I wish I was a sponge,
A happy one to be exact.
I would soak up positive vibes,
leaving the sad ones behind.
I wish I was a sponge,
Happiness, it would attract.
I wouldn’t be copying scribes,
The true me, I would find.
I wish I was a sponge,
But I’m not, and that’s a fact.
I would start my own tribe,
Having those with cheerful minds.
I’ve filled my glass with sadness,
That black, sticky, sooty goo.
I’ve filled my glass with stubbornness,
That bull that keeps on raging.
I’ve filled my glass with fury.
Those red, hot coals burning all of me.
I’ve filled my glass with futility.
That troubled face looks sullenly at me.
I’ve filled my glass with irritation,
That poking adds to the fire too.
I’ve filled my glass with hesitation,
That monster which keeps on hiding.
I’ve filled my glass with anxiety,
That wheel that keeps tripping me.
I’ve filled my glass with nobody,
That empty space reserved only for me.
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Hello Everyone! I’m back from my hiatus. This poem was written two months ago, hence aptly titled The Old Glass.
What do you think of this poem? Do comment!
Hello everyone! I have finally uploaded a new video! Well, a month and ten days to be exact. I blame college. And anime. So, without further ado, here’s my new video!
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And now for the Q & A!
Luna’s questions!
1) Where do you get inspiration for your writing?
I never plan ANY of my posts. If I get a new, amazing idea out of nowhere, and if it’s good enough, I make it into a post or a poem. I just post whatever I think is good. Whatever I think has to be said. It’s all my jumbled ideas finding order. But I can definitely say that my writing represents what I feel at a particular moment.
2) What’s your favourite animal?
PANDAS!!!! They’re just so adorable! Plus, they’re black and white and Asian! They’re the least racist animals out there. Also, the new Kung Fu Panda movie came out, so I’m all the more in love with them!
happyme’s questions:
1) What’s your favourite book and why?
The Hunger Games trilogy! The idea is just fantastic! Although many people say that it’s a rip-off of Battle Royale, it really isn’t. It’s just too different. Also, if you like The Hunger Games and anime, I highly recommend Future Diary, Btooom!, and Eden of the East.
2) What is your ideal vacation?
Japan in the cherry blossom season, which typically is from March to April.
3) What are you most looking forward to this year?
My trip to Sharjah! My aunt lives there and she’s invited me over to stay at her home. Plus I have a four year old cousin who’s simply the cutest baby girl ever!
Elm’s questions:
1) Why do you like making videos?
I’m gonna answer that question in my new video!
2) What’s your best memory?
I have a lot of amazing memories, but my recent favourite has been when my dad and I went to a really far away mall. We hadn’t been able to hang out for a month because we both were extremely busy with work and college respectively. We shopped a lot, talked a lot and had a blast. The whole day was just so calming and cheerful.
3) How many languages can you speak?
Since I’m an Indian, I speak Hindi fluently. I can also understand Gujarati and French a little. Also, I have an awesome Japanese vocabulary; of about 20 words!
Ameena k.g’s question:
1) What’s love according to you?
Adoration. Respect. And trust. Also, whatever you love has the power to hurt you the most. Love is dark chocolate.
Mon’s question:
1) Which author do you wish to be more like?
I have a few authors I admire here on WordPress!
My absolute favourite writers are:
Poeteer: Wesley’s poems are so simple yet so powerful. I can only wish my poems are as good as his.
dray0308: Danny’s posts are all about positivity and healing. His blog also gives bloggers a chance to mingle and also to discover new, amazing blogs.
Mindoftannguyen: Tan Nguyen’s poems are simply beautiful. Beautifully written and beautifully detailed.
Eyes + Words: This website headed by Jacob Ibrag gives aspiring writers to showcase their talent. Each and every poem found on this site is pure perfection.
Izrael’s question:
1) Where did you get your writing inspiration from?
All my writing stems from my thoughts. I just write to get a clear idea of what I’m thinking.
Hiba’s question:
1) Do you find it challenging and intimidating to put yourself out there on the site as a woman of colour?
