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Tuesday, December 22, 2015

The Hero, by Rabindranath Tagore




 The narrative poem" The Hero" was written by Indian poet Rabindranath Tagore. Set in a young boy's imaginations this narrative has all the necessary elements and is rich in imagery. The characters, plot, setting, theme, climax and idea are all very clearly outlined.
 The setting of the poem falls within the boy's imagination. It is described to have 'spiky grass' and a 'narrow broken path'. It is also mentioned that the country is 'strange and dangerous'. The rurality of the setting is further accentuated when Tagore talks of the 'cattle' and 'wide fields'.


Monday, December 21, 2015

More Than This by Patrick Ness

 Hello! I had a sudden urge today to upload a book review, so I thought why not do one on Patrick Ness's " More Than This? I recently finished this Young Adult book that revolves around a teenage boy who seems to be all alone in his world.

Publication Date: May 1st 2014
Genre: Dystopia, Young Adult, Post Apocalpytic
My Goodreads Rating: 3/5
Source: Library Copy
 In this review, I won't be discussing the plot much, for fear of giving something away, but rather the general style of the book. I can't say that I loved the book- because... I didn't. But it wasn't bad. The beginning of the book is full of suspense, and for five Chapters, all you know about the main character, is that he's a boy. He's simply referred to as " him". The beginning is a little slow, but once you get into Part Two ( the book is divided into Parts 1-4) you get really hooked.


Sunday, December 20, 2015

Saturday Snapshot 19/12/15

I'm sorry both that this is only my second Saturday Snapshot, and also that it's a day late. So, I'm not going to keep you from the content any further.  This week, I'll be showing you some pictures of sketches I've been doing recently. I've started getting interested in art, and that's mostly thanks to two Youtube artists, Art a la Carte, and Baylee Jae. Here are the pictures, hope you enjoy! Forgive the quality of the pictures, they were taken from my laptop. I promise, the art looks better in person!
Portrait with colored pencil

A series of sketches inspired by my friend inked, and done in colored pencil


Art hanging

There's just too many

Bored, you stare at a screen,
Scared, against your door you lean,
Happy to your friends you speak,
Devastated, your tears are seen,
Annoyed, you create a scene,
Indecisive, you're stuck in between
Tired, you fall asleep

Too many feelings,
For me to register,
At the end of the day,
I just want to scream,
But what would life be,
Without any feelings?
 Would it be a nightmare?
Would it be a dream?

Does it really seem,
That there's just too many?
Or is it just our way,
Of creating a scene?

Poem Fanatic

Wednesday, December 9, 2015

The Expected

Great things are expected,
but not by those who they are being expected from,
For those who expect,
Don't expect of themselves

Those who's lives are changed by expectation,
May not always want it to be so,
Yet others thrive through expectation,
But they are not the ones expecting

If the expectation is not met,
An impression is formed,
Yet no one asks,
Whether you think it should be expected
Because you are not the one expecting

Poem Fanatic

Wednesday, December 2, 2015

How to make your writing better

Hi everyone! In this blog post, I'm going to talk to you about how I evaluate and criticize my own writing. This post will deal with opinionated essays, debates, formal speeches etc. I find that writing stories and poems takes a little more creativity, and so evaluating them can be harder. For the purpose of this post, I'm going to keep my writing simple, and discuss editing and analyzing using a sample piece of writing.
 The text below is around 100 words on hypocrisy. It could be used as an introduction to a speech, or maybe to an essay.The first sample will be a basic draft that could become a strong introduction. The red markings in and around the text, denote errors. You will find the corrections in the edited samples below. So let's get right down to it, shall we?


