all about poetry
I wrote this about meandering and exploring different paths in life. We might stumble onto something unexpected yet beautiful. Fingers crossed.
I bet no one asked you this today, so I will. Share something unexpected that happened to you that made you happy. I’m so excited to hear those stories. Thank you for reading this.
-Aarushi (still undecided but hopeful)
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.
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-Aarushi (only has a learner’s permit)
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!
-Aarushi (who else would it be?)
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.
-Aarushi
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.
-Aarushi
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.
-Aarushi
stop playing with matches
if you have no desire to set alight
twenty two things with catches.
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I can’t stop playing with matches
And I have cruel intentions to set alight
12 things into ashes.
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Look at the firestarter
Look at it closely
It’s newspapers, dry leaves and passion mostly.
-Aarushi
