I was reading something mathematical and got bored, so I wrote this. It’s related to the last post about puzzle pieces and geometry in a very abstract sense. Also, it made me think about going in circles. How those circles turn into spirals and we can’t seem to get out of them. This has a very ‘i will save you/some superhero’ vibe to it and I hope it does save a certain someone, hehe (in my own delusional world of course, a girl can hope).
Because you’re running in circles,
I’m hopeful I’ll catch you someday,
I might be a tangent passing by,
But we’ll meet at a point,
And if you let me,
We can change your trajectory,
And not be bound by geometry.
Don’t be such a rhombicosidodecahedron with me,
Leave your edges at the door,
We’re two shapes that fit perfectly. Don’t you see?
Thank you for stopping by. Glad to have this intersection. Have a great weekend ahead! (:
A little caterpillar on a big oak tree, Falling in love with the hide and see, (finding the best spot for shade, blending in with the bark, making a small mark). Turning over a new leaf Or at least trying, adding belief. Tumbling from branches, hitting the ground, Life’s great adventure lies in playing around. (No creature could have been stiller when it came to pursuing the big dreams)?
Inching to crawl, Hearing the call, (Beyond words and thoughts, it was coming) Something so deep, A cry to evolve, a deafening weep. (A dance within, change was looming in place).
With another slither, The cocoon whispered, “come hither” Everything became s l o w, Sky and sight disappeared. (All was blank, in this blanket’s show).
Hugging its skin like gentle fluff, The cocoon became soothing, Breaking the warmth, becoming rough, Cold air brushed the new body – blooming. Like a flower that came to life, Testing its wings like they were petals, The butterfly took a flight, A new world went into view, The flapping wings appeared blue, Something ineffable, only divine, As if nothing could take away its sun-kissed shine, It floated over the trees, Tasting nature’s nectar, finally free. Ready to make another leap, Fear started to weep. The adrenaline of truly being alive, Was such a magical dive. Something inside was afraid fear would arrive, But through a smile of the eyes, And a breath of love, So many more surprises Awaited these wings delicately above.
incessantly I threw a ball against the wall you’d become. brought in heavy machinery to atleast tear it down. you told me home is where you were and I took that to my heart. the closer, the closer I got no place came in sight only obstacles did. when I exhausted myself I drew graffiti the best one I could and turned my back to you I never thought I would but I really needed to go home. a home. I just don’t know where yet.
a hand that you used to hold tight and knew like yours felt the strength of traced the lines of, front and back slipped from your fingers like sand like time it’s too late now to get it back because you doubted, suspected that it wasn’t holding you but that it was holding you back.
(like a kid loves a flower and tends to it who waits for it to bloom but then plucks it.
like a middle-aged woman who tries to decorate her empty nest but donates the extra furniture to get rid of all that emptiness.
like an octogenarian knitting new sweaters with her shaking fingers and fading memory by unraveling wool from old ones.)
…you think I do. for everyone, it’s different sometimes love can become a weakness.
the problem is you love me now for a wildness that can not be tamed. you love me in your spilling youth and right now even though I’ll never let you see it all I have is me right now I can’t share what’s left.
it wasn’t like that before, the thorns on her bleeding heart were new. he gave her roses, she put them in her favourite vase, but like all good things that made her feel special, the flowers wilted too soon. the petals formed patterns on the floor, and the wind blew them away, nothing remained.
she wore her heart on her sleeve and kept the arteries in her pocket.
when it was time to throw out the stems and the grungy water, she got pin-pricks all over her, stained her perfectly dry-cleaned shirt.
it was a tale as old as time, as she tried to love someone worlds apart. that’s how she ended up with a badly stung heart.
(The title worst-stung heart is from a prose piece by Mary Oliver in her book Upstream. Due to copyrights, I don’t know if I can include that here.)
Crystal clear glass panes gazing back at her with empty eyes, the concrete jungle bustles by whilst her lonesome spirit dies.
Reaching out for the reflective barrier in front of her, a certain numbness travels through her fingertips and makes its way to her soul; dimming the tolerance for mindless city chatter in a flourescent flickering that never sleeps.
Discontent reverberated through her cells, well-versed with the heedless world. Restlessness of the hive and way of life shadowed now, behind her. Cotton-candy clouds underneath, the plane wings splitting through a canopy of white to unveil itself as the thick atmosphere dissipates. Lowering and lowering, the plane wings glide through foreign tree tops, a green she had not yet been blessed to witness.
Stepping into the rustic air, the concrete on which her heels tap reminds her of the past heavier than the luggage she carries on her arm.
