Shriyandhaa's space

  Reflections.  Reflections, in the mirror Reflections, in the water Reflections, in your eyes. Reflections, in memories.  Reflections, in your mind.  The reflection in a mirror is pure.  It is true.  But it merely shows what one is outside.  The reflection in water is wavered.  It is disturbed by ripples.  Still water, broken by the wind  Swimming fish  Or self.  An image, broken by us. The reflection in your eye is what you see. It is the reflection of something you know,  Something you've seen before. The reflection in your memories is what you remember Wavered slightly, or greatly  By imagination  And fantasies  And delusion. The reflection in your mind  Is what you understand.  Is what you interpret.  It is what you feel.  It is how you reflect on something,  It is your impression of a reflection.  As for a real reflection,  True to its fullest,  Does it really ex...

  Just a single drop of water,  In a huge downpour of rain.  What could I possibly signify; Other than vain? Would you notice if I disappeared?  Would you notice if I refrained,  From falling upon the ground,  Pattering down the lane? None of us matter at all; What purpose do we serve?  I'm just another rain drop,  There is more yet I deserve. Why must I go as well,  If millions, billions are of same verve? If millions, billions out there,  Are still there to be conserved? I might be worthless alone,  But what I have realised- WE are worth so much together,  The power comes from inside.  Every tiny droplet Contributed to the force,  And if I ever do feel so worthless-  I must know, although I am just one in  billions,  To many, I bring hope.

Have you had the feeling  Where all your thoughts were fading,  Memories slipping.  Present, but out of reach.  But within reach. Locked away, but still alive  Yet fresh in my mind.  If it's so clear to remember, why can't I? Because I can, but I can't.  I feel the memories.  I don't see them.  I sense the thoughts,  But I can't properly think.  It's like a dream,  Something you experienced,  Something you can remember,  But it slips away as you try.  But it was definitely real (in your mind)-  That's the difference between memories,  And dreams.  Dreams can fade, unless they're profound enough.  Memories appear to fade,  But memories are always so powerful  That nothing can wipe them.  They are merely hidden in plain sight.  Waiting, for the day  They will be recalled.  And that day might come,  Or it might not. 

  Do you believe  That there's the possibility of different worlds  Made of different physics,  Different creatures,  Different terrain?  Do you believe,  That it's possible  That the whimsies and fancies  Narrated in every story  And dreamt by every child  Really exist?  You'll probably tell me, "Ohhh what childish nonsense Ohhh you're such a kid It does not do to dwell in fantasies-" But guess what There are more creatures out there, There are more creatures that dwell  In those very fantasies  Of millions of dreams  Of millions of minds. Do you believe,  That every character in every story,  Not only books - but every STORY,  Truly exists, in a hologram,  Or in a parallel universe?  You don't need to believe.  Because I do.  I truly believe that every bit of nonsense,  Chatter, musings, dreams, fantasies -  They all exist.  If not here, then someplace else. Lan...

  Have you felt time  Physically slipping away?  You probably think you can't see  Time change  Transform  Destruct what used to be.  But I've seen. And once I did, I felt the grip slacken  I felt moments becoming memories  Achievements becoming history  Goals becoming a memorabilia  Of the journey we took.  Smiles fading away,  Laughter silencing itself.  And only the people who saw the beauty  Can see how it crumpled today. The changes are ever-changing,  But change is never always only In a single direction.  They changed both ways  At the same times.  To earn something,  Something is given up.  The sweetest moments sacrificed  For hopefully better times yet to come. And for the sake of the wonderful past,  For my sake,  I will try to make the future as good  And better.

  There are many reasons. But I'm not sure how to name them. I've tried spending time justifying,  But I can't.  I don't know how.  But I know that the reasons are valid  And I'm sure you do too.  Remember when we thought we were  Practically twins?  When we, as best friends, Used to be two faces of the same coin. I've changed a lot,  Not necessarily in the best ways - And so have you, You've found your own place.  And I've found mine.  Somewhere along the way, we were true friends But somewhere along the way... it was lost. On the whole,  We both were two different poles - entirely. Maybe we'd get along more  Sometime But not right now.  You seem to have forgotten  And so have I.  But I actually remember. You've met people who understand you better  And I've met people who match my laugh. I've discovered a new part in myself,  But I haven't shadowed my old self; Not yet.  Perhaps you'll under...

We earnt a title - the worst,  And... I guess it's fair?  We talk too loud, We laugh at the wrong time, For the wrong things, Making teachers sigh  Like it's a full-time job. But we always manage to  Trick them into smiling  At the end.  It started out awkward, With many feuds opening up. Now it's about to end, As the worst... Yet one of my best Years, With the best friends, and best people. We move on,  As masters of serious nonsense, Ugly comments that shouldn't be funny.  But are. Every. Single. Time. It's chaos, But it's _our_ chaos. And that's what makes it special. A classroom that feels  Like a badly directed movie - No script, no rules, no precise roles But something I still love. We should probably despise who we are,  But apart from the serious misbehavior, A little mischief always makes Everything better. I said I hated 6 C. I swore I'd outgrow it. But now... I've grown on it. Now, the ending's creeping in -  Slowly, but ...

A jasmine flower I planted,  And beside it, a rose plant I grew And I waited for both to blossom -  Watching out for the first bloom.  The jasmine's new leaves began to peek;  But the rose stem remained, empty  and dry -  Oh, all that I did to get it to rise too -  But nothing that worked - it was ever shy. The jasmine plant grew taller,  But the rose stem remained; with no new heed -  I strived to get it to grow, spent all my time  But it didn't; despite flashes of sunlight and water tides.   The jasmine plant started budding,  But the rose stem remained; how much more time?  I dedicated my time to the introverted rose  I just couldn't put that plant aside. The jasmine flowers blossomed, with a beautiful scent  But the rose stem remained, despite my attempts; As I muttered about the stubborn plant, still I strived  To get the stem to grow - wanting so badly for it to thrive. Many days passed, and the rose s...

 It's been 3 years since we left primary And 3 years have never felt emptier  Without your lessons, your smile and your laugh  That made learning much easier.  Words could never describe the joy  You brought to us - your most loyal students  So I will try my best, one more time  To present to you a heartfelt poem. You made learning a game -  Not a chore,  You added confetti To what was thought a bore, Somehow you made our hard days better -  Just by saying our names right. You gave attention to everyone,  And everything -  You told us even a small dot (.) and a small comma  Have great significance. You saw potential  Even in the circus of our class  Before anyone else did. Time will move on -  New classrooms, new desks, new versions of us. But your voice will always echo  In the moments we choose kindness  Laughter  In the moments we try again  In the courage to raise a hand ;  Even ...