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Apparently this is called a pantoum poem. So a lot of lines are repeated because that's the style. Dedicated to Shreya who introduced these kind of poems to me :) (THANK YOUU)  Love, the only thing that is everlasting Making you feel like life is a walk in the park. It's unequivocal, beautiful, out of this world but right there It brings home the sun when you think everything's dark Making you feel like life is a walk in the park, Warm and spreading throughout your body like flames It brings home the sun when you think everything's dark. It's hidden in the beginning, but worth the wait Warm and spreading throughout your body like flames Love can be sweet or bitter, but worth the sacrifice. It might be hidden in the beginning, but it's worth the wait The heartwarming smile that makes your day Love can be sweet or bitter, but worth the sacrifice. It's unequivocal, beautiful, out of this world but right there The heartwar

Hello! Before reading this, please read "Free" which is two posts below. What you are reading now, is the story that the old lady is narrating to her granddaughter Violet. Enjoy! :) It's the year of 1861. A time when the whites are prejudiced against the blacks. Blacks are treated as no more than a piece of gum on a shoe and are forced into slavery by southern whites. The North and South are in constant battle, with slaves and abolitionists pushing for rebellion and yearning for their freedom. A young country that was mostly formed in harmony has been split into debating whether to retain slaves or not. Racism exists everywhere. It's chaotic. It's bloody. It's the Civil War. The happening streets of Montgomery split into a couple of paths. One of these paths led to the house of the most prosperous man in town. He lived in one of the most imposing houses that you could find in Alabama. His name was Joseph Williams. Mr.Williams' wife had died, l

First of all, sorry for not posting for a really long time! I was really busy with a summer course. Anyways, Divya challenged me to use "weasel brained apricot" in a poem. I accepted, so here you go. Get ready for a bunch of weirdness and lameness. That weasel brained apricot. You may be as as nutty as a fruitcake, Maybe as stingy as a turnip, Pessimistic like a mushroom Or socially awkward like a fig. Some might say that you're different, Or unappealing like an avocado, Politically incorrect like a banana Or as misogynistic as a beetroot. Strangers will occasionally mention, That you're as lame as an apple, Ignorant compared to a grape Or loathsome like a pineapple. You might be a supporter of Trump, or an outcast like pomegranates But no matter who you are you won't be that weasel brained apricot. Congratulations if you got through this poem!  Leave comments for themes! :)  ~Pratya Check out Divya's blog:  http://divyarwrites.b

This is dedicated to Vivien because I use the name Violet haha This is just the first part of my story, I didn't want to put too much in one post.  “Tell me a story,” she says. The pulsating glow of the fire illuminates the dark night. The campfire continues to blaze and the wind blows harshly, as if determined to extinguish the fire. Charred marshmallows lay on the ground and a crooked tent is shabbily set up nearby. Apart from hoots of owls and the sound of wind blowing against the tent, it is a quiet night. “Tell me a story grandma,” the girl repeats. Her bright blue eyes are wide with anticipation and for a second, the old lady thinks she's looking at her son, the girl's father. She closes her eyes and leans back against the rocking chair. It seemed like only yesterday. As if it were yesterday that the girl had been brought into the cruel world. As if it was yesterday when the girl’s parents had died, leaving the old lady with a five year old grand

So I was supposed to write an article about nostalgia but I didn't know how to do it, so I wrote a poem instead. Dedicated to my cousins Aditya and Anjali. ♥ Theme creds: Ritu She stands there proud and tall, Leaves fluttering in the breeze, Her stance is that of a queen Arms stretched out toward the sky. The grass underneath is wet with dew, Her leaves' gossip is without an end, Robin nests cover her hair, Her wisdom protecting them all. The sun gleams bright from above, Children playing under her shade, Her branches sway from side to side, The eternal bliss evident on her face. When autumn arrives, summer takes its final breath. The warmth disappears, the cold creeps in instead. She takes off her mask, and the leaves begin to fall down. Swirling and twirling till they hit the ground, Leaves of orange, red and brown. She stands still with shock, Branches frozen in surrender. The rain begins to pour, Reflecting her dismay. She feels sad and in

