Droplets of Rain...

The smell of droplets of water
Sprinkled and showered on the dust,
The concrete
And the nature I thirst.

Drips of the precious pearls
Shine the sky beyond the clouds,
Rumbling their buckets and hurl
The showers of rain on the crowds.

Some with umbrellas;
Some with open arms
Closing their eyes
Embracing the droplet of charms.

I
On a single lane
With an umbrella underneath;
Drowning from the bottom up-
-Upside down,
Walk towards the stream
The droplets
The showers that gleam;
Becoming
One...
With each sprinkle
To reveal a world
Unique on it's own,
In a somewhat predictable world;
Hiding under their physical barrier
To prevent inspiration from dropping;
Even if sometimes sprinkling,
To reveal yet another world...
Much greater than a drop-

-And then four
Of tiny
(Translucent)
Yet reflective water droplets...

Chillin' SOOOO Nicely!

Wow has this break LOOONNGGG been anticipated! I thought the progressive torture of IB, week after another hell of a week, would never stop. It felt literally as if each week got worse and worse than the one before it. Honestly, we three musketeers (or 3 Idiots) kept getting RIPPED HARDER AND HARDER EVERY WEEK! Thankfully we survived those massacres and have deserved this much anticipated Spring Break! This is the ONE break where I have gotten absolutely no assignments or projects to stress about. I remember Fall break, wooooooow I felt like crying! Then Winter break, I had to stresss soooo much while on vacation in India (not a good feeling as I didn't get to enjoy it to the fullest). Now Spring (my absolutely favorite season because of the rain and beauty of nature at this time) break is the compensation for all of that and more. For once in my IB time this year, I can FINALLY sit back, relax, chill, and hang out without having to worry or stress about school.
Sure it's only going to last a week, but hey it's a week I never got before and I feel that I deserve now. I'll worry about the IB exams and Diploma exams and such when the time comes. Until then, I'm going to get back to chillin' SOOOO nicely!

Rain, rain,
Don't go away,
Please stay here for another day.

"There is a theory which states that if ever anyone discovers exactly what the Universe is for and why it is here, it will instantly disappear and be replaced by something even more bizarre and inexplicable. There is another theory which states that this has already happened."

- Douglas Adams

Well said.

Jasmine...

Jewel;

A

Sight so

Magnificent; the

Innocence that

Never will be mine just

Enough.

Jasmine

One Year

Wow... I cannot believe that it has been one full year already. Sadly I remember everything so clearly as if it happened yesterday. The day after I came back from a short spring break vacation and I heard to my despair the devastating news.

Oh who am I kidding, I can't write this formally. This is killing me inside and I'm tearing up with each word that I type. I can't stop now though, because I had realized the days after she passed that I can truly express my thoughts and feelings through spoken or written words rather than my clouded thoughts alone.

If I don't spill my feelings about this out into words, then I know that I'm going to boil, which isn't going to do me any good. I'd rather realize what my feelings are capable of rather than speculate what is not there.

So yes. It has been one whole year since that dreadful day when I learned that she passed. Her fight against cancer was undoubtedly the most inspiring battle that I witnessed first-hand. I felt as if I was the one with the cancer fighting endlessly to stay alive...

But I know that her effort did not, and will not, go to waste. Not at all. She was a God-sent, described not only be me but by many people who supported her and were inspired by her. Her fight encouraged others to fight harder to stay alive for those that loved them and those that they loved.

You have truly lived on forever. And I feel as if even now, you are right beside me smiling like an angel like you did every time I saw you.

I love you Prathna.

Bottled Emotions...

I don't understand

When you say

"You don't understand me!".

Of course I don't,

And I probably never

Will.

Don't let this anger,

This fear,

And above all

This sadness

Build up its pressure-

Until suddenly it bursts!

You tell me you bottle up

The emotions

To let the pressure...

Build.

What if instead of having

A cork-screw-

-Suddenly come flying off

And hurting someone...

You were trying to protect

As the pressure built,

Why not release such

Pressurized emotions

And feed them gently to them;

That Someone.

There are a finite number of Bottles out there,

Save One before Two (or More) break.

A Post Dedicated to You

Hopefully you're reading this. By 'you' I mean a certain someone. Remember how I told you that I do this blogging thing? Yeah I know it's lame but I still do it. If you read all my other posts, preferably the poems I write (which suck) make me more open-mined and I guess poetic.

Anyways, I'm really glad that you and I are probably going to be competing for gold in the singing competition. But lets not jinx it, as I go through that a lot already haha.

I still know that if it does come down to the two of us for gold, you are clearly the better singer. I mean c'mon, no one besides you hit that high note for Noor-E-Khuda at practice. Haha I just winged it like I do for every song, and I can't believe that I made it this far. I'm surprised because usually I'm a very bad singer. I know this because in the school choir, I'm like such a bad singer as I usually can't hit the right notes. Maybe it's because I don't become as emotionally attached to the choir songs as I do with Bollywood songs. So when I sang O Meri Jaan "almost perfectly", I surprised even myself for such a performance.

Anyways, I hope you're ready for the duo performance. Haha I swear you're going to regret having me as your duet partner because I take FOREVER to sing properly. Oh well, that just increases your marks. Haha alright I'm going to stop talking now. Hope you liked this post dedicated to you, and I'll see you Sunday.

Bye and good luck!

To Escape the Monotone...

Dull

Plain

Simple

Boring

Repetitive-

Monotonously

Increasing

In my methodical life...

One less calculation,

One extra step,

One extra beat in-

A rhythm that follows suit

Only until the crescendo

That I failed to increase.

Instead I increased

My monotone

And forgot about life.

Rather I lived in the lack of it.

To live,

I die.

I sang to...

(Ironically-

Paradoxically)

... Escape the monotone-

At the Shore of the Universe...

I am but a speckle in an immerse that is so big, that even the biggest galaxies unimaginable in size are invisible.

Whoever may be standing outside and at the shore of this ocean (if there is a shore) would see everything, yet observe almost nothing.

We, an invisible eye, may see them glaring at such a beauty that is our universe, yet we do not exist in their eyes.

Are we yet so significant after all?

If I look at you, or if I see you, and I cannot observe who you are... do you exist in my eyes?

If you see me, yet I cannot see you... do you exist in my eyes?

If we both close our eyes together, and rather observe ourselves inside and the possibilities that lie beyond...will you exist?

What if this time, you open your eyes and you see the other end?

What if you see... yourself...

And I ask you...

Do I exist to you?

Distant Pursuit...

Isolated in a desolate vacuum

Racing to one planet to wherever

Our pursuits will lead...

We are far from alone-

-As we race to a distant

Light at the end of dark-

May it be the stars that we see,

And let them become our Suns-

-Become the warmth for a while-

Until our flights begin again...

May it be the icy clouds

And let them absorb the heat

From a final spark of a faraway Light

And let it become an irreversible journey-

-In an increasingly endless ocean

Where this spark becomes the core of my Heart-

-Yet this ocean is anything but cold

As long as I race with my Pursuit...

... Not towards

(As One is not alone)-

-Rather. Together-