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The Ride Through the Forest

Published April 22, 2017 by tapasmi

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.

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Divergent: Fanfictions On WattPad

Published March 22, 2017 by tapasmi

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.

fanfiction.

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

Published March 18, 2017 by tapasmi

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

Published March 17, 2017 by tapasmi

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.

Middle School Drama

Published February 2, 2017 by tapasmi

To most school going children

Their lives are just the worst

Adults just have it so easy

While their lives are simply cursed!

No doubt a silly notion

But it’s true that its hard

We’re little bombs of indignation

So you’d best be on your guard.

What with lessons and exams

And that pressure to exceed-

Not to give ourselves satisfaction

But to make others pay us heed

There’s just too much competition

For the most trivial of matters

Our ‘reputation’ hanging on the line

We can’t possibly let it shatter.

There’s the middle school drama

From which we must try escape

What joy they get from spreading rumours

I haven’t understood till date.

The group forming is astounding

Kids gathering round in cliques

Eyeing others with such hatred

And other such antics.

Some teachers are odd creatures.

They have their own notions.

Our noses rubbed to the grindstone

There’s quite some unexpressed emotion.

A few good ones in the lot, sure

But it’s second nature to suspect them all

To the kids who insist despising

Each one they pass in the hall

School life can be a pain truly

The slogging makes me less than pleased

But some of the best moments reside here

I’ll smile back at these very memories.

Box Of Memories- Poem

Published January 26, 2017 by tapasmi

He tucked his child in bed to sleep

In the still of the silent night

He yawned, but he had work to do

Office chores by the night lamp’s light

When from the corner of his weary eyes

A stowed away box he spied

He inched his way towards it

Swept decades of dust off its side

In mild curiosity it was opened

And these were the box’s contains:

Picture albums in black and white

Snippets of past, childhood’s remains.

The 40 year old gazed at himself

Locked in mother’s embrace

Twelve years old, young, carefree

Now a tear rolled down his face

He turn the page and stared

His heart heavier as he went on

The days with his own family

Those beautiful days were gone.

He close his eyes; before him flashed

The day which held the most regret

At 19, he had left his parents

Whom he had sworn to forget.

From a distance came a voice

“Daddy?” he heard his princess say

He yearned she’d never leave her papa

Like he abandoned his one day.

“I’m coming my love,” he smiled

Giving her soft hand a little squeeze

The lights came off and he slept,

Remembering that box of memories.

The Little Things In Life

Published December 24, 2016 by tapasmi

There’s little glee that for sale

That earthly greed can purchase

Little things that make us smile

That’s where true delight emerges.

 

Laughing and dancing in the rain

The sweet scent of petrichor

Cuddling on a winter morning

Aroma of cedar and myrrh.

 

The warmth of holding hands

Crickets chirping through the night

Marshmallows toasting on a fire

A new born baby’s delight.

 

The things that warm the heart

Which repel all the strife

What truly makes us smile?

It’s the little things in life.