Posted in Poetry

Serendipity – Poem

I fell for your soul

When the sun shines, the rays fall,

You aren’t the yellow, you are the bright of it.

The warm around the regions roll,

You aren’t the intensity, you are the light of it.


When its dark out, no stars at all,

You aren’t the obscurity, you are the calm of it.

The silence around the regions roll,

You aren’t the loss, you are the sound of it.


When it seems like spring, the trees so tall,

You aren’t the nature, you are the value of it.

The refreshments around the regions roll,

You aren’t the view, you are the energy of it.


When it rains, the drops of element fall.

You aren’t the water, you are the cool of it.

The breeze around the regions roll,

You aren’t dew, you are the feel of it.


When the autumn approaches, the leaves all fall,

You aren’t the frigid, you are the zeal of it.

The chill around the regions roll,

You aren’t yet winter, you are the news of it.


Even if there shall be nothing at all,

You won’t be the grief, never will be the cause of it.

© Nimisha Sharma

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Posted in Poetry

Unrequited – Poem

Lingering rejection

Will it burn them to see my scars?

Singing along the zones, stretching those parts,

Was it not enough to give those lines,

Waiting for the response, not wanting the stars.

Eight different ways I made it seen,

Every gesture I did, I made it mean,

Longed the words in hundreds of conversations,

Then moved to observe the littlest of actions.

Would it kill them to let go?

Okay or not just make it known,

Still I know I’d be here no matter what,

Even if the rejection tears me apart.

Need that denial be spoken aloud,

I know its lingering there not so proud,

The speech of theirs will only clear,

The facts I know, the most I fear.

Posted in Personal

Social Media Status- (Guest Post) by Taranpreet Singh

As my health started gaining its charms and was set to find a calm track again, in my life, I was rewinded and paced with my social media fever once more after like those of my seasonal breaks. I was connecting my way back to my friends, feeling general to be in the normal population this time. 

I was being asked numerous questions about my change of behaviour these past months (being a reserved person, I don’t give away too much, better none at all). My birthday twin from those of my school years found me and I was attuned to his acquaintances in the fore time. Considering, we had been really close in the high school years to the point of almost calling each other’s siblings.

That’s when I ran into this hilarious entity who remarkably threw the remarks on my brothers cum friend. Found the name of the guy was Taranpreet and they *coughs* all called him ‘T.P.’, religiously. I discovered my own new Sardarji friend so I invented with calling him Paaji. Yeah we did meet online at Instagram but the thoughts were mutual about philosophy, not to say we both were science students so that had been finding its way in the form of logics in our pointless conversations. And we had been talking a lot beause the guy obviously had an open mind that cushioned my thoughts well in the sea of muddle headed people.

Ever since I found that he had a praise worthy vision on more than many matters, I asked him to write something for my ‘boom-out-of-the-box blog’. I still remember him reacting to my agent acknowledged writings because I had been so discreet about my fingers typing more than just conversations. At which, I’m pretty good myself with communicating.

Then what, I almost expected him to deny my request after finding his Oh-So-Realatable works. I was quite stunned that he indeed would write something for the site you are reading on. Then came my part where I said I’d be busy with exams so he has all the time in the world to write anything he wanted.

And one moody night of mine, I logged back in Instagram (we did talk on many platforms but that was our coolest hangout place). I get a message from him to check my email where he has already sent the piece. Much to my amazed mind, I simply checked the document and I was given with a satirical poetry…

They found a way to sell coke to kid’s man,

They made it orange and you get it via a double tap on Instagram

It’s generational addiction,

A widespread affliction,

And kids need a few hundred lines before they get high anymore man.

The real prisoners aren’t behind bars they’re trapped behind the screens

And no matter how hard you hit that like button you won’t drown out the screams of the tragic truth –

That we have a failing youth. 

And we’ve yet to appreciate what that means… 

 

When getting 500 likes on a selfie is a child’s life goal,

How can we expect that not to take a psychological toll?

So yeah girl that selfie looks candid as f**k on the 22nd try,

and yeah bro spending three weeks salaries on a pair of shoes makes you look so damn fly.

So we need to change, because we are running out of time, 

because I feel like it’s the end of the world and if you don’t believe me fine,

I just don’t know what else you would call a generation of kids who only do it for the vine.

Back in my day when the street light came on you had to be home,

but how do you explain that to a generation of kids that have a flashlight app on their phone? 

 

So I sit and I write 

and I try to make intelligence cool again but all the authority figures are telling us to stop acting like hooligans.

all I’m trying to do is make these kids believe in school again.

I’m sure people will be like ask me where I get the right to preach when I’m guilty of so many of those things and I’ll  say of course, that’s why I write, is it not the caged bird that sings?

So while it’s the 5th of November and everyone is streets screaming remember remember, know that I don’t need to hide behind a mask to stand before you today, 

Because I’m not afraid of the truth, I believe in what I say. 

So excuse me officer I’m not burning down the city in an anonymous mask,

I’m just trying to get middle school kids to enjoy going to class. 