From one transport vehicle to the next, she makes her way to the hills. Entranced by the viridescent shimmer of conifers and sprouting weeds, from the pocket of her jeans, she swaps her hand to trace the rough exterior of the trees. None of the city maps could have led her here but she’ll need one to leave. Is that what it’s like to be free?
She lost herself betwixt ever changing leaves, heady among the trees. She wept joyously beneath the wild skies as she saw the stars shining brightly. They shone and debuted stories of ancient times. She pinched herself, she could not live an ordinary life with an undisclosed universe camouflaged from her eyes.
Towing her luggage she knew they wondered why she left, toher but an alien, to them an alien species to her. In this clearing she knew that they were not sharing light, the glaring hive was sharing fears.
– Amber + Aarushi (the Concrete Jungle Liberation squad)
Thank you so much for reading! Writing this was such a great experience, we hope you like this as much as we do. REM-AMBER that Love is the answer!
You whisper sweet somethings to me when I’m weak, You do the talking for me when I can’t speak.
The thought of you keeps me company, I find comfort even in your critique. Your soul upon mine, Melds into something unique.
What if love is more than emotions in its entirety? Maybe love is more than you and me entirely? The music of your aura is the answer, The force behind my smile, the dreamy dancer.
You’re still with me no matter my imperfection, It’s the beauty in the way you stay for my protection. Maybe we’ll meet in some other dimension, For now, you’re just my reflection. Standing in the mirror, revealing who I should be And loving this version that I see.
I am whole, you were my missing peace, I see you in me, I hear you within. Anchor your heart here and leave it down, You’ll always be there if I ever start to drown.
– Ace + Aarushi (the dreamy dancers)
I’m so excited to present this COLLABOR-ACE-TION with the one and only, Ace.
We had such a fun time writing this, hope you liked it too. Thank you so much for reading!
Hey everyone. This post is brought to you by Ace. I want to thank him for thinking of me and nominating me for this award. He’s an amazing-awesome-fearless person, a talented writer and an inspiration. If you like poetry, check out his blog! His poems have such an uplifting message of hope and self-love, which I love very much!
1. Movies or books? 2. A piece of advice that you live by… 3. What mythical creature would you want to be and why? 4. Do you play an instrument? 5. What’s your favourite food item to order but not cook? 6. Are you more of a homebody or a wanderer? 7. Do you believe in horoscopes?
sheilded from the crowd among trees and the shrubs, it’s a privilege to be sitting by the lake thinking about you, next to me or in theory, where we used to look happy.
now i feel the breeze on my skin where i used to feel you, i tell my secrets to the waves, the ones i never told you.
when i leave, i hope i know myself better, when i leave, i hope you decode my love letter.
even if you don’t, atleast now i’m free.
It all started when I had some regrets about my future. Cheers to you for sticking around after that! The feminist part of me went on vacation there for a while. I’m done being all hashtag heartbreak. Let’s refill our glasses with awesome drinks now (milk, if you’re underage) and write about all things that are beautiful in this world. Or atleast try to!
you weren’t there today either, and i know in due time, i’ll have to let that idea go, it won’t be easy as incorporated into your essence is an essential part of me that believes in being happy.
before you go, just give me a sign. will i ever be okay? you made me so sad, i’m unsure of it. will you ever walk into my life again and not away? you were my best muse yet, as it didn’t hurt as much as it used to.
tell me, i will take your word for it and not twist it, i promise i’ll not misinterpret it.
So before you go, Let me know If I can follow.
Thank you for reading everyone. This is my 150th post on this blog. I’m elated about reaching that number. Thank you for your support, I appreciate it so much. I swear, your encouragement makes me a better writer. Much love.❤️
you were there with me to all the places i’d been,
i used to be disappointed by anyone that wasn’t you,
i thought you were the most fascinating and interesting little thing.
My horoscope said that writing too many amateur poetry pieces about one person, will not increase my chances of getting noticed by them especially due to the covid-19 restrictions. And I couldn’t agree more.
I also think that it decreases the probability of accidentally bumping into them at the nearby grocery store. I’m glad that the stars and my brain are in alignment today.
Thank you for stopping by my little corner on the internet. I hope you decide to stay! I’m Aarushi and obviously-going-through-something. ❤️
Ingrained on my skin were seeds of flowers that you sowed, But they took weeks, months, To grow.
I was waiting for nature to take its effect, I was waiting for something to bloom, But the reality of you was like a shadow looming over them, And now I’m starting to see the flaws about their placement.
I’d rather be wrong about everything else, Than be wrong about you, But I don’t think I’ll get that chance, And I’ll be fighting against myself and common sense.
