New-Year Writing Contest

This cozy afternoon I decided to take part in this contest. This is being hosted by Srishti at The Srishti Blog ! Do check out her posts. They are wonderful and inspirational !

Rules:

  • Thank the person who nominated you/who’s blog you find this onI found this on Akshita’s blog at Anthology of Akshita’s Thoughts !
  • If you have a blog, list down the rules in a post, if not, contact/email the creator (contact page).
  • Add the logo of this post that is:
  • Last date for submission is 20th January 2022, winners will be announced on 24th January 2022.
  • Link back to the original post and the post of the one who nominated you.
  • Word limit ranges to 1000 words.
  • Inappropriate content shall be disqualified.
  • You can submit only one entry. 
  • Nominate at least 5 people to participate in this contest.

My Submission

Love On New Year’s Eve

I gaze sideways at the curtain because there’s just too much to say,
I anchor my words, my thoughts…as I wait for something you to convey. 

There is an urgency in this comfort, something my tapping foot awaits,
Yet, that time, the shadows of hope seemed to fade out the gate. 

My graphite scribbled intents are erased by your good bye,
I put a smile on, say the same and nod my head with a sigh. 

The 2:00 am disconnects are brutal yet so is when you say “good night”,
Things frustrate me, they confuse me
But god ! Talking to feels just so right. 

In many ways than one, you evoked feelings I never thought I deserved,
Believe me when I say laughs along with tears we’re served. 

Yet here I am, staring into your hazel eyes thinking if I can ever escape,
My soul feels unencumbered. I’m lost…in your surreal gape. 

Then comes those times where my tresses crave your stroke
While the hopes of that are futile and that of I’m aware
Just…sorry I am for those sleepless nights when all I wished was for you to be there. 

Then came that lingering moment when the freeze cloaked my clock
 (time stopped)
That night, those words slipped out as my heart lost the key to its lock. 

I’m smirking as I write these words, rolling my eyes cause these circumstances I don’t believe !
I guess all I’m trying to say is ‘I love you’ and baby...that wraps my New Year’s Eve.

Nominees

Here are a few bloggers I would like to nominate-

Thank you and Good Luck !

A Dark Mist

This is a collaborative post with Ishita at Thoughts Resonate. Her poems and posts are amazing and the way she can express her thoughts in such few words is just flawless! Please check out her posts and I promise you would be impressed beyond words! She and I wrote this poem together and her ideas were awesome! I hope we can do this more often as it was a lot of fun!!

You can find our previous collab post here


A Dark Mist

The cold floor feels comforting,
as the numbness caresses me slowly.
Sinking into my chambers of distress,
My fragile arms engulf me and me only.

In the darkness of the night,
the silence echoes in my ears.
I’m guided by the wind,
guided deeper into my fears.

Every single day, the mirror questions me.
I wish to wander where my solace lies,
I wish to forgo the constant anathema,
but I feel deluded by my unholy cries.

In the darkness of the night,
My thoughts obscure my reality.
Gasping for breath in the toxic air,
My grave lies beneath this calamity.

The cold floor is still comforting,
as the numbness caresses me slowly.
To put an end to these tribulations,
I surrender myself into this melancholy…

-Tanvi Kamra & Ishita Gupta

Paralysed…

“I hear it, but I can’t accept it…..I can’t let go.”

An ominous silence falls apart 
Yet the wind has a calmer demeanour. 
The rustle of the dried leaves stir the sound
As my heavy breaths become leaner. 

Then the grave next to me lights up, 
As if a Christmas tree in the cold. 
It sang it’s melody, so painful yet raw 
And the flashbacks of my past begin to unfold. 

The iridescent hallways reveal the bygone,
I hear a sound from the grave behind, 
then the melody descends to infinite,
As all the tombs sing a melody so divined. 

The melody of death leads me to the beyond, 
 Yet the soul of mine had other plans 
Frightened and terrified it tried to run
But we can’t escape from the truth in short spans. 

As if tied with chains, my body paralysed to the casket,
My mind and heart kept racing as if trying to slip off the fence,
But like every realisation , this hit me like a ton of  bricks,
Because it wasn’t the symphony of death but the symphony of acceptance.

That Highway Musing…

They say that when one journey ends a new begins… but what if I don’t want it to end?