Saturday, November 28, 2015

Challenging myself - 2016

Hello! I know it's time for another Saturday Snapshot,but I had a little trouble with my images. So, I'm going to substitute the post for a book-related post. As you know, this year, I took part in two book challenges. I participated in the Goodreads 2015 Reading Challenge, and in Bookbybook's Big Book Summer Challenge.
 I read 8 big books this summer, and have surpassed my goal of reading 50 books for my Goodreads reading challenge.I am currently reading my 82nd book. Next year, I hope to set a goal of reading 100 books. I also hope to participate in the Big Book Summer Challenge again.
  I hope to read a few more classics next year. I haven't read many this year, and hope to improve that. I haven't found good 2016 challenges revolving around classics, so I'm simply setting my own goal. This year, I had a dismal record of reading only one classic- Anne of Green Gables. I am targeting to read between 5-10 Classics in 2016.
 I'm also not that good with reading memoirs, autobiographies, biographies- namely non-fiction books. This year, I read only two I read " Popular" by Maya Van- Wagenen, "The Diary of A Young Girl- Anne Frank". I am currently reading "Dressed to Kill" by Charlotte Madisson, which is also a memoir. I'm aiming for 5 next year.
 I'm also aiming to read young adult books. I've read quite a few this year, way too many for me to list here. I'm aiming for 25 Young adult books. All of these books will count for my Goodreads Challenge. If I meet all my goals, then I'll have around 40 books, and will have enough time to read some more good books.
  Let me know in the comments if you'd like me to update you on these challenges. Hope that you'll challenge yourself next year, and try and read some more books than usual. If you don't want to specify the types of books you read, I suggest you try the Goodreads challenge. You can set your own target, and any book of any genre counts. All you need to do is update your account every time you finish a book!

Wednesday, November 25, 2015

Sunset

This is inspired by one of the picture's you will see in this week's Saturday Snapshot. Here's a hint- it's to do with a sunset! Enjoy.

Sunset
A streak of red
A streak of blue
And a streak of orange
Stare out at you

A white sun
Sometimes an orange one
With a blob of pink
Or a cloud of light
What a beautiful sight

Pretty to look at,
Surreal to the eye,
To capture it you can try,
But you shoud
Remember the sunset sky

Poem Fanatic

Monday, November 23, 2015

Coromandel Fishers by Sarojini Naidu

Hello! For this post I will be exploring another poem written by Sarojini Naidu, called "Coromandel Fishers". This poem can be taken as an allegory, for although it speaks to fishermen, it's metaphoric value speaks to the nation, and can be considered a wakening call for the people of our country. When I wrote about "In the Bazaars of Hyderabad", I mentioned that Sarojini Naidu was one of our freedom fighters, and believed greatly in the Swadeshi movement. Naidu reflects her passion for India in this poem.


Sunday, November 22, 2015

Saturday Snapshot- 21/11/15

Hello everyone! I've started participating in "Saturday Snapshot", which is hosted by West Metro Mommy Reads. It challenges bloggers to put up a few pictures they (or their family/friends) have clicked every Saturday. This is my first post.... looking forward to continuing to share my experiences.
Batter in the muffin tins
This week, I baked delicious apple and cinnamon cupcakes from a recipe in Lisa Papademetriou's book, "Confectionately yours, Save the cupcake". I've outgrown the book,although it can be classified as Middle Grade The recipes, however.... are AMAZING! We baked 11 cupcakes, and they were all gone within 2 days. We gave three away, the rest were gobbled up by my family. Here are some pictures of the cupcakes and the baking process.

Cutting up some apples
Mixing the batter
Finished cupcakes


Enjoy your evening. Let me know if you've had any sweet treats this week in the comments section below.

Wednesday, November 18, 2015

A chameleon by Anton Cekhov

Hello everyone! Today I'm introducing a new series to my blog, called World Wednesday. I am not planning on posting these every week, but when I do, I will post about any piece of literature I’ve read that is set in a different culture, religion, country, state, continent, etc. It will be a window for people to share their opinions on literature that is outside of their comfort zones, and hopefully inspire them to read and learn more about other cultures. In a world that is so interconnected, it is important for us to know about other people's lives.
  For this first post, I will be writing about "A Chameleon" by Anton Chekhov, a short satire set in Russia.


Saturday, November 14, 2015

Should I stay, or should I go?

Should I stay, or should I go?
Would I rather be her?
Would I rather be me?
Should I go dress like them?
Should I stay dressed as me?
Will I be like them?
Will I be like myself?
Could I walk like her?
Could I walk like them?
Should I stay right here?
Should I go to them?

If I was you and you were me,
Would we survive?
Where would we be?
Would we pass?
Would we fail?
Should I ask?
Should I stay?
Should I stay right here?
Should I go to them?
Should I leave my friends?
Should I stay with them?
So many questions...
Some don't apply,
Others do,
the main one being,
Should I stay right here?
Should I go to them?