A glimmer of hope takes over me, And of that, I still can’t let go. You’re this daydream of an unkempt garden I keep dreaming, But can never visit. I know you’re not real, For ghosts to even exist, shouldn’t I first feel something?
(Bouquets haunt me when I sleep!)
Hey, guys. This piece was like therapy for me or like a shower of rain we wait for on hot, humid, sad, bad days. The part in brackets was meant to be funny, I don’t know if that translated well or not. Even though I’ve definitely felt my feelings the last few weeks, I couldn’t get them down on paper. Maybe I spent all of my creative energy into daydreaming, MAYBE.
Recently, it’s been like someone put my sense of self in a mortar and pestle-d the hell out of it. So ending this with a question felt fitting.
Alternative title: You’re starting to fade and that’s okay
maybe i’ll find you in my memories of the ferris wheel. the first time i sat in that cold metal box, kept warm by a crocheted scarf, i was dizzy and when i felt my pulse, it was erratic, i held on to my seat tightly, but the ascent and descent made me ecstatic.
i’ll keep looking and my mind will be all over the place.
i’ll find you in my worst fears where you’re a shapeshifter,
in my grief where you’re the one pouring buckets of water on me,
or in the wild moments where i can hear you scream and let go.
maybe i’ll try to fit you in a drawer where i keep the stolen moments or hide my past, but i’ll rummage and damage everything, and i won’t find you.
you’re not for keeping, you know it too. you were long gone and i was soul-searching, no wonder why it all became empty.
do you have a room in your house where you keep the lovely things that are cherished but b r o k e n by accident or on purpose to signify your materialism but with a sentimental value attached to them beyond the 4th dimension?
(there might be incomplete pieces of board games from your childhood that hide the wear and tear you had to bear.
there might be shards of glass from your favourite vase that you threw at the wall in frustration but cried about later.
or there might be gifts in there from friends you used to know but don’t fit your life anymore, as they don’t match the decor.)
so i gaze out the window of this first floor café.
a squirrel munches on an orange flower for it’s lunch,
sparrows play hide and seek in the vines that traverse the lawn,
people filter in and out.
a gentleman in a tweed jacket smokes his cigarette,
after two more, he opens the door and warmth escapes the room.
you’re picking out tomatoes from your salad,
my fork and spoon lay untouched.
i pick up my knife and cut the cutlet i ordered in two,
put the half on your plate,
and muster up the courage to say, “I need a break.”
you look relieved but don’t say a word.
I’m the spectator in this story, sitting in the corner with a cup of coffee. I tried to narrate what the person was witnessing in that state of mind via metaphors and subtle signs she was picking up in the room as she asked for what she wanted.
i’ve bet on a winning horse. i’ve played high stakes poker with a royal flush. the slots aren’t fun, and whenever that little wheel spins, it lands on your lucky number, and then i remember you. can’t you see i’m bored? these are games of involuntary solitude. you know i’ll give up all of them, if you glance at my table like you used to.
who cares what cards we’ve been dealt, i just want you hold them and sit there. you have such a sweet tell when i call your bluff, your eyes turn left and you smirk. you look pretty enough for me to paint in excruciating detail. i wish i had some memories to guide my brush, if i can ever find the right colours. the world is one painting short and i care very much.
(the title twenty one is another name for blackjack, and the attached image is a royal flush from poker)
*interested in this stuff from a mathematical point of view only*
This year has been one long day, And if it’s just us, All the moments blur into one.
Our unresolved issues, My unmet expectations And fights I surfeit, Compress the space I desperately want, From the thoughts I don’t really need.
Just when I think we are past that, Chaos begets chaos, And with a vengeance, Our old habits resurface to polarize new beginnings, Into what’s worth and not.
We fall back on wasted memories like memorabilia, Hang on tight to albums and dog-eared novellas. Remnants of words that were once said, Remain tessellated on tinted windows, And echo in the close chambers through which we see the future.
This is about how our own fears and negative thoughts can be suffocating for us. I posted this last year but it felt gloomy back then. Still does, but I think my perspective and the connection to this piece has changed.
Hey guys! I was thinking about changing my blog theme. I thought about updating it on New year’s day but I got sick then, and with February approaching, today is the day! I’ve been on WordPress for 2 years now, yay! I made this blog to keep me motivated to write and it’s done just that.
Thank you everyone for your support. The upcoming cheesy rhyme is for you all.
I’m not the best at maths, But I’m happy with these booming stats. I’m not good with numbers, but I’m really grateful to the 300 followers.
