Shriyandhaa's space

  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?

  That thing that weighs you down  From doing all things you can do  Making you think you CAN'T Except nothing makes you think that  It's just you. And it's just me. The thing that builds a wall between us  And that one thing that we  Were meant to do all along. And the only thing that can break that wall Crush it  Into millions of pieces  Is you.  Your strengths may become your weaknesses, But make your weaknesses your strengths. That is one strong thing in a weakness. And if you figure it out,   The weak must use their  Weaknesses  To overcome their weaknesses. This may not exactly make sense, But what is the universal strength, and also  The weakness?

  Me, just sitting at the dining table, reading a book. Me, just sitting at the dining table, eating snacks. Me, just having a happy evening. Then me, hearing a - tuttuttuttut.tutt Alright, that's nothing, I'll just ignore it and continue reading my - tuttuttuttut. ...... tuttuttuttut. Alright, that's definitely something. " AMMAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!" "What happened? Are you alright?" "Ammaaaa I'm hearing a creepy noise." "Oh, please, be quiet. I thought it was something serious." "It IS something serious just listen to - AGH JUST WAIT!!" "Whaaaat?!" "I was just sitting here, calmly, reading my book, and then I heard a noise - tutttuttut. It was soooo creepy and it came from -" Ugh. She's not paying attention, is she?  I'm pretty sure it was nothing. Let me just - continue reading my book. tuttuttuttuttut .  "THERE IT IS AGAIN!!!" "For HEAVEN'S sake, BE. QUIET!!!!!" "But ...

  Sleep. Sleep. Sleep. I say that to myself  More than a hundred times  But I refuse to listen. Calm, relax, quiet, sleep - Wait, what was that thing  That thing  The thing I was supposed to do  Before tomorrow? Thing? What thing? Okay, right now, I only need  To sleep. So shh, quiet, and - What's 400 multiplied by 253? I really want to do some math now. No, I'd rather sleep. Focus. Close my eyes, Calm my thoughts,  Relaaaaxxxxx..... If two people are reading each other's minds, Whose mind are they actually reading? ... That's it. Calm.  Switching off my mind temporarily- It's easier doing that when I'm in class - SHH. Calm.  Black, nothingness.  Don't hear, don't smell, don't see, don't feel  ANYTHING  Mm, I smell mint Lindt.  No, I smell nothing. Because I'm sleeping. Someone's eating a mint flavoured Lindt. But I'd rather sleep. Just one peek... OHHH LOOK AT THAT CAUGHT IN THE ACT!! "Amma!!!"  "What?!" "You...

It’s an ordinary day, typical for a day in the prolonged spell of summer vacations. This time, we went for a short trip to Pondicherry, and came back in 3 days. I’m spending the remaining few days of the holidays by reading books, running around the house, playing with my sister, and the like.  And typical enough, my mom calls me, so that I can return a small box we borrowed from our downstairs neighbour. I do as she asked, and climb down the stairs to go to their house.  But just before I rang the doorbell, I noticed that their door was locked from the outside. They were not at home. That’s ordinary. But my mom doesn’t think so, because she had just seen them that evening. I sigh and assured her that they weren’t there. She didn’t argue. The next day, my grandmother urged me to return the box. I go downstairs to go to their house - no, they’re still not back. ‘I saw them just an hour ago!’ she replied, but I shook my head and informed her they weren’t there. The very next mor...

  Things that give me a headache; The sun shining in my eyes, A place screaming with noise (like my classroom)  A word without a good enough rhyme, Crying me eyes out for a long time. Having too much homework but no will to write, Not prepared for a test? Another level of fright Things that fix headaches; Writing about them.