Well first of all, I’m girl. I’m only 18! Second, no I really don’t. But I have come across a lot of mixed reviews of my videos from my ‘friends’ and family. I’ll talk about this more in detail in my newest video.
I can’t sleep.
My mind won’t let me.
It’s scattered with too many thoughts.
Both happy and scary.
It’s scattered with too many feelings.
Both alone and lonely.
It’s scattered with too many dreams.
Both enticing and dreary.
It’s scattered with too many ideas.
Both stupid and extraordinary.
I can’t sleep.
My mind won’t let me.
It’s full of thoughts.
Buzzing. Electrifying.
I can’t sleep.
My mind won’t let me.
My thoughts are twisted knots.
Pulling. Tangling.
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This is what happens when you have too many video ideas! And my next post is gonna be a Q & A! So do leave some questions in the comments!
Lemme tell you a little something,
About this thing called happiness.
It feels unimaginably amazing.
It makes your heart and soul sing,
And cleans all your mess.
It feels infinitely confining.
But if ya base it off the inconsequential,
It’ll leave a deep, sad stain on you,
And lessen your extraordinary potential.
You gotta figure out what’s essential,
Make time for the prettiest hues,
And stop thinking of the existential.
I know it’s not that easy.
They kinda gnaw at you don’t they?
The scars, the constant reminder.
They’re just so addictively queasy.
Your poking leaves them on display.
And your thoughts simply concur.
You just have to stop thinking.
Your thoughts must be prettily dressed.
And so, you’ll finally end your suffering.
I have projects,
Hella long projects,
Not the desire of my object.
Wait,
Wasn’t it the other way round?
Naah.
“Projects, they’re just so much fun!”
Students never say that.
They say, “I want this to be over with and done!”
They envelop you,
The processed tree barks.
They enrich you,
With knowledge so divine,
So pure, so enrapturing.
They touch you,
With their beautiful words,
So heart-rendering, so anguishing.
They love you,
They remind you of your beauty.
But, they also break hearts frequently.
They annoy you,
Their qualities render you speechless,
They haunt you. They creep you out.
They purify you,
Of all your ignorance.
All your stupidity. All your helplessness.
They stay with you,
Long after they cease to exist.
But let’s be honest,
They never stop existing.
They’re immortal.
Immortally captivating.
Immortally engaging.
Immortally inviting.
Immortally alluring.
Immortally immortal.
I yearn to
Be with those,
Who don’t yearn,
To be with me.
I care too much
About them,
But they couldn’t,
Careless about me.
I seek their unneeded
And unnecessary validation,
Only to realise that,
They will never validate me.
I get so mesmerised,
By their beauty,
Their abundant charm,
That I forget their true inner being.
It would be really nice,
That once in a while,
I would find someone,
Who would yearn to be with me,
Without driving me crazy.
I seem to be made of glass,
Broken easily.
I seem to be made of paper,
Crumpled easily.
I seem to be made of fire,
Burned easily.
I seem to be made of ice,
Cooled easily.
I seem to be made of blue,
Saddened easily.
I seem to be made of red,
Laughing easily.
I seem to be made of tears,
Crying easily.
I seem to be made of smiles,
Broadened easily.
I seem to be made of pain,
Hurt easily.
I seem to be made of strength,
Endeavouring easily.
I seem to be made of hate,
Consuming easily.
I seem to be made of love,
Giving easily.
I come back home disgruntled,
I come back crushed and crumpled.
I stress over homework and panic.
In go my earphones calming my manic.
In flows the music calming, soothing
In goes happiness, me, myself losing.
The music flows through me,
The beautiful, energising symphony.
The calm fights the interrupting noise.
Everything is swallowed by the voice.
Everything is better because of them,
Everything they improve, those gems.
They have the power to raise,
They give love that boasts of praise.
They take away my frustrated tears,
And give courage to fight my fears.
And the music enwraps my heart.
And it sticks together the broken parts.
All of them are a lyrical masterpiece.
All of them put my mind to peace.
All of them wipe away my sadness,
Only to replace it with gladness.
Ramexabella 