Maintain a balance between the amount of crazy you make the world and then the amount it makes you.
You never get enough of what you don’t really want.
Don’t take water soluble vitamins i.e. B complex and C with diuretics like coffee.
If you can’t spend money on presents, DIY stuff. I can’t believe you didn’t think of this before.
Don’t get caught up in the drama of a story. Try to understand the meaning behind it. It’s not ‘things that happened’ as they’re always more than that.
Accept what you don’t know.
It’s not about the food but the people you share it with.
Don’t keep your clothes in a room that has windows. You’ll never change there. Just saying.
You can’t care about everything.
instead of being harsh on myself this year, i wrote down some snippets of advice for my future self. some of them are very specific or annoyingly vague or plain obvious, but i hope they serve as a reminder to you to be kind to yourself too.
Empty rooms aren’t so, I feel you here, Even as you go. I’ve always wanted to grow, Into so much more. When I find what I’m looking for, I wouldn’t know. I’m not clear about what I miss, But aware that something is missing, From my life, From our lives, That aren’t worth leading, As they feel shallow.
All that time when we were walking, I wanted to hold your hand in mine, As your warmth would have been anchoring, That day, I thought I was going to fly away.
It’s been a tough year and there’s nothing holding me here, You’ve got a home, not me, I’m always standing in the shade, I swear, the overhead canopy just wants me to leave.
The cold air doesn’t freeze my feet, I’m known to never quit a good deal, But I plan to make a major move Do you have a reason for me to stay? I don’t have a lot left to prove.
Maybe this road remembers me, Maybe the grass is rooting for us, But apart from you, I don’t exist, And I know that’s not good, So I’m trying not to drown in self-pity, I want to catch you up on everything, Because if not with you, I don’t belong in this city.
With your speed, you run away from me With your strength, you drive an axe between us With your humour, you tell me you’re trying With your power, you tell me you’re better off With your control, you tell me I’ve got it all wrong.
With your actions, I sense that it’s the end of a bittersweet saga.
I might spend my life running away from people like me, But thanks to you, I learnt to share, If I take the blame when you put it, It has to be 50/50 Before we part ways.
So with my determination, I put this all behind me.
thank you Wardah for nominating me for this. you’re an amazing writer and i am just mesmerized by how you put together such simple yet alluring poems. to everyone reading this, check out her blog, it’s so worth it. get to know her more through her q/a posts. read her poetry, she’s so talented.
Display the award logo on your blog.
Thank the blogger who nominated you and provide a link to their blog.
Answer 5 questions from the blogger who nominated you.
Nominate 10 – 20 bloggers.
Notify your nominees by leaving a comment on their blog.
Ask your nominees 5 questions of your choice, including 1 weird or funny question.
Share the link to your best post.
3 facts about me:
i am studying dentistry. if not this, i would have studied zoology.
i love reading, painting, dancing etc. even though i rarely make time for these things and end up writing most of the times.
i love jokes but i take everything too seriously.
My best post:
all of my posts here are very close to my heart and personal to some degree. i recently completed a 100 posts here, so out of that if i had to pick my favourite, it would be: Hearsay
What was the best day of your life so far? -that would be when i went to a wildlife sanctuary with my family and i got to spend the whole day there, just looking at the biodiversity.
What’s the most important thing COVID-19 taught you? -self-reliance, i am still learning that even after 6 months of this solitude.
If you had to spend one day as an inanimate object, what would you choose and why? -i would be a clock on a good day. those days where time flies by but you still remember every moment. you look at the clock wishing there was more time left. that clock would be me, i’d want someone to look at me that way. even inanimate objects have some life to them, so yeah. i probably don’t make any sense.
Have you ever almost died? If so, share your story! -once i crossed the road too fast and just milliseconds later a car rushed behind me. i was so scared. the light was green for pedestrians, i didn’t see it coming.
Do you believe aliens exist? -they have to, okay? they have to. life only existing on earth is too lonely of a concept. biology is just too amazing to not to be applicable universally.
nominees (i have nominated some people i would love to read more content from, i hope you all answer these questions, i know i am excited to read the answers)
I am soaking up all that sunshine from this second nomination. Thank you so much to the lovely Wardah for that. Her blog is my declared favourite corner of the internet and once you open it, it will be yours too, I promise. Also, her pen name means rose in Arabic. How pretty is that? Very. Let’s get started with the Q/A but not without some rules first.
Thank the blogger who nominated you.
Remember to list the rules and indicate your award nomination by including the logo.
Answer the questions that has been given to you.
Nominate 11 bloggers who inspire you (or as many as you can).