Poem Fanatic

Friday, November 13, 2015

Seasonal Delight

Hello! I hope you enjoy the poem. It's inspired by the style of poetry used in Anne-Marie Conway's " Forbidden Friends".
Seasonal Delight
White face,
Odd shape,
Cold taste,
Snowflake
Red leaf,
Brown teeth,
Yellow seed
Fall leaf
Calm slumber
Shining layer,
Water stairs,
Sea of summer
Bright things,
Fluttering wing,
Birds sing,
Flower of spring



Thursday, November 12, 2015

Sarah's Key by Tatiana de Rosnay

I recently finished the book, Sarah's Key by Tatiana de Rosnay. I don't usually do book reviews or recommendations, but this book was begging for one. The story is so sweet and unusual, and the characters are so vivid that I couldn't help myself.

Publication Date: June 12th 2007
Genre: Historical Fiction
My Goodreads Rating: 4/5
Source: Own Copy

  Sarah's Key consists of the stories of two characters. It moves between the narration of both characters until eventually one of the stories ends, and blends into the other. I found this quite unique. Although there are many writers who allow more than one character to be first person in a book, not a lot of them switch between milieus. 
  Tatiana de Rosnay switches between the story of a young Jew in occupied France and an American Journalist in modern day Paris. Although the Jew was born much before the American, the story allows them to share a bond.


Tuesday, October 27, 2015

A broken mirror

While I was drinking water the other day, I realized that the water ( when turned to an angle), made a shimmery line that looked like a mirror. Although it didn't reflect very much, it really did look like glass. This poem is based on the concept of a mirror that we think doesn't work. A mirror that shows us the blank voids we are turning into. This poem is inspired by the writing of another blogger, along with the mirror in my water. You can find this blogger at teenagetruth123.blogspot.in


Saturday, October 17, 2015

The Frog and The Nightingale by Vikram Seth

The Frog and The Nightingale is a narrative poem written by Indian author/poet, Vikram Seth. Written as both an allegory and a fable, Seth has personified the characters to an extent that allows readers to understand his theme, without making the literal poem very deep.
  This poem discusses common human experiences. Written as a fable, the moral message deals with self- confidence and trust. Seth's main theme discuses the exploitation of the gullible by the crafty. This is- unfortunately- something we must all be cautious of today. Exploitation occurs around us every day. Seth delivers his message through an allegory. It  is a message for the readers to derive, rather than one to be fed to us.


Monday, September 14, 2015

Summer Challenge; My total

Hey! I'm writing my last post about the big book summer challenge this year. I have read a total of  8 big books. They are:

Death on the Nile by Agatha Christie
Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen
The Book Thief by Markus Zusak
City of Ashes by Cassandra Clare
City of Glass by Cassandra Clare
City of Fallen Angels by Cassandra Clare
City of Lost Souls by Cassandra Clare
City of Heavenly Fire by Cassandra Clare

My longest big book this year was 733 pages. My shortest however, was 416 pages!! I think I did well, this being my first year. I think the only reason I read so many big books this summer is because I was enthralled by Cassandra Clare's Mortal Instruments series, of which each book is at least 400 pages. I only hope to read this many books next year. If you are interested, you can sign up for the big book challenge next year. I can assure you that I will !

Tuesday, September 1, 2015

The Green Envelope

The Green Envelope

I am a word,
And so are each
one of my friends
Together,
we form a letter.

The bus is the paper,
The windows are the stamps,
Along with the trees,
They form an envelope.

The trees and bushes,
The plants and shrubs,
Form a pretty green envelope
for a piece of mail.

Green envelopes are the best,
Don't you think?
They're the ones that preserve the best!

Saturday, August 22, 2015

In the Bazaars of Hyderabad by Sarojini Naidu

" In the Bazaars of Hyderabad" is an English poem, written by Indian independence activist and poet, Sarojini Naidu. The poem was originally published in 1902 from London, in Naidu's book of poetry "The Bird of Time".
   Written in five stanzas, not only does the poem describe the exuberant ambiance of a traditional Hyderabadi bazaar, it also encourages the Swadeshi movement. This was a  movement that played a huge role in the fight for India's independence. "Swadeshi" allowed Indians to buy products made and sold in India, rather than those made in India, then exported back to the country. This helped reduce the amount of money being collected by the British.


