Update on my life

Hey everyone!

Sorry I haven’t posted in a while. I have no excuse besides the fact that my creative juices have not been working in my favor these past few days and thus I have no poems to share. And from that, I’m sure you can infer that I did not successfully finish NaPoWriMo. But never fear! There’s always next year—although I will be in college and who knows how much I’ll change within the span of 365 days.

Here’s a quick update on my life, just to clue you in since I haven’t written in what feels like a month.

1. Got a hair cut. Then got a shorter hair cut. And now I resemble Coconut Head from Ned’s Declassified School’s Survival Guide.

2. Had to write an inclass essay on a poem about a pig. Literally, the poem just talked about how fat and monstrous the pig was. If you want to check it out, it’s called “Sow” by Sylvia Plath. It was the weirdest poem I’ve ever read, and the weirdest essay I’ve ever had to write.

3. Finally got on to Pottermore… and found out that I was a Hufflepuff. For those who are not Harry Potter fans, people generally joke that Hufflepuff is the house where all the rejects from the other houses go, for the people who aren’t brave, smart or ambitious. So I wasn’t too thrilled, until I realized that the traits of Hufflepuff weren’t that far off from who I really am (loyal, optimistic and hardworking). And so I decided to embrace my inner Hufflepuff and make this mug:

It's a little hard to see since it's backwards, but it has the word "hufflepuff" written on the bottom, and it has the other houses' colors in the background.

And let’s face it, Hufflepuffs are GREAT finders! (Please tell me someone got the “A Very Potter Musical” reference). Also, funny side note, but Hufflepuff in French is pouf-soufflé and in Welsh, it’s Wfftitwff. So I can call myself a pouf-soufflé and not be lying.

4. Every year, senior members of the school newspaper create one last issue solely centered around seniors, college and reminiscing about high school, and at the end of the issue, one member writes a poem. And guess who volunteered to write said poem? That’s right—yours truly. Remember, none of my friends except for my best friend knows that I enjoy writing poetry, so I’m really going out on a limb here—or at least, it’s a limb for me. I still have traces of the shy kindergartener within me, though people don’t normally realize it. But you guys will most definitely be the first to see, critique and analyze this poem, so watch out for that.

And that’s about it! Again, I’m really sorry for not posting in SUCH a long time, and I’ll try to be more punctual in the future.


National Poem in Your Pocket Day

Since today is National Poem in Your Pocket Day, I thought I’d share with you the poem that I had in my pocket, except that you’ve already seen it (Loveliest of Trees — one of my favorite poems EVER!). So instead, I’m going to share this one with you:

One Perfect Rose by Dorothy Parker

A single flow’r he sent me, since we met.
All tenderly his messenger he chose;
Deep-hearted, pure, with scented dew still wet –
One perfect rose.

I knew the language of the floweret;
‘My fragile leaves,’ it said, ‘his heart enclose.’
Love long has taken for his amulet
One perfect rose.

Why is it no one ever sent me yet
One perfect limousine, do you suppose?
Ah no, it’s always just my luck to get
One perfect rose.


Did you guys participate in National Poem in Your Pocket Day, and if not, what poem would you keep in your pocket if you had?

To Kill a Mockingbird

“Until I feared I would lose it, I never loved to read. One doesn’t love breathing.”
To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee 

I had an inclass essay in my English today on any book that I’ve ever read in high school and in that inclass essay, it was recommended that I use quotes. So, of course I used the word “recommended” to mean “only if you really, really want to,” and the only quote that I actually memorized was this one.

Sure, it didn’t help me at all (the prompt was about the conflict between responsibility and a character’s passion or fury), but I am glad that I memorized because it is a really sweet quote that I think applies to all literati very well.

Have a great weekend!

Cult Classic

He wore a stiff black robe like the twelve other men and women around him, the odd ones out amidst the white garments that looked more like fluffy, soft sheep than robes. Everyone was drinking out of glasses that held sparkling liquid that he wasn’t allowed to drink—not yet.

It all reminded him of his older brother’s infamous parties, when the sunny, frothy liquid that everyone else drank was off-limits to his young, yearning body. But this was so much better than a high school party—this was spiritual, a way to find peace. It struck him as funny that, years later, that same brother had tried to stop him from joining The Flock when his own life was so disordered.

“Ow!” One of the white sheep prodded him out of his reveries.

“Come on! The hatchlings have already been placed.”