Make a new list of 11 questions for your nominees (please keep them interesting and as interactive as you can think of, so everyone involved can enjoy this process).
What do you do before you go to bed? -brush my teeth and put in eye drops, it’s a very boring routine to put me to sleep.
What is the best part of the WordPress community? -i started this blog over a year ago, posting on wordpress has kept me motivated. reading and being surrounded by other creative people is the best part. blogs are so helpful, insightful and have opened up a new world for me.
Do you prefer the morning, afternoon, or night? -definitely a night owl when i have had coffee in the afternoon. i write down most of my ideas at that time too.
What’s your favorite dessert? -just sugar in general, honestly. i have such a sweet tooth despite studying dentistry.
What is the best gift you’ve ever received? -my sweet, sweet books. it’s a gift that keeps on giving.
What is the best way to cheer you up when you’re down? -very easy. just tell me a joke. i try to laugh reluctantly at first but then give in.
Have you ever almost died? -sort of. we all have this type of story, no?
What is your first memory? -i can’t recall them chronologically. so there might be a few first memories. they’re images that play in my head sometimes, like riding the bus to preshool or eating chocolate for the first time.
Fruits or vegetables? -tomatoes.
What is the best place in the world? -home, definitely, wherever that is.
Do you like surprises? -i love them! i love planning them, coming up with more ideas and executing them. i get too impatient when someone plans them for me though.
What is the most exciting thing in your life currently?
What inspires you to write?
What are the things you like about yourself? Name as many as you can.
What is the hardest thing in a friendship?
What are three things you can’t live without?
Something you want to change about the world…
Your favourite birthday memory…
Things/people you make time for…
Name something people should appreciate more, a skill, art, person etc.
Books that you would read again and why?
A project that you would like to start in the future…
If you’re new to my blog, welcome! I’m Aarushi and I write poetry about topics like hope, mental health and much more. If you wish to, leave a greeting here and at Wardah’s page. Thank you so much for reading!
I have been watching a lot of movies lately. Some aspects of a particular genre really bother me. Romantic comedies are light hearted but all of them send a unanimous message about our expectations from life, the way we form bonds and the overwritten importance given to chance encounters. I wrote this to comment on that. Recently there has been a shift in telling these stories, they’re more focused on female friendships (eg: Bridesmaids, Booksmart) and a greater meaning in life. Also, a more realistic depiction of the happy-ever-after concept, which is just so amazing and a much needed change.
Warrior, for here … is an unusual rhyme, but it works right? This is a short poem, more posts coming soon. If you’re new to my blog welcome! I write about hope, mental health and much more in the form of poetry, I hope you like it. Thank you so much for reading!
Did you know that the word Race Car is a palindrome? Did you know that in olden times, horse driven carriages used to pass through parkways and now we park on driveways?
There’s certain words a person can only use so much, with this I think I have exhausted my quota of using the words crash and car. It doesn’t paint a pretty picture, I know. This metaphor kept circling in my mind, I thought about it as I was walking on the asphalt road with white cars zooming past me. I wrote it down as soon as I got home.
This post is brought to you by Go-Get-Your-Driver’s-License-Already.
Some of my posts here are directly from my journal, like this one. I wrote this when I was feeling lost but at one point it seemed like I was wallowing, which is so not cool or a good mental space to be in.
I hope you like it. Please let me know your thoughts on it!
In quarantine I turned to look inwards, and found joy in the little things of a routine or lack thereof. As we get adjusted to this new normal and aspects of the world open up again, the expectations from before remain the same. This week I tried to get back to my old mindset, so I could perform for the moments and tried to resist this massive change. But I couldn’t.
Sometimes I think that we still live in a world where expressing our grief is considered an exaggeration. I wrote this about what goes on in my mind when I have stressful, confusing, bad days. In times like these I’m grateful for the Internet and pages/posts online that share ideas about a positive outlook on life, even when I can’t talk to someone face to face.
Acting on a whim, I jumped in the cab with you, Our lives touched at midnight but never saw the light of day. I was headed one stop away, I would have let you in, if you asked me where I lived, But you said my street meant goodbye.
Tired and home, I greet my empty bowl of keys, I never know what these things mean.
Following nights I stayed up late, didn’t I? That same time and thought about the car ride, Your tousled hair and rolled up jacket sleeves, Confetti stuck to your skin, A soft brush therein, Minute enough to be missed.
I look for you in restaurants, Retro bars playing new songs And the morning traffic Like a bad habit.
Won’t you meet me in the afternoon? We’ll re-create the magic of mistletoe, If we close our eyes, it’s always night somewhere And a party everywhere.