Saturday, August 15, 2015

Summer Challenge Update- Cassandra Clare

Image result for cassandra clareHey! I'm writing yet another post about the Big Book Summer challenge. I have read so many " big books" this summer, most of which you know about. I've read Death on the Nile, Pride and Prejudice, The Book Thief, City of Ashes, City of Glass, City of Fallen Angels, and I'm currently reading City of Lost Souls by Cassandra Clare.

   I'm so close to finishing the Mortal Instruments series by Cassandra Clare. I read the prequel trilogy, the Infernal Devices based on someone's recommendation, and decided to try the main series. After reading City of Bones earlier this year, I have picked up book after book. I've loved all the books, though I have to say that I loved City of Glass and City of Fallen Angels the most. I can't say anything for sure until I finish City of Lost Souls and City of Heavenly Fire, the last two books in this amazing series.
   I have read 6 big books this summer!!! I think that's a great achievement. I probably read the same amount of "big books" every year, but this challenge helps me keep track of what I'm reading, and makes my reading more official. If we talk about the whole year, I can proudly say that I have read 60 books this year, and have surpassed my original goal of 50. I now intend to read 100 books.
  Enjoy your reading this summer! Remember, you can still sign up for the big book challenge at .http://www.bookbybook.blogspot.com

Sunday, August 9, 2015

Paint me

ou would usually look at a string of words to try and find the meaning of the sentences  they form. However, I would like you to try and forget about the string of words on your screen. Find  the meaning of each word.Not the meaning of the sentence or the phrase, but the meaning of the word.Search for it, in your mind, and with each word, allow your brain to conjure up an image that you connect to whatever you are reading.Now obviouslyI do not expect you to read the whole post this way.I merely expect you to focus on words that you think are important, and let your inner eye paint.


Saturday, August 8, 2015

Summer Challenge Update

You've probably guessed this already, but this post is to let you know how I'm doing with the big book challenge, hosted by bookbybook. I have started [ and finished] my third big book this summer, City of Ashes [ by Cassandra Clare ]and am reading my fourth book, The Book Thief [ by Markus Zusak]. I know I started reading The Book Thief before I started City of Ashes [ in fact I only got the book yesterday], but I've only been reading the former book in school. I also felt that I needed a break from the Zusak's heart- wrenching and slow writing.
  I didn't realize that I had finished another Big Book until I logged onto my Goodreads account to update my status. I am glad with the progress  I have made in my first big book challenge, as well as in my first Goodreads Reading Challenge. I had set myself the challenge of reading 50 books this year, and I am proud to announce that I have finished 57 books. I am now hoping to finish 100 books this year.

Sunday, August 2, 2015

Summer's throne

Summer's throne

Each night, 
summer lends her throne to winter,
To remind dreamers,
of the wonders that await us in winter.

But when the hour passes,
summer sweeps in to reclaim,
the throne that is rightfully his.

And the dreamers struggle,
to find a comfortable transition,
between the rule,
of a king and a queen

Monday, July 27, 2015

Summer Challenge Update

As you probably know by now, I am participating in the 2015 Big Book Summer Challenge, hosted by bookbybook. I am happy to be reading my third "big book" this summer[ a book that's longer than 400 pages], and happy that this book can really be considered as more than 400 pages. The last two books I read were both less than 420 pages!
  I started " The Book Thief" by Mark Zusak last night and am pleased to say that I am thoroughly enjoying it. The book is 550 pages, so it will be [ at least according to me] my first really big book this summer. I hope that you have all signed up for the big book challenge, and that you are enjoying reading it very much.


Sign up for the big book challenge!

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Sunday, July 26, 2015

Am I happy?

      School starts soon. Really soon. In less than a week! And I don't know whether or not I'm excited.

I'm happy I'll be seeing friends,
But worried about my section,
I'm happy to be meeting my teachers,
But worried about IGCA reflections.

I'm stressed that we'll soon have exams,
But I'm waiting to decorate my locker,
I'm hoping to excel,
And not get stuck in any pranking scams...

So am I excited?
Or am I sad?
Am I stressed?
Do i feel bad?

I don't know,
and until school starts, 
I won't know!