The starry sky winks at me while my journey guides through two strips of white paint,
My destination is unknown, and somehow this thought seems so quaint.

The scent of freedom makes its way to my lungs and the open road blocks my throat,
The bliss of this liberty makes the path blur and my wide smile expresses my dote.

I understood the meaning of unconditional love while the wind from the car window blew my hair,
The knots in my mind are slowly easing up, this ardour is charming yet rare.

The street lights flicker their praise on me as their radiance caresses my cheek,
My lips tremble with gratitude while I sense my fading pique.

My past sits at the passenger seat while I tell her the tale of her upcoming drive,
But the plot lies in slowing at the speed bumps and embracing that underrated thrive.

I have a long ride ahead of me, so why waste my fuel by speeding up,
Just slow down and enjoy sipping the moments from life’s warm cup.

Dear roads,
All I have are these requests for now,
Can you not take me to my destination but also not my home somehow?
Can you let me talk to you without any words to say?
Can I just for a little more while, drive on this unleashing highway?

A Collab Post!

This is a collaborative post with Ishita at Thoughts Resonate. Her poems and posts are amazing and the way she can express her thoughts in such few words is just flawless! Please check out her posts and I promise you would be impressed beyond words!

She and I wrote this poem together and her ideas were awesome! I hope we can do this more often as it was a lot of fun!!


I Wish I Was A Kid Again

I wish I was a naive little kid again.

Unaware of the dirt lying within this world full of school rhymes,
Unaware of the scorns inside these people’s minds.

I wish I was a carefree, joyful kid again.

I won’t have to wake up to my nail marks crucifying the pillow,
From the stressful nightmares of tomorrow.

I wish I was that estranged kid again.

Unaware of the words insecurity, guilt or regret.
Unaware of the torture; now I wish to forget.

I wish I was that colourful kid again.

Always jumping towards the colour of rainbow and never pertaining towards black.
Always laughing merrily with friends and never thinking they would turn their back.

Tell me if I’m wrong,
But don’t you wish to be a kid again?
Away from all the disappointment,
feeling like you’re living in vain.

Tell me if I’m wrong,
But don’t you wish to be a kid again?
To enjoy life as you once did,
When insane and sane were the same.

I wish I was that kid again…..

Tanvi Kamra & Ishita Gupta

Dear Labels…

 Move on with your day, hold back the tears and pretend you’re okay.
No, I’m not desperate, just dependant on your support.
No, I’m not lonely, just cautious of the world’s falling fort.
No, I’m not crazy, just blinded by my teary haze.
No, I’m not jealous, just longing for your sympathizing gaze.
No, I’m not a coward, just scared of looking at my flashback.
No, I’m not holding back my tears, just stifling those emotions I lack.
No, I’m not self-pitying myself, just loading my soul’s heavy pile.
No, I’m not telling the truth, just trying to live each day with yet another counterfeit smile.

 

The Broken “Welcome” Sign

Some people in our life may not be there to stay…Then why do their words?

I live in this town called “Emotional Vulnerability”,
Where it tends to sing its own rhymes, pointing out its own futility.

The volcanoes of anger it has erupted and the lakes of tears it has filled,
No one knows this town except for me, because it’s my low self-esteem on which it is built.

The black ink is now spreading to other pages in my mind as I continue to sweep its darkness,
But now, it’s soaked too deep, looking like the dark sky, starless.

This town is now hollow by the dementors that didn’t knock,
But thanks for letting me know that my emotions needed a lock.

The glowing welcome sign has fused of this town and seeks for no repair,
But thanks for lending a hand and pretending like you care.

Why do I come back here then? Why do I crave this abuse?
Maybe because its the only thing that belongs to me, sadly, it’s my only muse…

Ideal Inspiration Blogger Award!!

