A Thought

Why is the desire for fame considered selfish and shallow? Fame gives you a voice, and a voice can bring about change. A voice that can help, make aware and fix all the problems our world faces?


Poetry To Be Released!

Hi readers! I know that I haven’t been uploading poetry for a while, but that is because I plan to release all the latest ones on my birthday, 16th December (also the inauguration of my book release!).

In addition to the mass poetry release:-

  • I’m taking requests for poem topics, so please submit yours here.
  • I’ll answer any questions submitted to my Goodreads author page.
  • I’m also posting the usernames of my current blog-followers – just as a symbol of gratitude! ❤

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I wanted to share this poetry blog with you. I think it’s pretty nice and hope you’ll think so too! (Yes, it rhymes intentionally!)

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Author’s Note:- Sorry for neglecting this blog for a week or so, (I had exams at school) but I’ll be writing much more often! I took the inspiration for this poem from the contrast between the outdoor sports academy I go to, and the glorious sky I see above it. I hope you enjoy it!

I hear the sounds made by my feet,

As they crush the weak gravel along the street,

The dullness of old structures seeps right in,

I smell the stench of the garbage bin,

Buildings surround me, and the crowds rush past,

and so my eyes ascend to the sky so vast.


What beauty I then love and behold,

Fluffy clouds, silver-lined, and colours so bold,

Streaks of colour, so stunning, as birds soar by,

The sun is a splotch of paint on the canvas of the sky,

While absorbing the greatness of the giant, deep-blue dome,

I could not comprehend what lay above my home.


How could such a difference occur in a frame of sight?

How does the change happen – from dullness to might?

My sight perched gracefully onto the rocky road,

Nearing towards my welcoming abode,

I left behind the glory and wonders of the sky,

Promising myself to revisit it, I walked on with a sigh.

Roots of a Tree

I’ll hold you up high,

Keep you strong in weak moments,

I will support you.

Your leaves will rise up,

Show off your green to the world,

I’ll always be here.

As you grow taller,

I’ll spread further and further,

I shall grow wider.

And when you’re a tree,

And sunlight showers you,

I’ll still be your roots.

Because you help me,

I am happy to help you,

and we sustain each.



I look out of my window,

To witness the morning light,

I watch the cars come and go,

As the sky becomes less bright.


I remain seated and observe,

More vehicles join the street’s crowd.

they honk blatantly and swerve,

In an atmosphere intensely loud.


Neon signs and ad-boards,

fill the surrounding walls,

office-workers enter in hoards,

and shopaholics into malls.


Here people are always in a hurry,

there are always places to go,

But I have nothing to worry,

I’m simply a spectator from a window.

The World’s Library

Humanity’s knowledge of the world in various subjects is vast and great. We’ve unveiled some of the universe’s greatest mysteries and added sense, logic and communication to our otherwise chaotic world. It isn’t surprising that we’ve built countless libraries over the years. Many know of the ancient libraries of Alexandria and the House of Wisdom. Many storage spaces of erudition have been built to shower the world with discoveries, stories and knowledge.

The majority of people lean towards learning. Don’t pretend you do not, because everyone has a passion for some kind of learning. Whether it is dance, science or sports, there is a sense of learning in everything we do. And as global citizens unravel methods and discoveries from various fields, our library grows larger and larger.

Our understanding, opinions and perception of knowledge may change over time. There may be disagreements and debates, but that will do nothing more than call out for more learners to settle the argument.

So what will be our next great library? The internet.

Almost limitless information, data and stories are stored on the internet. It is a community of teachers, learners, students, businesspeople and entrepreneurs. It is a platform for change, it is a voice and it is a library. A library of the world’s knowledge.

And it is unlikely that it will be wiped out easily.

Above the Clouds

Stand tall, confident,

Though don’t make people near feel,

Small and quite lonely.

Instead, bring them up,

Bring them up to where you stand,

Free from the dark clouds.

Plunging into the

wonders of the blue sky,

Elated and well.

The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho

I summarised the book I recently read, The Alchemist. If you’ve read it already, I hope you enjoy this poem. If not – SPOILER ALERT!

How could I describe such a beautiful tale?
Of a shepherd boy fulfilling his destiny?
A being who learnt the Langauge of the World,
After an encounter with royalty?

Venturing all the way to Africa,
In search of the Pyramid’s treasure,
Not hurried in any way,
Just following omens in leisure.

He worked in a crystal merchant’s shop,
Leaving it better than he found,
Then set off to the pyramids,
On the sandy, desert ground.

He found a great language,
With no words and no sound,
Becoming literate in a tongue,
So extravagantly profound.

He fell in love with a desert girl,
Fatima by name,
Then met the Englishman and the Alchemist,
With a falcon to catch game.

Heading on to the Pyramids,
And being beaten up by refugees,
But he finally learnt,
He finally sees.

You could say,
That it was deja vu,
But his journey was what,
Made him learned and true.