Saturday, July 18, 2015

Monsoon


Hello! If you're new to my blog, then ... Welcome![ I hope you'll join our small community of readers]. I'm trying to be as upbeat as possible in these last few posts before school and monsoon wipe away the sun from the sky and [maybe] the smile from my face.

 I don't know if you have monsoon where you live, but it's certainly a prominent season here in India. Rains have started where I live, and I always find Monsoon to be the following things...
 
Monsoon is long,
And terribly wet,
Dirt becomes mud,
And about getting colds,
All mothers fret.

The sun is no more,
The sky is dull,
  In Monsoon 
days are endless,
and I feel,
Oh! so restless!

Monsoon, 
is a pleasant temperature,
but everything else,
is just
TOO LONG!

If you enjoyed this poem, you can check out some of my other poems here:
                               


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Thursday, July 16, 2015

The pouring of glass

  Have you ever seen glass in a liquid form, glass being poured? I most certainly haven't. But I come very close to seeing poured glass each night as my parents pour out green tea for each other. As the yellow tea leaves the glass kettle, it magically turns transparent, and upon reaching the glass reveals its colour again. It really is magical.It obviously looks much more spectacular in real life, but I hope I can share a little magic with you through this picture.

The pouring of glass

The melted substance,
Inside the glass kettle,
Leaves its home,
And is poured as glass.

For only a split second,
it remembers its home,
and reflects it upon itself.

What had been poured was glass,
but what emerged was tea
And the art of pouring glass,
is known only to we.


Friday, July 10, 2015

The perfect day...

Don't you think it'd be amazing to experience an ideal day? Of course, everyone's ideal day would be different, but I'd like to tell you what mine is. Let me know what your ideal day would be like in a comment below.
The perfect day

My perfect day,
Would be a lazy one,
Relaxing in a secluded home.

With nature around,
 And a  piano at home,
An enormous library,
would be my host

I'd spend hours reading,
Then hours writing,
I'd feel refreshed,
And I'd feel my best,
On my perfect day.


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Monday, July 6, 2015

Mountain to read

I have a mountain of books to read. Literally.  I have borrowed and discovered so many books recently, and I know that I have a mountain of books waiting for me to read.
 
A mountain to read
A mountain to climb
With every page I climb a foot, 
With every book I finish, 
I'll take a break.

I love knowing, 
There's another one waiting, 
As soon as I finish this one.

A mountain of books to read, 
A mountain I'll gladly climb.
Books for me to read all the time 

Thursday, July 2, 2015

The secret ring

While on our holiday in Spain, my family and I visited a small seaside town called Cadaques. The town had a Mediterranean feel to it, as all the houses were white, and there were small rock beaches. There was also a ring that I saw whilst there. I like to think of it as a secret ring.

The secret ring
A ring of azure,
over a cerulean base,
gifted by the gods,
to the seas of Cadaques.

A beautiful ring,
That Mediterranean Cadaques,
wears on her finger,
It is this ring,
that pronounces her engagement,
To the rest of the world.

This secret ring,
that shows itself once in a blue moon,
that shows us,
that Mother Mediterranean,
is there for us.
The "secret ring" was most probably formed by alga lying on the sea's surface. Cadaques is a beautiful town, and is great for a day visit. I hope you enjoy my imaginative poems. I only write imaginative poems occasionally, but it's fun to write them.







Monday, June 22, 2015

Father's Day

Fathers' day is celebrated in honor of all the amazing dads in the world.  It is a celebration that allows us to show gratitude and affection to our fathers,  something that we often need to be reminded to do. So,  Papa, I hope you like this poem.  It is my way of showing you how much I really love you.
    Dear Papa,
You are the foundation, 
That holds our family together
You are the pillar, 
That supports us

I am the sea,
And you are the beam of the lighthouse

As you like to say,
Our love ,
cannot be measured in inches, 
nor in miles,
For our love is larger than
ETERNITY

-Poem Fanatic

Thursday, June 18, 2015

Marble

I'm currently in Barcelona, Spain, travelling with my family. We reached in the evening ,following which we went out for dinner. After dinner, we walked around a bit, and I saw a beautiful piece of marble. It was oddly shaped, and it wasn't white, but to me it was marvelous. Here is a poem I wrote about it:
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Marble

Strings of Black,
On a bed of grey,
Meander into each other,
Creating the perfect marble

Pure white it may not be,
Nor may it be in a square,
Dark and Mysterious,
This marble that hangs in the air

The marbled sky,
visible in between two trees, 
is a splendid view,
The marble of the sky.


