have all you want  A place  Where you are who you want to be  A place, where the future is lucid  Because the future is in your control  A place where life is a video game  And you have admin power. Dive deep into your thoughts, Your fancies, your wants and wishes But not too far, or  You'll drown. And when it's past your dreams,  When your dreams are over - You're back in life -  What it all really is.  Not everything is in your control.  Not everything is as lucid.  Your dream was in your life.  But is your life a dream?  Or is your dream your life?  Is life even a thing?  Or is it just dreams -  Or is it just life?  Or is it all a hologram  Inside which we are trapped -  No life, no dream?