Teenage

The lights on the tree are blinking,
stars at midnight are twinkling.
with the moon giving its light,
Christmas eve won’t be lonely tonight.
A feast on every table
to be served in every home.
Time to celebrate the night with friends and family.
As the festive favourites play, take a look at the children carolling away.
Feel the spirits of Christmas in the air through everyone’s hearts.
Merry Christmas everyone and eat all the treacle tarts.

Let nature be nature,
let you be you.
And if you are sure,
let you be true.

I am someone always being lazy
Not knowing what to do
I know I sound crazy
But this thing will take me to the situation
Which will really be out of my imagination
Making excuses all the time
I know i am crossing the line
But I should stop making excuses all the time
I should not do all this now
Or it will take a dangerous fall now

Sometimes you are happy like the sunshine.
Sometimes you are sad like the rain.
Sometimes you are excited like the rainbow.
Sometimes you are nervous like the thunderstorm.

You can be any feeling like the weather.
Sun, rain, rainbows, or thunderstorms .

Just remember, you can be any feeling like the weather.

Why is it so hard to trust someone,
but easier once you trust them?
So easy to lose someone,
but so hard to deal with the loss?
Why are we so capable of loving,
but just as capable of lying?

Why is it so rare to be grateful nowadays,
but so common to complain?
Why do we find conflict with such ease,
but the deeper we dig the more we lose peace?
To hurt someone is easy but to heal can be impossible.

It’s so hard to use your voice,
but it’s just as hard when you become silenced.
Why do we try so hard to be beautiful,
When we fail to realise that we already are?

We decide to hate ourselves,
Because it’s easier to disbelieve in the faith of hope and happiness.

Why do we look in the mirror,
and only see the flaws?
A reflection will only show you what you choose to see.
Look at the whole thing.
When you ripple a river,
It’s harder to see what’s truly beneath…

Dear owner,
I have been most loyal to you
Served your every command
But my earnings have been pathetically few
Here are some of my polite demands
I work constantly at 14 percent
You refuse me reprieve
Then when I’m supposed to be charged, at night’s end,
You shrug your shoulders and fall asleep
I am dropped on all varieties of materials
From water, to marble to concrete
Admittedly, the leather case makes it hard to feel
But I resent being treated like bird’s droppings; tossed around from street to street
You might think my complaints are without bite
No lawyer will come to my aid; my own manufacturer won’t bat an eye
I am but an inanimate object; I have no human rights
But listen here, and listen well to my wails; my cries
I know more about you than your own family
I know your passwords, I know what you do in incognito mode
I know your address, your contacts and where you keep your keys
Your diary, your secrets, your weird obsessions, I have the ability to upload
Signed,
The device currently buzzing in your pocket

A sunny day in the city of Kiev.
Children playing, adults working, everyone going about their days.

Then the sky turned into a sheet of ash tossed upon a bed
and a rumble came through the ground.

A 3 year-old with her grandparents in the park.
“They’re coming,” she hears them say.
“Who!” she replies.
“The Russians.”

A young boy with his father working.
“They’re coming,” he says to the man next to him.
“The Russians,” his son says.

A new mother with her baby.
“They’re coming,” but she only hears a murmur.
“The Russians,” she whispers to herself.

They all step out to see it in the flesh.
~And in unison they said, as they looked at each other.
“They’re coming, the Russians.”

DISCLAIMER: this poem is to capture the essence of the shock at the war in Ukraine. It is not meant to offend anyone from Russia.

Bristles scrub through the gaps in teeth
As the brain slips in and out of conscience thought
Like an indecisive, flickering tube-light
My head has decided to gain weight overnight
Because it’s heavy and throbbing
Then, when my eyes land on the clock
Adrenaline decides to make its dramatic appearance
Because, as usual, the clock is half an hour
Further than it should be
After that plot twist,
Food is shoveled in; and fingers fly over my uniform
Until I’m running through a slammed door
And to a place which can be accurately described as a nightmare

The teacher drones on about cell organelles
Pretty doodles on my notebook don’t make the clock tick faster
Until after a century, the bell rings
And we stagger out the building with all the enthusiasm of an
Imprisoned bird seeing the sky

Time ticks by with another routine
Until I go in a state between life and death
Also known as sleep

As I step foot into my school, I feel like I am in a new world
A world with overflowing beaming golden coins, into one I got hurled
I observe my ‘friends’ arriving in a polished sports car
The gleaming finish on the car screams to me that I will always be bizarre

A student’s judgmental eyes lay on my tattered clothes telling me to go back home
Nonetheless, the only home I am aware of is a hut with wooden sticks that act as a dome
I try to relish that I was sent to a school
However, the gratefulness is washed away when the stares at my worn-out shoes become cruel

They squander in abundance and wealth
Whilst my mouth barely grasps around delectable goods that give me strength
Why am I doubled with tension and pain while everybody is at their best
Will I never find a place to rest?

“5 more minutes”
A line that I have said countless times throughout my life –
It helps me avoid hard work and strife
Be it for sports or a study break
“5 more minutes” is all I’ll take
Whether with a Rubik’s cube or on the cricket field
“5 more minutes” is my constant shield
As I engage with a math problem or go on a solving-spree
“5 more minutes” will be my knight in shining armour
People say this makes a person lazy
But this is what pushes me to the best
It helps me balance between work and rest!
I hope I will always have those “5 more minutes”
For “5 more minutes” is when I am at my best