Unfortunately, I forgot to take a picture of the sky as it was yesterday. If I can see a marbled sky today, I will be sure to update the post, and add in the picture, though it may not match my description.

-Poetic Fanatic

Sunday, June 14, 2015

Summer Challenge Update

As you may already know from one of my earlier posts, I have signed up for The Big Book Challenge, hosted by bookbybook. I have finished reading my first book, Death on the Nile [ Agatha Christie], and was advised by Sue[ author of bookbybook] to read another one. Death on the Nile was only 416 pages, and I'm afraid this book is even shorter. I plan on reading Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen, which is 407 pages.


Challenge yourself this year, and sign up for the Big Book Challenge here. You have until September to read at least one book which is longer than 400 pages.

Saturday, June 13, 2015

The fjords

This is a poem I wrote while in Norway last year. We were on a ferry and out on the fjords [ inlets of water surrounded with cliffs on both sides]. I hope you like it

Fjords

A bird finds its way around,
looking so small
on the vast land it calls home.
The mist on the highest mountain,
Is naught but clouds,
Though from a distance,
It might look grand
A promise of fresh showers,
Granted by the gray sky
 lay unspoken yet heard
The plain of glass,
that lies flat on the ground,
Is the water,
No longer controlled by the wind.
The bursts of colour that dot the green,
Are houses along the shore,
Right before we enter the fjords.



- Poetic Fanatic

Thursday, June 11, 2015

Summer Challenge- I'm done with Book 1

For the big book summer challenge[ hosted by bookbybook], I planned on reading only one book. That book was "Death on the Nile" by Agatha Christie. As mentioned in my last post, the book was 416 pages long. Big, but not too big.
It was an AMAZING BOOK!!!! Oh wow! I absolutely loved the feeling of befuddlement  that I felt throughout the whole book. 
 When Poirot started to explain who the murderer was [ or in this case, who the murderers were], I realized that as a reader, I was a part of the audience that was listening intently to Poirot's speech. I love how Christie creates characters who seem so unlikely to do anything harmful, who seem so mild and gentle, but turn out to be murderers.
  I think that the beginning of the book was slightly confusing for me, because I couldn't remember the names of all the characters, and kept going back to the first chapter. I preferfed the ending of the book to the beginning.
 It's sad that three characters had to die before the truth was uncovered, but I think that the plot would have been incomplete without all 3 deaths. Oh well...
 As I mentioned earlier, this was an AMAZING BOOK!!!

Monday, June 8, 2015

Summer Challenge Update

The Big Book Summer Challenge is a challenge hosted by bookbybook. I have mentioned the blog in another post, so you can read that here. The challenge is to read one or more " Big Books"[ anything over 400 pages] this summer.
  The challenge started on May 22nd, and ends on September 7th. I am starting really late, but I have only just found a book over 400 pages that I would like to read. I am reading Agatha Christie's " Death on the Nile", which is 416 pages. I plan to read only this one book, but if I end up reading another book, I will be sure to post an update. If you want to join the challenge, you can do so here.
 I hope you join and challenge yourself this summer. I'll try to post some updates on the book as well, but they will just be short progress reports.
Well, it's time to start reading...
  Challenge poster

Saturday, June 6, 2015

Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou

" I'm a woman,
   Phenomenally
   Phenomenal Woman,
   That's me"

This is the confidence that each woman should have. Each woman should know that her beauty lies not in her smile, hair and clothes, but in her touch, her laugh and her work. Because all women are " women phenomenally, phenomenal women".


Monday, June 1, 2015

Seaside

This is a poem I wrote as a part of a creative writing workshop a few days ago. The workshop was hosted by Duckbill. To find out more about the Duckbill workshops you can go to :
http://www.duckbill.in/platypus.php

I hope you enjoy the poem.

