I spent the entire week studying for my Psychology test on Friday, which went quite well, although I scored lower than I’d expected. But since this year we’ll be giving the Board exams, I’ve decided to note down all the mistakes I’ve done so that I don’t repeat them.
So since this week was so busy, I didn’t have anything special to tell you, so I decided to share a little poem I wrote and got published in our local newspaper in Nagpur back in 2015. It was the first thing I ever got published, but I didn’t really consider it a big deal since the newspaper received so few submissions that sometimes the editor who selected poems for the weekly column (called Expressions) shared her own writing when there was a lack of material.
Anyways, it was my first published piece, and since I’m the kind who holds on to the littlest memories, I cut out that little poem (even though they screwed up my uncommon name in yet another way I hadn’t thought of) and still have it with me. I have no idea how good or bad it is, but I think it’s certainly better than the poem I’ve shared on the blog before.
Look, at those fiery golden flames
Burning, crackling, glowing
Hear, the cold wind outside
Rushing, murmuring, moaning
Peer, into the window
Shining, looking, reflecting
See, the smile on your face
Loving, warming, beaming
Listen, to the spirits around us
Talking, dreaming, whispering
About dead times
Shifting, slowing, moving
Into the night.
Speaking of poetry, my favorite blogger, Liz Ward, is doing a project called ‘100 Days of Poetry.’ Go follow her Instagram to keep up and read this post about her progress so fa, as well as all the Late Night Poetry she keeps sharing on her blog.
Before I finish: summer vacations started today and we’ll be leaving New Delhi on the 15th to attend my cousin’s wedding at Nashik, which means I’ll be spending almost twenty hours of my birthday on the train. I’ve been brainstorming things I could do to spend my time on the long ride; do share any suggestions you have!
Our visit to Nashik (and from there to my grandparents’ farmhouse near Harda) also means that the blog will be on a hiatus. I’ll be back by June 3rd at the latest, hopefully with tons of interesting stuff to share.
I hope you enjoy the sun and listen to nostalgic songs and splash in the water with your kids (or dogs)!
“Let us dance in the sun, wearing wild flowers in our hair…”
― Susan Polis Schutz