Exactly a year ago, I started writing and updating my blog regularly on WordPress and Instagram (I created ‘The Shooting Star Blog’ in 2015 as a hobby). Being stuck at home due to covid-related lockdowns, I had finally found the time and determination needed to write consistently. And here I am, a year later, holding a book that has one of my pieces in PRINT!!
From writing poems on the back side of my question papers in school to finding one of my poems being printed in a physical book (e-book as well!), it’s been quite an amazing journey. Also, my favorite part of it all is that one of my poems I had written celebrating Women’s Day is being published.
This also reinstates my faith in the Universe and makes me believe that if you pour your heart into something you really care about and put in your honest efforts, things do tend to work out. Generally, for the best.💫
Let’s collect flowers and save them in a book Pressed amidst random pages, where no one would look From the days when we wished for the time to stop So that our good times would run in an endless loop
Let these flowers you pick from the ground Remind you of days that made you forget time And how happy you were in your own little world Oblivious to everything happening around you
And each time you come across a dried little flower I hope the faint scent and its imprints on the pages Remind you of a time when this flower was in full bloom But right now, it’s a cherished memory, an invaluable heirloom
P.S: We found these cherry blossom trees in the Japanese Tea Garden located in the San Francisco Botanical Garden. Eagerly waiting for the cherry blossoms to arrive again this Spring!
They say, old habits die hard When I look at you every time you walk into the room, I understand why They also say, it takes 21 days to create a new habit I don’t know which is worse, the 21 days of not looking at you Or the 21 days of replacing you with a new habit Because time for me has come to a standstill since the day I saw you Maybe you weren’t just a habit But a reminder of the love I have carried for you since then So I take this love and let it walk away with you Coz it’s always been yours to keep Realizing that you don’t have to give up on some habits, But gradually learn to just let them go I simply walk out of the room, into the bright new world Like a man with a heart full of dreams Knowing there are things and places meant for me Now, all I need is to form a habit that takes me one step closer towards my dreams
P.S: I took this picture while riding on a two-wheeler with my friend in Gainesville, Florida. Loved how the Spanish moss growing on these trees gives them a dramatic effect.
If you ever wonder what you’re made of, Think about the flowers that bloom through branches and thorns alike Their purpose is to grow into these beautiful flowers That makes walkers stop by to adore and smell Or make people carry a fresh bunch home To remind them how beautiful this world actually is How even a single stem can brighten up your day And how an entire bunch fills your entire room with fragrance
Let these flowers remind you That you too, are meant to grow into something beautiful Sometimes you need to just let yourself be Maybe a sunflower, maybe an orchid, maybe a tulip You don’t need to be a part of the same bunch
Choose whatever you want to be and sow the seeds today Slowly growing roots and expanding your stems Even if the world looks at you just as a bud today, There will be a time when you too, will be in full bloom. 🌸
P.S: Came across these lovely flowers while taking a walk in New York City. Loving the spring vibes all around!
They say, she tells a story without any words All you have to do is pause and simply watch her flourish Through the long branches of trees old and new How she cuts through massive rocks that try to block her way And flows over the tiny pebbles that people once threw
She doesn’t seem to care how they view her or judge her criss-cross path For all she knew was to flourish through it all Changing courses when the obstacles didn’t let her slide through For one way or the other she was meant to endlessly flow
She moved seamlessly, being her unapologetic self That grew and outgrew everything that came under her way Roaring through the wild forests, “I am born this way and this is what I am meant to do”, She gathered all of her forces and incessantly she moved
Leaving the world to see the marvel that she was A natural beauty, creating magic wherever she falls ✨
P.S: This picture was taken at the Smoky Mountain National Park in North Carolina and was shot on my good old iPhone 8. Always fun to try something new in photography! Also, happy weekend!
When she was just a innocent little girl She dreamt and wrote about things she would achieve in this world She giggled and danced her way through adolescence Always carrying her little book of dreams in her tiny hands
But the realities of the unjust world put her in a cage Started tearing down her dreams page-by-page People kept telling her how she should be holding a pan and a ladle Or she was simply born to swing her baby’s cradle
She gathered all the tattered pieces of her broken dreams And stuck them back together, a beautiful mosaic it seemed She clutched the book even more closer to her heart And stood up for all the girls whose dreams were torn apart
All over the world, a girl’s education is deemed optional for her growth. Because according to some, a woman’s place is in the kitchen and not in a classroom or a workplace. Historically, this has been happening since centuries. But with changing times, even the society needs to evolve.
Women have the strength and power to run a household as well as a workplace. What they need is support and encouragement. Mostly importantly, we need to remember, when you educate a girl, you are educating a child. Let’s work on that! 👸🏻
She often liked to play with fire,
Always chasing after what her heart desired.
That day she stood in front of the blazing sun,
Trying to catch the morning light, to make a run.
Through the gloomy clouds the sun quietly whispered to her,
Fear not my darling, even though things seem a little blur;
These clouds of doubt and fear will drift away,
Only if you hold onto a little, just wait for the sun’s first ray.
For you are born from the fire that you often seek,
The light that radiates from you is just a tiny peek.
So just shine through the haze from wherever you are,
Just as I continue to radiate light and warmth, long and far.
Epilogue: Too often, we go chasing after things and people that we are attracted to, that we feel will add meaning to our lives. However, during this journey, we often forget to think about ourselves. If we begin to recognize our own power, the potential that lies within, we begin to discover ourselves. You don’t need to chase after all these external variables, when you realize that you are enough. That you, yourself, are all the light you will ever need!
PS: I woke up to this sunrise after only 2 hours of sleep in one of the most remote AirBnbs I’ve been to. Felt like the perfect place to be during this pandemic, a perfect countryside beauty. I could see the sun rising through my window and I HAD TO run outside to see it! 🤩