He ran to the center stage where the others had already taken their place behind the crystal goblet. When he was situated, a white sheep began to sing:

“The time has come for The Hatchlings’ Day,
when we will sing our song and play.
Observe! Observe! Our holiday
when our master will rise and say,”

There was a pause. Then a handsome man in sky blue robes rose from the throne behind the hatchlings. The hatchlings all squealed and looked at each other in excitement.

In a booming voice, the man said, “Bring the hatchlings to initiate.”

Raising his arm toward the hatchlings, they, in unison, all stepped forward and bleated out the words that they had been practicing now for months.

“I am we. We are one. One is Master. Oh Holy Master. Oh Holy Master! Oh Holy Master!!”

They drank from the crystal goblet together, as one, and twirled and twirled with their faces turned to their new sun, their new moon and their new God.

And the light from the Holy Master’s eternal omnipresence laid stripes on the sheep’s faces, like bars in a prison.


I know I said that I wouldn’t be taking part in trifecta’s challenge, but this one was too good to pass up. And I wrote in a poem in it, so I’m going to count that as my NaPoWriMo poem for the day 🙂

This week’s trifecta challenge was to use the word

ob·serve verb \əb-ˈzərv\

1: to conform one’s action or practice to (as a law, rite, or condition) : comply with

2: to inspect or take note of as an augury, omen, or presage

with its third definition in a short story from 33 to 333 words. Enjoy!

Mirror, mirror

This is a really quick and simple poem, but I feel bad that I’ve been shirking my NaPoWriMo responsibilities (I’ve already forgotten to write a poem a couple of times), so I thought I’d post it anyway.

God Damn It!

Say it next time you look in a mirror. Say:

God Damn!
I am beautiful.
I am courageous and honest,
kind, sweet, gentle
and strong, resilient—a warrior
whose golden glow is not because of the sun but
because of my own warmth, love, joy and beauty that I give to the people around me.

I may have my flaws, because,
you and I both know that the mirror never lies,
but these flaws only add to my character.
They only add to the amazing person that I have become—
through the years,
through the tears and the tough times that I’ve gone through.
It has led me to this moment

standing alone in front of a mirror

when I realize how wonderful
I truly am.

Say it.

Poem from Eighth Grade

I feel bad that I haven’t been posting for a while, but I don’t feel like sharing the poem I wrote today. So, instead, I thought I’d share with you a poem I wrote when I was in 8th grade, about thirteen or fourteen years old, that I think is pretty good, considering the age at which I wrote it. However, it’s also really angsty, like the kind of angst that teenagers seem to think constitutes good poetry. Let me know what you think!

The tip of the wing disappears from my view,
my last chance at catching gone in a few.
Sadly, I peer o’er valleys and hills,
leaning under the dripping window sills.

Calming me down is the sound of the rain,
smart as it is, I know who’s to blame.
Seeing the wings, I knew I should leap;
Instead all I know is just how to weep.

My road lies straight on, no surprises of such.
If only I leaped, I wouldn’t mind much.
Instead I’m still here, moaning away:
watching the wisps of my life blow away.

Sh*t high schoolers say

I go to a high school known for its academics and exceptionally bright students, but nevertheless, we still have our fair share of stupidity.Here are my all time favorite gems that have come out of my fellow classmates’ mouths:

“I swear on my prom dress. 

“I’m not that big a fan of money. I mean, I have to be in the mood to want it.”

“You know what’s funny? How j sometimes sounds like k.” —this was said to me by someone I have never said two words to.

“I can finally move my pecs up and down—it only took me all of Spring Break.”

This quote was directed to me and my short hair: “So… you’re going to wear a wig for prom, right? What color?” —Hmmm, let me think about that… no. And what color? I’m Indian. There isn’t a lot of room for change in the hair color department.

“Hey guys! I just heard the funniest thing in the bathroom” —Nope, no good conversation starts that way.

On King Lear: “I think that Lear had a homosexual desire for his daughter when she was dressed up as the fool.” When asked why: “Because he thinks his daughter is a man and Lear wants men.” —I don’t think that’s what Shakespeare wanted you to get out of his play.

“If I turn my cellphone on silent, do you think the teacher will let me text in class?”

Hope you guys enjoyed that, and if you did, check out this video about the stupid generic things you hear in almost every high school:

Also, quick note, I won’t be posting any poems for about a week or so because a lot of things are happening at school now (from some of the quotes above, I’m sure you can tell that it’s prom season right now), but that doesn’t mean I won’t be continuing on with NaPoWriMo. I’ll probably just be writing haikus everyday instead.

Have a good week everyone! And let me know if you hear of any other interesting quotes 🙂