Miss you

People come and go,

death could come any second;

maybe tomorrow.

 

We do not appreciate it,

is it really a burden;

or is it just a hallucination?

 

We usually didn’t talk

maybe because our groups were different,

or maybe I just found you a little annoying.

 

You sneaked your phone to school,

we barely exchanged a hello

yet you asked me to get a pic clicked with you.

 

I already miss your shrieking voice

and your arguments with every teacher

annoying each and every one of us.

 

You were always helping others

you were a wonderful friend

I really wish I could make amends.

 

I wish there was a way you could come back

to hear your voice, to see you smile all the time,

to feel your enthusiastic energy.

But this time, I wouldn’t roll my eyes at anything you said.

 

I miss you. I lost a classmate, and a friend. Rest in peace.

-Nikita

 

 

 

 

Darkness

Do you ever just feel darkness

and the desperate hope

to find a reason

for what you do?

 

The prompt decisions

the overthinking nights

we never seem to be happy

no matter how hard we try.

 

We are a generation

of broken hearts and dreams

chasing things we know

are never going to be.

 

Wrong or right

satisfied or not

we put up a fake smile

and move on.

 

Good for nothing, a loser

is what you feel

even though you are talented

everyone makes you feel as if you aren’t unique.

 

There is light at the end of the tunnel

but what if there is no end?

What if it is just us

clinging on in search of hope in despair?

 

Yet again, who cares

so we put up a fake smile again

and walk away

hoping for tomorrow to be a better day.

-Nikita

Mirror, Mirror on the Wall

Mirror, mirror on the wall,

am I who people think of me at all?

To some, I am a threat,

to some, I am a friend,

but deep down not knowing who I am makes me afraid.

 

Mirror, mirror on the wall,

am I Chucky or a Barbie doll?

Why do you show me new versions of myself everyday,

making me miserable and full of dismay?

 

Mirror, mirror on the wall,

they say the pretty ones get it all.

Then why do I find myself standing in front of you day and night,

when I know I am no less than a dynamite?

 

Mirror, mirror on the wall,

thank you for being there even during my fall.

Mirror, mirror on the wall,

you are the greatest reflection of my life, of all.

 

Most of us find ourselves standing in front of the mirror everyday, wondering whether we are enough. I just wanna say that You. Are. Awesome. I know it’s easier said than to believe because I often find myself in front of the mirror having thoughts that I just shared. Just know that you are amazing and unique in your very own way. ❤

-Nikita 🙂

p.s. it’s been 3 years since I logged on and most of the bloggers I knew are gone, it’s so sad. :/

It’s Christmas Time!

Small balls of white sparkle,

cold as you touch them.

Merry Christmas and jingles,

one can hear both of them.

 

Everyone starts decorating their house,

with trees and lights in them.

The children wait for Santa Claus,

waiting for the presents Santa will bring for them.

 

Streets get busy with people and lights,

they sing and smile as they pass by.

The town gets lively even at night,

after all it’s Christmas time.

 

Hii guys! It’s Christmas month and I thought of sharing this poem that I wrote. What do you guys do on Christmas and what are your plans for this year? Merry Christmas everyone! 🙂

-Nikita 🙂

 

 

Happy Diwali!

The Festival of Lights has arrived, 

today everywhere you go,

you’ll see lights.

Everyone is engaged in making Rangoli,

for it is the festival of Diwali. 

Every house will be decorated tonight,

with candles, diyas and lights.

Children and elders will be busy in Pooja this evening,

thereafter the children will run outside to burn crackers and light up the sky.

Some will be visiting other’s house tonight,

giving each other gifts and wishing each other Happy Diwali with joy.
Hi everyone!

Happy Diwali, Enjoyy! Did you make a Rangoli? I did, I made a Peackok ^_^

-Nikita

Humanity

Come here child and I shall tell you,

stories of ages and ages ago.

Stories of when the dark conquered,

and how to be saved everyone feared.

The innocent hoped to see daylight,

even through the fading sunlight.

For they didn’t know what was ahead,

their kingdom, to pieces it would shred.

As they started losing their mighty,

they were however saved by humanity.

-Nikita 🙂

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 A poem for my six month old cousin

 

Well, hello everyone!

How’s it going? How’s everything? Remember in my last post, which was ages ago, I said I would be posting a poem I wrote for my cousin which turned six months old recently? If you don’t, I don’t blame you; it was long ago. So here it is!

Her laughter makes everyone’s day,

she is our  non stop entertainment.

She is so chubby and  cute,

she sure has mood swings,

but she still is everyone’s favorite.

She has got so many nicknames,

and of course, so much of fame.

Those innocent eyes- oh well,

you wouldn’t want a farewell.

How sweet dresses she wears,

sometimes with frills and flayers.

She is pampered by all of us,

I wonder what will happen when she grows up?


There it was, a poem for my cousin. She is so chubby!

Updates? There we go!

Personal updates: I am still in US (so long, eh?) and I’ll be leaving tomorrow for India. 😀

My holidays are over and school has started back there so I need to hurry up with the homework. AND I have got an exam just when I return. Great.

To my traveling: I covered California and other places and it was soo fun. I have watched the Disney Parade more than 5 times and I seriously miss it. 😛

-Nikita 🙂

 

 

Dear Best Friend(s)

They are always there for me,

even if they aren’t free.

They call me every evening,

to ask how I was feeling.

They cheer me up in my worst times,

and give me positive vibes.

They don’t let my day be an ordinary one,

they make it full of laughter and a unique one.

They are my closest friends,

people who I can proudly say are my best friends.


Dear P and S,

You both are wonderful, funny, idiots and probably things I can’t explain. You both make me laugh everyday, make me feel that I am special for you guys. We crack jokes, tease one  other and whenever a teacher announces a group project we three are always looking at each other, passing a look that clearly means ‘We three are gonna be the team. No matter what.’  I just wanna say that you guys rock. Yes, I just said that and I don’t know for how long you guys have been longing to hear that statement. xD Just kidding. We are a trio which can never be broken. I am lucky to have best friends like you. Stay the same, never change. ❤


Salut mes amis!

(Hello friends!)

This poem and letter was for both of my best friends. This post, I have been wanting to write for a long time (2-3 days) and I finally wrote that poem in school and decided to publish it.

I’m sorry for being inactive again, this homework has got me all messed up. But the good news? I have 4 days of holidays! (Including the weekend) I have tomorrow (Thursday) and Friday off. 😀 But I still have homework, wish me luck.

That was all for today, I hope you liked it! This was my twentieth post by the way.

-Nikita 🙂

 

School Life

Getting back into the swing of things is difficult for a student. Here’s a poem that’ll ease the back-to-school transition.

School life is the best stage of all,

where we study and have fun all day long.

We may at times find school stressful,

to have some fun we break the rules.

Playing pranks and detention we serve,

no doubt, it is sometimes what we deserve.

Some in class just wanna play games,

some just wanna study and work for fame.

But yes, I can say,

school life is the best,

when exams are at rest.

Sister Love

This is for you, my sister.

My sister is….

A person on whom you can rely on,

a person who will guide you on and on.

A person with whom you can play,

a person with whom you can have your say.

A person who will help you with your homework,

a person who will always have your work done.

A person who will convince your mom and dad,

a person who will always come to your rescue when your parents are mad at you.

I’m so lucky to be her younger sister,

I love her very much.