Seaside

I hear a ripple,
caused by children plodding through waves

I hear the cacophony,
of seagulls hunting for fish
I hear the swish of their swoop,
As they capture their prey

I hear the chatter of parents,
As their children play
I hear the wail of a child,
As his creation is swept,
Away by a wave

I hear oh so many sounds,
At the sea's side,
I hear oh so many sounds,
By the sea's shore

- Poetic Fanatic

Wednesday, May 27, 2015

My day- In a special way

Do you ever allow yourself to just sit and ponder? It's a trick that really just helps me focus, and realize things that I would usually think of as unimportant. At my school, we follow the I.B. Program[ International Baccalaureate]. We also have an International Global Citizen's Award, the headquarters of which is in Geneva.
 This I.G.C.A. Program allows us to become better global citizens by asking us to reflect on the events that we feel have made us better people. We also have to do a community and service[ C&S] project for a minimum of 8 hours[ Bronze Award]. Our improvement throughout the year is observed, and depending on how sincere we are, we either receive or don't receive the award. This award program has got me into the habit of reflecting often, even if it isn't always for the award. This is a poem I wrote about pondering and reflecting.

I've been waiting,
waiting for the end of the day,
So I can sit back and relax,
And think about my ways

I'll think about how I became taller,
I'll think about how I became shorter,
I'll think about my day,
In my own very special way

I'll think about how I feel,
About what I did,
I'll think about my day,
In my own very special way

And most importantly,
I'll think about myself,
I'll think about my day,
In my own very special way.

- Poetic Fanatic


Sunday, May 24, 2015

Blooming Tea

Have you ever heard of blooming tea? I hadn't. At least, not until today. I went to someone's house today, and after brunch, they served some tea. But the tea wasn't just any tea. It wasn't made out of tea bags, or even tea leaves. It was made out of a blooming flower,


Saturday, May 23, 2015

The poetry concealed in books

Reading is one of my hobbies[ as you may already know from my last post]. Personally, my favourite types of books are those that are brimming with visual imagery, and that allow our minds to imagine. I've read Anne Of Green Gables by L.M. Montgomery-but in as an eight year old. I've been rediscovering this book of late, and have been reading a less abridged version of the book. This book is filled with imagery, and the way that L.M. Montgomery has captured the world around, and put it into writing, is absolutely amazing. In fact, it leads me to believe, that good authors find themselves unconsciously concealing poetry in books.

Here is an extract from the book:
"It was a little,narrow, twisting path, winding down over a long hill, straight through Mr. Bell's woods, where the light came down sifted through so many emerald screens that it was as flawless as the heart of a diamond. It was fringed in all its length with slim young birches, white stemmed and lissom boughed ; ferns and starflowers and wild lillies of the valley and scarlet tufts of pigeon berries grew thickly along it; and always there was a delightful spiciness in the air and music of bird calls and murmur and laugh of wood winds in the trees over head".

Isn't it beautiful? This book has so many descriptions like this, since Anne loves expressing what she imagines. The extract above is not a part of Anne's vivid imaginations, rather it is a description of her beloved "Birch Path". But, if you change a few words here and there, and the order in which things are placed, this paragraph could so easily change into a poem. Maybe it could go something like this:

The Birch Path
It was a little,narrow,
twisting path,
winding down a long hill,
and straight through Mr. Bell's woods.

Here,
the light came down,
sifted through so many emerald screens,
that it was as flawless as a diamond's heart

It was fringed,
in all its length,
with slim young birches,
white stemmed,
and lissom boughed

Ferns and starflowers,
and wild lilles of the valley
and scarlet tufts of pigeon berries,
grew thickly along it

There was always ,
a delightful spiciness in the air,
and the music of bird calls
and murmur and laughs,
of the woodwinds of the trees overhead.

This beautiful,
narrow twisting path,
was Avonlea's very own,
Birch Path

I certainly think that this description fits as a poem and prose. I may have not organized the words exactly how you picture it, but I think that all the descriptions in this book conceal poetry.

If reading is one of your hobbies as well, check out this post I did about book blogs:
Just a great blog...



Tuesday, May 19, 2015

Just a great blog....

Hi! This post isn't about any poem, or poet or anything like that. I love reading. In fact, it's one of my hobbies. For the past few months, I've been following this blog called "Book by Book".Sue[ the author] does book reviews, updates on the reading challenges she's doing, and once a week tells her readers what she and her family have been reading. A freelance writer, she also has a blog "Great books for kids and teens", which I visit often as well, but she mostly writes on" Book By Book".
 Her reviews reveal just enough to get you excited, without spoiling the book for you. I absolutely love her style of writing! She also is a freelance writer, and writes for some magazines and other websites. She has another blog on living with a chronic illness called " Learning to live with ME/CFS"

Book By Book: bookbybook.blogspot.in
Great Books For Kids And Teens: greatbooksforkidsandteens.blogspot.in
Learning to live with ME/CFS : livewithcfs.blogspot.in
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Friday, May 15, 2015

Do you ever feel.....