 

And I’ll slow this last part down because I fear I might be going just a bit too fast. 

There comes a time and a day, when the people that care need to stand up and say,

that it is up to us to teach these kids how to act, 

and that we need to give the youth their innocent back,

 and until the day we all realise this fact, 

we will be forever destined to take 2 steps forward, and three steps, back. 

– Taranpreet Singh

A Concerned Adult.


Taranpreet Singh
IT Committee, UPES AAPG Student Chapter
B.Tech. Applied Petroleum Engineering (2016-20)
Specialization In Upstream
University of Petroleum and Energy Studies
M: +919536531928  Etaran.singh1112@gmail.com
    

I couldn’t thank him enough for this hilarious, still very real depiction of the current world in words. 

Another thought came to my mind that how similar I am in my mind with this piece. Feels like “Yes, we should regulate ourselves. After all, we are leading towards a messy future.” Social media is encourag us to present a false picture of ourselves to fit in the society and even moreover fueling the people to present vulgarity in any free form. 

The younger ones who have vacated minds for high thoughts are now learning how to be rad and kill it with their attitude. We, ourselves, are following the wrong directions and show-casing them for the hype of the learners to follow the lead. They are doing it quite well by one person being worse than the other. Now let’s all become the worst to down case him.

Being a pop fan myself I recall the lyrics-“I think my generation is growing up complaining.” Because apparently, “Happy days are few and far between” for our teenagers. And I really don’t like the way it sounds. (– lyrics of ‘Head Up In The Clouds’ by Union J)

Unknowingly, I was again inspired by another friend called Taranpreet Singh and he nailed it despite being a very young person himself at the age of 18. We still have renowned thoughts inside ourselves. All we need is to learn and apply them more.

Posted in Poetry

Memoirs

Back in the days, when I as well as every other individual lived a less intelligent life, things were pretty easy as either black or white. Now we all have discovered the gray and the various shades of gray (Also 50 shades of grey; pun intended). I feel time has sat itself on a roller coaster and is now hurriedly making its way through the end. 

What started as a fun journey has now become one of the twisted tales we all would ever make through.

Generally, we all have been through times that could be categorized as either ups, downs or loops in turns.

​She has it in her hands, the card of memoir,

The rear shows white, the face is a reservoir,

Of the days of history, those memories are preserved.

In a picture of past with secrecy and, reserved.

From the times when a girl with a young angelic face,

With glittery eyes under the sun, she wandered the place,

Her charm so deep, reflecting opaque specks of naive,

She sauntered there while radiating an image of belief.
Oh, how she was smiling still, intending before her,

Even when she didn’t know whose intensity will see it later.

Above are the eyes of hawk, remembering the reason,

Rummaging the points, those were good being frozen.
For now the knowing eyes, invading the knowing scene,

In the lost eyes, which dreamed the future unforeseen.

Never knew the time ahead would turn out like now,

But the soil of stated would only be ploughed.
The urge to erase it down is hidden inside and beneath,

The heart that wants to reverse the dawn of truth,

Wished she could be the same, like the smile in frame,

Not the current hollow eyes with an identical name.

Posted in Personal

Letter to the year 2016


“Dear 2016,
You may be an even number but you always brought me odd circumstances, everyday. I just want you to be over already. I hate you so much, you have no idea. Why? Because you made me face things I never wanted to see nor did I ever expect to happen. You made me provoke my demons time and time again, made me doubt myself, confused me over major things, left me unconscious of my own state, made me see the worst parts of myself and of everyone, weakened my resolves and senses, left me crying at the end of every night, bent me over my knees, had me begging to be happy or just find a little light somewhere or anywhere, made me numb, showed me filthy people, forced me to be hard on myself, had me lost myself in dark and made me see killing myself slowly each day. But I still appreciate some parts of you. I learned the difference between the people ho wanted to stay and those whom I wanted to stay, made me stand up for myself, decide for myself, hold things my way, how to be see it all crumbling down with a smile, made me strengthen the weakest parts of myself, fight the intruders, care alone for me, be there for me when no one was there, taught me to fight and conquer my demons and to not give a damn, how to be strong above the scars, to handle pain just well and appreciate the littlest of things that I may never get. I had done it on my own. Died inside to revive my soul. I may have lost the angel inside me but I found the lord of me. I learned how to fight myself but be there for me. I am everything I was afraid to be. But I still conquered my fears and rose above them. However, I still want you gone, you were really painful to the point of numbness. 

-Nimisha”


“The secret of getting ahead is  getting started.”

The end of the year, precisely a horrible year, is the starting I would like to infer on my blog. The blog isn’t exactly very trendy but it is a sidestep for my very needed escape from my internal thoughts and sometimes, not-very-inspiring, imaginations.

On the other note, I’d maybe write interesting stuff but mostly rant on the things I’ve seen and be ready for some dramatic scenes if you continue to read my blah-blah.

➡Like this random picture I found on internet which is ‘Nimisha’ from both sides- when you rotate your gadget 180°.

Credit to the owner.