Thank you so much Ishita at Thoughts Resonate for nominating me for this award! Her posts are so well penned and so beautifully expressed so please do check out her lovely posts💕

Ideal Inspiration Blogger Award Rules

  1. Thank the person who has nominated you and link back to their blog.
  2. Answer their questions.
  3. Nominate up to 9 other bloggers and ask them 5 new questions.
  4. Notify the nominees about the nomination.
  5. List the rules and display the “Ideal Inspiration Blogger Award” logo.
  6. Provide the link of the Award creator of ideal inspiration blogger award as Rising Star from https://idealinspiration.blog 

My Answers to Ishita’s Questions

  1. What does true friendship mean to you?

True friendship to me is where firstly you have a lot of inside jokes😆

And secondly, true friendship just includes supporting your friend no matter what. ☺️

2. How would you describe spirituality?

Spirituality is a broad concept although I perceive it as a state of being concentrated on ones soul and letting go of material irrelevances which come as we grow.

3. “All’s fair in love and war.” Do you believe in this? Why or why not?

No. Killing you brothers in war or slitting your wrists for love is just not justified.

4. This may seem like a strange and random question. What according to you was the most horrible/evil/atrocious thing done in human history? (It can include both recent and ancient history, mythologies etc.)

That’s an interesting question. I think the worst thing done in human history was that earlier people belonging to the LGBTQ+ Community were specifically sent to conversion schools and were given certain medicines to become straight. Many people felt suffocated and felt that they weren’t allowed to be themselves. This drove many teens to commit suicide.

Love is love no matter with whom.🏳️‍🌈

5. What is one thing that humanity needs to learn in these times? (I mean these times in general, not COVID-19 times!)

I think today people just need to learn to listen. I get it that you might have a lot of opinions but sometimes when someone needs to talk….Just listen. 

 

My Nominations

  1. MisaeMich 🙂 
  2. Life in Copenhagen
  3. haroonsblog
  4. Tarushispeaks
  5. The Eternal Words
  6. THE ENCHANTRESS
  7. Memoir of a Writer
  8. poetry.p2.blog
  9. Let’s read our words

I hope you all accept my nomination. I think all of yours blogs are amazing and you deserve this nomination💛💛

My Questions

  1. According to you what is a good ice breaker in a conversation?
  2. What is your one year goal for your blog?
  3. Whose your go-to favourite blogger?
  4. What is the one restriction that is most bothering you during quarantine?( I know there are many😆)
  5. How do you tend to deal with failure?

Thank you again Ishita for this wonderful nomination❤️💕

Take care and Stay safe💛

 

 

 

 

 

In the City of Goodbyes

I’d like to think we’re still underneath the same stars…even though you might’ve become one…

It was the sound of a pulse that dropped when they hesitated with the words “ You’re Sick”,
All the surgeries burned my soul, yet nothing actually did the trick.

The cancer couldn’t help but proliferate, while I hoped for the symphony of goodbye,
It seemed like I’d lost everything, while looking at my bare skull, I couldn’t help but cry.

But something happened that night when I heard your voice from the next room,
You lay there with your brilliant blue eyes, staring deep into my gloom.

You just smirked and waved and said hello in a mime,
Even the mirror was glad to see that smile on my face after a long time.

I remember our first “date” when we ate that pudding in the hospital cafe,
You gave me your silly smile, and it was perfect in every way.

You kissed me on the forehead and we made promises for the next day,
But destiny had its own plans, steadily coming our way.

That night the disease spread like wildfire in your lungs, ironically leaving your heart out cold,
The sorrow choked my throat as the tears inundating my face, down my cheek rolled.

Sometimes I wished it was me and not you who had to go and leave the other with hopes of tomorrow,
You made me see my Glass Half Full as you let me, your happiness borrow.

I made sure your stone stood strong just like your spirit in my heart is,
I come by everyday with that silly hospital pudding and talk to you about the times of us I still miss…

Dear Therapist…

Sometimes, all you can do is lie in bed, and hope to fall asleep…..before you fall apart.

Crumpled sheets lie all over my desk and every thought seems trivial,
The burned bits form the aroma, as my confidence becomes menial.

I question my existence as I drown in the alcoholic haze,
I realise the futility of hard work while the ceiling catches my gaze.

You see, I can’t scream “I need help” cause then they question why,
That question keeps me up at night yet my answer’s just a sigh.

I know I’ll have to return to this maze even though the constraints make me drop to the floor,
But the truth is that I just can’t keep wishing “this too shall pass” anymore.

Sometimes I just want to lay on the street and drown the noise of the cars,
All I wanna do is open my arms and fall into the City of Stars.

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