Sunset at Aao Nang Beach

A chilled drink in hand

My swimsuit clinging to my skin

After hours of skipping and splashing

I’m seated, relaxed from within.

Like the artists pallete

The sky a canvas sprayed with hue

Sunlight peeking past the clouds

Dipping from the pink and purple to blue.

The ocean sparkling like a night sky

The last of sunlight glimmering on waves

While the sun descends ever so softly

While at the beautiful sight I gaze.

I watch a boatman return from the last ride

I watch a toddler in wet sand play

The breeze, the sight, unwinding at Aao Nang

The end to a blissfully perfect day.


A Dip By The Beach

Barefoot in the warm sand

Letting a toe into the sea

My wary self descends gently

Submerged in water, I am free.

My feet find the soft sand

The cones tickles my chin

I waddle gently across the ocean

Cool waves rippling against my skin.

A tender roar I hear far-off

My eyes meet the sight

Foamy, frothy, curly white waves

Whoosh unto themselves with might.

While lycra sticks to my body

It approaches, backwards it impels

In a matter of seconds, it dissipates

into sand, leaves behind sea shells.

Unwound, surrounded by nature

Relaxed, enveloped in peace

Savouring every timid second

Of the dip I took by the beach.

~inspired by Railay Beach in Krabi, Thailand 😀

Plane Rides

The fun before the fun begins,

The prequel to the show

The medium for your destination

The first step for your excitement to grow.

Plane rides! Quite exhilarating

Even for motion sick victims like me

Provided an adult’s managing all the work

(Thanks parents!) it’s all fun and carefree.

Skidding on vast airport lobbies

Getting to board the aircraft at last

Bidding your hometown farewell for a while

Ready to go and have a blast!

Finding your seat and plopping down

Flipping through airport magazines

Collecting and keeping aside vomit bags

While ignoring hostess’ procedural scenes.

At last, with a soft rumble

Picking up speed, by and by

The plane prepares for takeoff

Lo and behold! We’re in the sky!

Inches away from fluffy white clouds

Afloat in the stratosphere; flying

Oh, plane rides- they’re pretty great

Besides the blocked ears and babies crying.

~Tapasmi, inspired by a lovely year-end trip to Thailand 🙂


The Ride Through the Forest

Ochre sky and warming rays

Thawing into the dense haze

Stretched as far as eyes can see

Lies mesmerizing forestry

Bathed in sunlight, shielded faces

Scent of leaves the air traces

Swaying in the gypsy ride

Eyes darting from side to side

The cemented road, in some time

Melts into raw path of compact grime

Our voices hush as we explore

The abundance of nature galore

Trees extending up into the sky

With hives of bees scattered high

Nails of bears carved onto the trunks

Ripping the combs into syrupy chunks

Dappled light under the leafy awning

Sandy hills of termites spawning

Monkeys grooming as they gibber

Birds curled on twigs while they chipper

Foliage rustling by whistling wind

The trail we travelled slowly thinned

Rolling away from the verdure

Into a breath-taking moor

A savannah carpeted with grass

Strands with hue of faded brass

The wheaty threads cast on the lea

Dry, yet filled with life and felt so free

For miles across, their bewitching dance

Left me enchanted by nature’s trance.


Divergent: Fanfictions On WattPad

If you’re someone who’s stumbled on my blog and also happens to be a fan of the Divergent Trilogy, a series by Veronica Roth, then well…I’m pretty amazed. The odds of you being both of these are pretty slim. But if you do happen to be, then there’s a story I’ve been working on recently, and it’s based on those books.


My first shot at one, too. A lot of my friends seem to be getting into, and so I decided I would too. Join Al, the Candor transfer we all know on his journey. We’ve all grown to love Tris’ adventures, so my fanfiction is about Albert’s point of view from the very beginning. No spoilers for my story now- head over to my fanfiction for it, (just click the link) if you want to read it.

Warning: Major spoilers for the Divergent series! I advise you not to read it if you aren’t familiar with the original series. Not only will you be a bit lost, but I thoroughly suggest for you to give the books a try. I love them!

A good friend of mine is also writing one; about how Tobias gets his revenge on David for (SPOILER ALERT! CLOSE YOUR EYES IF YOU HAVEN’T READ THE BOOKS) killing Tris. It’s awesome and very well written so give her’s a try as well! click here to read it.

I’ll be back with a regular post very soon, so keep your eyes peeled. I’m working on this fanfiction alongside, so give it a view if you fancy it and let me know you came from here! lol

Much love,

Tapasmi <4


The Youngest Child

I suppose in the elder’s eyes,

The youngest seems to have it best

Always pampered, always loved

Cared for more than the rest.

But we, the smallest siblings

Know that’s far from the truth

And now I’ll list before you

The drawbacks of our youth.

No matter what they say,

Elders are given utmost respect

“They’re older and know better!”

While we’re treated with neglect.

An opinion of a youngster

Is instantly dismissed

If the big one’s got a view

Ours ceases to exist.

They say age is just a number

Yet, when yours is greater

What you say is dead-on

Mine can be tended to later.

Elder siblings are full of envy

Had stricter parents, harsher rule

They ensure you’re treated the same

Go out of their way to be cruel.

“When I was her age,” they’ll yell

“I didn’t have a phone!”

They’ll exaggerate for our downfall

To compensate for their own.

Mum and Dad will exclaim

“Oh you’re right, yes yes,”

And we’re robbed of potential treats

My sister’s true nature they’ll never guess.

In front of relatives, they’re angels

Wearing halos round their head

But when they leave, that halo

Is used as a lasso on me instead.

So now that you’re aware

Of my story of partial woe

The truth about being

The youngest- now you know!


Students During Exam Time

Complaining about exams has
become a recurring theme.
Honestly, it’s not as big a deal
As kids sometimes make it seem.

“Easy for you to say!”
the senior students scoff
“Seventh graders have it easy-
You have nothing to complain of!”

Here’s the thing about exams:
They merely test our memory
Not much goes into our heads
When it’s all crammed in a hurry.

There’s that one poor bloke
Who toils through the pain
Receives the fruits of labour
In form of topping once again.

They leave the class aghast
In lieu of getting applauded
The jealous ones cry “Betrayer!”
In envious tones quite morbid.

But the most infuriating
Is the one who exlaims
They never bothered to study
Yet, the most marks they gain.

There’s the confusing lot
Who really couldn’t care less
sleeping through the school year
Exams? A load of pointless stress.

And when the hellish days cease
The kids all jump for ages
Until the scores return to haunt us
We all turn into praying sages.

Whatever the grade turns out to be
We vow to next time excel
But the cycle always repeats
Shall be the same next year as well.