A slightly satirical article on society and feminism. Dedicated to Ritu  because she's awesome ♥ Flowers are fascinating. When you think of flowers you might think of a breathtaking garden, a romantic bouquet or the vase of withered flowers that every family has had. You might even think of flowers that look pretty in your hair or on statues in temples. What’s common about all these things is that they’re used for decor and beauty. Flowers are a symbol of allurement. They solely seem to exist for the the purpose to look attractive. And that’s exactly how society views women.                 Let’s talk about feminism. Feminism is simply the the advocacy of women's rights on the grounds of political, social, and economic equality to men. In other words, it’s the enforcement that men and women should have equal rights in all ways. But since when has society not exaggerated something that started out fairly innocent? There are mixed opinions on feminism. Some w

Though this is for anyone who faces depression, I can't really dedicate it to them because everyone has been sad before. Sadness is a weird emotion. Apart from the obvious, it's different from happiness for a key reason. It's easier to remember a sad moment than a happy moment. I had a dog named Leo and it's easier to recall how disappointed I was when we gave him away rather than how content I was when he was there. So before I turn this into a depressing story or article, let me tell you one thing. You cannot stay down in a boxing ring. You will always get back up for the fight. This is a collab poem I wrote with Divya and it was awesome working with her. Hope you like it! Sadness curls around your heart, You fight her in vain but all hope is lost. An infernal storm fires up inside, All your joy has been turned to dust. Your soul has had too much to take, You see an array of decisions that you could make. The gloom settles in, the curtains l

Dedicated to Vidushi who's in India and Yadhavi and who is in California because they're both really sweet people and can make anyone smile :) xx Remember when you were a child Young, naive and carefree Not caring what anyone thought As long as you were happy. Then something came along, You fell and scraped an elbow As fast it came, the smile vanished And all you remembered was the sorrow. Happiness is like a moon. You see it now, You see it then, It disappears, It comes back again. But just because we don’t see it, That doesn’t mean it’s disappeared It might be covered by the clouds But it always will be there. Happiness will never leave Even if there’s a wave of grief But it can still be fleeting and fast, Just nurture it and make it last. When you see the dazzling moon, Forget about the future and past Don’t think about the clouds that cover it Just cherish it until it lasts At moments the cloud might take

This is the prologue to a story that I've started working on :) Hope you enjoy! Dedicated to all my friends who definitely inspired the characters you'll meet in chapter 1. Chapter 1 will be published later. The old woman refilled her cup of tea and smiled at the three boys, the wrinkles on her face showing age. It was their first day of fifth grade, and they had come back with excitement written all over their faces. She marvelled at how different the friends were from each other. Her grandson or The Chief, as nicknamed by his friends, sat on the plush couch, his legs crossed. He was burly and large like his father, and always had a sullen, stubborn expression. He did not talk as much as the others, but with one look you could tell that he was a natural leader. Next to him sat her grandson’s best friend Slash, the cheeky one of the group. He was the one with the best jokes, and the one who was the teacher’s favorite. With his brown hair and green eyes, Slash had a char

Dedicated to anyone who wants to make the world a better place.  Sometimes I like to wonder, How the world would be. If the poor would have money, And the blind were able to see. The ones who were scared would never have a fear, And the ones sad at heart would not shed a tear. The ones who are at war would lay down their weapon, and the ones filled with hatred would show some affection. No one would be bullied, abused or even shoved, The world would have nothing, but happiness and love. A boy could like pink, if that’s what made him happy, Religious beliefs and views would be accepted by society. Everyone belongs, acceptance is a must, All would be treated with some kindness and some just. A world as great as this, seems too good to be true, Because we have all experienced suffering, But isn’t there anything we can do? There's a soul in every body That we're just yet to find. But all we really need, Is an open heart and mind. ~Pratya :) Comment be

Hey guys, it's Pratya! You might or might not remember my old blog, in which I came up with short stories or poems using three words you gave to me. I've been having my three words blog ever since I was six but now at thirteen, I want to break out of that shell and write differently about a variety of topics. So it's not just a new design and everything. It's a little more than that. This blog will have a random assortment of poems, stories and articles inspired by absolutely anything. I'd love to have feedback in the comments, and you may suggest a topic for me. I'm going to start by just posting a few old poems and articles that I have written and then I'll be updating every weekend. I hope you enjoy my blog! And always remember to smile :)  ~Pratya Link to my old blog in case you want to check it out (note that I've stopped posting on that blog) : http://threewordstories.blogspot.com/ Also check out my best friend Divya's blog. She