anvaya

A student in 10th standard. Waiting for a new thought to strike me. ��

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  • anvaya 9w

    Golden Shower

    Golden shower, golden shower
    So tiny and shy you seem
    Slowly show thy radiant glow
    To welcome the Vishu hour

    The year will bloom as you blossom
    And spread your divine bright beam
    Golden shower, golden shower
    Bless our year to be awesome.
    ©anvaya

  • anvaya 9w

    The rules of this poem are: each x represents one syllable and ABC are the rhymes and internal rhymes.
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    xxxAxxB
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    #cywydd_wt challenge by @writerstolli #writerstolli

    #writersnetwork #pod #readwriteunite #mirakee #night #music #waiting #moonlight

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    The Fortune Seeker

    In the glimmer of pale moonlight
    A maiden with her eyes so bright
    Looks at the night stretch forever
    Wonders if she would ever hear
    A song, mellifluous and clear
    Ring in her ear and stop ne'er
    ©anvaya

  • anvaya 9w

    #school #leaveletter_wt
    Series : #school_anv


    When I went to school, they told me different things. Some saw me as a hero, while some thought I'd steal their title of "The coolest boy" Of course the teachers categorised me into the "This boy won't make a success at anything" category or in short words "Trouble maker" When I rummaged through my old school stuff, I found this. A letter.

    Dear Teacher,

    Tomorrow I'm gonna be sick. You see... Some viruses are planning an attack on me and you know, not that I'm scared of 'em. They can't do me any harm. But you see, there are my friends at school who cannot tolerate getting sick for even a day! I'm a very compassionate boy and so for the welfare of my classmates I have decided to sacrifice two days of school. I shall be back before you know it though.

    Thank you
    Yours sincerely,
    The-not-so-proper-boy
    Harish.

    Oh my, was I cool! I remember that day I learnt more than what I could have sitting in class for those two days. I went on a trip with my buddies. We climbed the hills, went trekking and hitchhiked the whole way! We bought stuff and shared so many experiences. Ate so much of pizza and soda till we got our wallets empty.

    Being a cool kid in school was tough. You gotta maintain that cool image even when you don't feel that cool. Your juniors are scared of you. Your classmates come both as fans and rivals or just simply jealous. And the satisfaction you get on outsmarting your seniors is remarkable.

    Marks are never a matter to me. But they mean a lot to my parents. And not passing is not cool, so I just about study to just about pass each year.

    Well, school is a place for all. Everyone has their place which is most important to make school as fun, enjoyable and memorable as it is.
    ©anvaya

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    The Cool Kid

  • anvaya 10w

    #sunshine #school #bus #nature #introvert #school_anv

    Aswathy was a girl with big brown dreamy eyes that looked ready to drift into another world at almost any instant. A ride in the school bus was the most magical thing to her. It took her places. No, not just home to school and back. It took her into a space for imagining all that possibly could be imagined, a place where all what ifs where possible, a land of the most amazing fantasies. The mellow sunshine would warm her eyes to shut and a cool gentle breeze was enough to swipe her off into humming the tune of the song she heard most recently. And then the thoughts would begin to accompany her song. And then without her even realising, she starts watching a story in her mind.
    Every jerk would suddenly bring her back to the real world and gently remind her of the fact that she is on Earth, after which she would again start flying with the clouds.

    Her imaginative brain would never rest. One of her passions to pass time is to decipher shapes in clouds which she was familiar with. She would try finding a dog, goat, grandma-face, notebook, tomato and whatnot up in the sky.

    Playing with ants was her current favourite. How she would trouble any random ant that crosses her way! She would build walls with her hand trying to block its path or trap it in a box or even try giving it sugar.

    She is an introvert and likes making the best of what life gives her. She may not know the latest fashion item on the front cover of the magazines but she would know the season for milkweeds. She could stare at the rain and get engrossed in it for as much time as she could. She could stand with her fishing rod by a lake for hours on the end listening to the crickets. On a lazy Sunday you are more likely to spot her on the woods than in the city.

    On that note, she loves trekking. She fondly remembers the times she went climbing the hills every summer with her family. The sense of having conquered the universe when she was at the peak looking down at the valleys for as far as the eye could see. The blue rivers, green trees and a light mist that covered it all.

    Whoops! That was a big bump on the road! The road?! Yes, of course she is still in the bus traveling to school. Oh wait! She has reached the school. Well that's time for her to get down.
    ©anvaya

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    Bus Ride

  • anvaya 10w

    #reflection #city #lights #science #mystery

    Are they like the fireflies
    Blinking in the dark?
    Are they fireworks
    Ignited by a spark?

    Are they like the stars
    That I could never catch?
    Or just a reflection
    Of what I can never match.

    Are they the Diwali lights
    Glistening from every street?
    Or may be diamonds
    Giving my eyes a treat.

    I wonder what those dots are
    That every night start to glow.
    Maybe they are things
    Which I could never know.

    The universe holds fantasies
    Which it might not even show.
    Maybe there are things
    Which we could never know.
    ©anvaya

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    City Lights from a Village

  • anvaya 10w

    #concrete_wt
    Guess what it is! ��

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    ©anvaya

  • anvaya 10w

    #wordsandnature
    Just a humble try.

    Dew studded carpets on a bright new dawn,
    The rhythm of rain playing songs forlorn,
    Night birds singing their midnight melody,
    Fill the air with tranquil serenity.

    The summer shower with it's chilling breeze
    Make leaves flutter like birds and birds cling to trees.
    The conch echoing the music of the sea.
    The fragrance of the forest spreading far and free.

    These are but depictions of what words try to weave.
    These are but the feelings that poets try to retrieve.
    To sink and soak in the redolence of nature,
    Is experiencing the world's richest texture.
    ©anvaya

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    Redolence of Nature

    Dew studded carpets on a bright new dawn,
    The rhythm of rain playing songs forlorn,
    Night birds singing their midnight melody,
    Fill the air with quiescent serenity.

    The summer shower with it's chilling breeze
    Make leaves flutter like birds and birds cling to trees.
    The conch echoing the music of the sea.
    The fragrance of the forest spreading far and free.

    These are but depictions of what words try to weave.
    These are but the feelings that poets try to retrieve.
    To sink and soak in the redolence of nature,
    Is experiencing the world's richest texture.
    ©anvaya

  • anvaya 11w

    Cravings

    Once I traded what I had
    With another who had his
    And returned quite overjoyed
    Thinking I attained bliss.

    Then it lay on the shelf
    Gaining on some rust
    When I realized that I had
    Traded dust for dust

    That object had shown me
    How man is made of lust
    Craving for diamonds
    When he is a wanderer on dust.
    ©anvaya

  • anvaya 11w

    #wander #acrostic
    Read the first letter of each line. ��

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    Wander

    Walking
    Aimlessly
    Nevertheless
    Dreaming
    Enthusiastically
    Reaching
    Everything
    Reachable.
    ©anvaya

  • anvaya 12w

    #lanturne
    A lanturne is a poem which has syllable ratio
    1:2:3:4:1
    A trick... Read the first word of each stanza for an additional treat!
    @mirakee @writersnetwork @danny_a @njram6

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    Lanturne

    Thoughts
    Are friends
    That get your
    Back, and eat your
    Head.

    Are
    Doors to
    The real
    And fictional
    Worlds.

    Strong
    Ideas
    Waiting to
    Be weaved into
    Poems.
    ©anvaya