Intertwined Petals (Tanka)

Petals reached out, intertwined…

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Hey guys! I decided to give a few more poetic forms a try, and the ‘Tanka’ is one of the most famous ones that I haven’t attempted yet! The Tanka is a Japanese poetic form of five lines with 5, 7, 5, 7, and 7 syllables — 31 in all. This particular ‘Tanka’ may seem like it’s about nature, but as is true of all poems, it holds a much deeper meaning. See if you can figure it out. Hope you enjoy!

At once, in a flash,

Petals reached out, intertwined;

Two different flowers

Come together as one sole

Phenomenon of nature.


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SLTC 2018

The best ten days of my life.

Hey everyone! Apologies for my extended leave of absence: I’ve just returned from a 10 day (sort of) school camp in Athens, Greece. 100 students from SABIS (our network’s name) schools all over the world gathered in Athens for the ‘SLTC’ (Student Life Training Conference), where we spent the mornings and afternoons brainstorming ways to improve our schools and then the evenings touring the city. It was truly one of the best experiences of my life, and here’s a poem I wrote about our experience there.

Ten days ago, I never thought
My life could change so much;
This trip has been all that I sought,
Mem’ries I’ll always clutch.

From start to end, this has been a
Series of fun events;
Bonding galore within just a
Ten day meager segment.

From almost falling out of bed
To loud alarms, mid-yawn,
To rushing to get into bed
Before the curfew’s dawn.

The lengthy walks we’ve taken here,
The conferences too,
Have been the core of our sphere
Of joy and allies new.

This camp has shown me that I’m part
Of a community;
A hundred well-connected hearts —
A real coterie.

The treasure I’ve found in this cove
Is priceless and so rare:
Brothers and sisters in a trove,
And heroes, a fair share.

So here’s to our great SLCs*
Who’ve made our flowers bloom,
And Mr. Roger**, the fresh breeze
Who brightens every room.

All the decisions that we take
Prove we’ll make our schools proud;
‘A difference together we make’***…
One team can change the crowd.


*SLCs: The Student Life Coordinators or “teachers” who manage all the student activities in every school.
**Mr. Roger: The conference leader and a truly inspirational man who every student at the SLTC aspires to become.
***The SABIS motto is “Together we make a difference” so I thought I would incorporate that here.


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The Days Gone By

The darling damsel of the days gone by…

Hey everyone! This poem is another assignment for the online course I’m taking, Sharpened Visions: A Poetry Workshop. The assignment was quite a fun one: Take the last words of every line (in order) of a famous rhyming poem and then build your own poem around those words. Try to figure out which poem the last words of my poem are from, and I’ll disclose the answer at the end. Hope you enjoy!

Like embers rage at the touch of wood,
So do my heart and mind both
Whenever I see you despairingly stood;
I wish you’d bring back — if only you could
The girl that was vibrant as a luxe undergrowth.

Her hair was so silken and her skin so fair,
She might’ve had a princess’ claim;
Her hands were un-calloused and wanted wear,
And as for her mind, the brilliance there
Was equal to no other, and never the same.

Now, every night, you woefully lay
Staring at the stars in the midnight black,
Dreaming of once more living the day
In the glorious yesteryear’s way
Oh if only you could go back.

I stare into the mirror with a wistful sigh,
Wishing away the plague of age from hence;
But deep in my heart, I know that I
And the darling damsel of the days gone by
Are quite the same, without much difference.


The last words of every line were taken from The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost.

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Retraction

I am submitting some of my poems to a poetry contest called the Foyle Young Poets, and one of its requirements is that the entries cannot have been published anywhere in the world, including on online blogs. Unfortunately therefore, I will have to retract three of my poems, Bodacious Bedtime, Potion Commotion, and Ode to a Frappuccino. Sorry for the inconvenience 😦 .

The Sea of Solitude

Drifting… Treading [water]… Sinking

Hey guys! I’m currently taking a university course called ‘Sharpened Visions: A Poetry Workshop’ on Coursera, and here is one of my assignments. The assignment was to create a title of a poem structured in the form of ‘The [concrete noun] of [abstract noun]’ and then write a poem based on that title. Hope you enjoy!

Drifting
amidst a billion other drifters,
in a sea splotched with little
one-man islands,
almost yet never touching.

Treading
water in an effort to stay afloat
amongst the strewn debris
of lost friends and broken hearts.

Sinking
when the burdens pile up,
and all you need
is a hand to pull you out,
but none appears.

Alone
without a swimming float.


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Sea of Solitude

The Raven of Rebellion

One beak with the malice of all evil.

With the black raven of rebellion
perched on her shoulder,
Sarah snuck out of the house,
heeding all that it told her.

She climbed down the fire escape
in the inky black midnight void,
succumbing to the dark hisses
that the heinous raven so enjoyed.

She ventured into the vile lair
of beer and demon’s spawn,
lusting for a taste of freedom
and the raven’s promised con.

But one taste left her addicted,
a fatally infatuated vampire
drawn to every droplet of blood,
engulfed in unbounded desire.

And once her thirst had been sated,
fangs dripping onto the broken rubble,
she found herself alone and stranded,
her once virtuous world dissolved into trouble.

One beak had burst her bubble.


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Utopia

Is Utopia ‘Good Place’ or ‘No Place’?

Hey guys! I wrote this poem as a potential entry for a poetry competition under the theme of ‘Other Worlds’. Do you think it would be a good fit? I’d love to hear your thoughts.

How many hours have we spent dreaming
Of worlds far from the impending dystopia?
Worlds where all is bright and gleaming:
Arcadia, Nirvana, Eden and Utopia.

Some dream of an Avalon sans crime,
Others of an Atlantis sans poverty and hate;
Alas our world, not even in its prime,
Can hope to match that sublime state.

Yet all dreams must come to an end,
And when night-time falls, we retreat with grace —
For how can our minds deign to comprehend
A world that’s both ‘Good Place’ and ‘No Place’?

**In 1516 Sir Thomas More wrote the first ‘Utopia’. He coined the word ‘utopia’ from the Greek ou-topos meaning ‘no place’ or ‘nowhere’. But this was a pun – the almost identical Greek word eu-topos means a good place. So at the very heart of the word is a vital question: can a perfect world ever be realised? (http://www.bl.uk/learning/histcitizen/21cc/utopia/utopia.html)


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