This poem is just one of those poems that springs to your mind. It's not based on any particular object, it holds no metaphoric value. It's just a surface level poem. Hope you like it!




Do you ever feel?
 Happy, joyous, jovial? 
Or do you feel sad, desolate, melancholy?

Do you ever think,
that you've forgotten how to feel
Because you simply don't know what to feel,
when others randomly spiel?

Do you ever believe,
That no one knows how to think?
Because someone makes a mistake,
Every time you blink

Do you ever forget,
that you really should believe?
Because someone will help you,
If only you think, believe and feel.

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Tuesday, May 5, 2015

I cannot remember my mother by Rabindranath Tagore

 The poem has been titled " I cannot remember my mother". It attracted me for some reason, for I thought that surely, a poem couldn't be completely empty. There had to be some form of nostalgia, or memory in a poem about no remembrance.  I realized after reading it, that I was right. In fact, the poem's title can be considered an oxymoron. However, the extent to which this poem is nostalgic, the amount of tiny details in this poem, wow. But I don't suppose Tagore was a Literature Nobel Laureate for nothing.
This poem has sensitized its audience to the poet's colossal loss, though the poet ,it seems,has made no effort to do so. There is nothing superfluous about his writing, and the poem seems like a true expression of his love for his mother. It talks about how his mother managed to leave her presence on everything before she passed away, and how those little memories of his,form an incomplete memory of his mother.


Wednesday, April 29, 2015

Music class

This poem was written on the spot, following advice from a teacher. If you're reading this, thank you so much, for this has opened my mind to new types of poems.

Music Class

The other day I had a class,
That reminded me vividly of primary school,
We all sat down and had a laugh,
All of us acting like fools.

But all the same,
it was great fun
As we all sat down together,
And we laughed and we sung

Together we sang,
A song about friendship,
Just three of us to start with,
And 23 to end with

Our silly class, 
In our silly classroom,
Three silly friends,
Singing in a silly classroom
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Tuesday, April 28, 2015

Mrs. Burne

I wrote this poem with help from a friend two years ago, as we attempted to create a scene for a play in a drama workshop.

Mrs. Burne
On a misty day,
In the himalayan hills,
Mrs. Burne sate by the windowsill.

"I want to go for a walk,"
She told her cook,
Picked up her coat,
And left with one last look.


Sunday, April 26, 2015

Daffodils by William Wordsworth

Often, we don't know quite a lot about poems. But when most people are asked to talk about a poem, they usually choose "Daffodils". William Wordsworth has succeeded in creating a beautiful poem in " Daffodils "that allows the reader to visualize each word.This beautiful poem is ubiquitous with similes and personifications.

 The poem starts off with a simile, as Wordsworth compares the only character in the poem to a lonely cloud. " I wandered lonely as a cloud". Following this, the poet describes hills and valleys, which might imply that this was written in an area of nature. Of course, that is also suggested by the fact that he saw " a host of golden daffodils".


A rose


Though eclipsed by all its leaves,
A rose stays defiant, determined
Strong till the end.
Through sunshine and through rain,
Storm and calm,
The rose will always win

A rose,
Is the rainbow in  the world of rain,
The light in the  world of dark,
The water in the world of desert ,
The adult in the world of Children

A rose, 
Is a blossom in a world of green,
Though eclipsed by all its leaves,
It stays defiant
Though thorns and branches,
Attempt to take away its beauty,
The true beauty of a rose is in its blossom.

No matter how many thorns,
No matter how many leaves,
The rose will always win
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Friday, March 6, 2015

"The chimney sweeper" by William Blake.- Songs of Innocence

The Chimney Sweeper is the title of two poems, the second one being an extension of the first. Written by poet William Blake, the poems follow the miserable lives of poor children, who suffer through the inhumane task of sweeping chimneys. The poems were published in "Songs Of Innocence", and "Songs of Experience".


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