Sorry I haven't written in a while. School has just begun, and everything has been crazy, because I'm doing an extra ballet class starting on Monday, along with my normal one, also there has been a lot of homework, but nothing I can't handle. To my dismay a bunch of tests too. So anyways, at school, during Music class, we were told to write a poem. I thought what a piece of cake! Then the teacher said it had to be during medieval times. I smiled, how hard could it be? It wasn't hard at all actually. The teacher was so excited about my poem that she read it to the whole class. That part, I didn't like so much.

Here is the poem I wrote, Hope you enjoy it.


I came to a town, A town very gray,
where all the colors had gone and hid away,
For the town was banned from showing any color,
on every single sister, brother, and mother,
The sun rose up on the town made of gray,
and the children came out and began to play,
They danced and twirled around the town square,
round and round, around the fountain of despair,
I bent down and placed a coin in the fountain,
and suddenly all color spread all the way from the mountain,
For the fountain had said,

The first act of kindness, shows the true beautiful colors,
Of our hearts.

The puzzle of your life

Today, I made my dad start a mickey mouse puzzle that is made of thousands of disney scenes - 1026 pieces to be exact, and even though I suck at puzzles, my dad's amazing. I got the rest of the family to join in. While we were starting the puzzle I came up with this poem called the puzzle of life.

The Puzzle Of Life

Your life starts out with one puzzle piece,

Then they add on as you go on,

Each memory, even if you don't remember it,

will be there.

Each mistake, each tear, each smile.

All are there.

Never to be forgotten.

Each piece comes after the next,

perfectly fitting in place.

And when you're old and gone,

there it is.

The completed puzzle of your life.

My Friend Moon.

I wrote this poem at 6 in the morning on our way to Disney world. The moon was shining bright and beautiful in the sky, so I simply had to write about my friend the moon.

My Friend the Moon.

I have no idea where I am,
we pass so many things, unknown to me,
all unfamilar.

There's only one thing close to me.
The only thing familar.
That follows me wherever I go.

His thoughts are always surronding me,
Listening to whatever I may say.
I think of him, and what I would do without him.
I cannot Imagine it.
I just can't.

He feels how tense I am, and trys to make me relax.
Whispering thoughts in my ear.

But the one thing thats sticks out,
Is that I'll always have home waiting for me,
with people I know and love.

And wherever I may go in life,
the moon well be there too.
Right there beside me.

Adarsh's Graduation Poem

On August 1st, obviously a long time ago ( I haven't written for awhile because my family went on a vacation to Disney World because I had to go there and perform a few dance with my ballet school, and we had an amazing time. There was even a workshop where Goofy came and danced with me and my dance class. We even learned a number from the Hollywood Studio's "Beauty and the Beast" production. The downside was that I didn't get to write very much), anyways, On August 1st, we were having a Graduation party for my cousin Adarsh. He is going to college this fall. A bunch of us were told to bring something inspirational. So here is the poem that I wrote and spoke aloud for him before we cut the cake.

So, Here it is:

Adarsh's Graduation Poem

We look up to you,
Us little ones,
We watch, and admire, your every move,
Hoping to be as great as you are,
Someday.
Now is your moment to shine,
You may not know it,
But you are one of a kind,
And there is nobody like you.
Success will surely come your way,
But remember,
Success is not something given to you,
You must earn it on your own.
And sometimes,
When you are really overwhelmed,
You may want to give up, and come back home.
But stop,
Think of the journey it took to get you there.
Are you just going to throw that all away?
Please don’t, because we at home are counting on you,
Not to give up.
So go on,
Show us all what you can do,
And we shall be waiting,
Right here at home, missing you.

I am

This is perhaps the very first poem I ever written, during a boring day of school in September when they were explaining the rules to the new sixth graders for the millionth time that week. I found it today cleaning my room. I liked it so much that I rewrote the poem on a fresh sheet of paper, then I crumpled up the first copy and threw it on my desk and went downstairs to show my mom. She said this is her favorite one ever and I think it's mine too. I decided to share it with all of you, So here it is:

I AM

I am an individual who loves to be,

as quiet as the morning sea,

I can be as loud as a new drum,

I see a bright future for me to come,

I seek to help others in need,

and help to plant more tree seeds.

I will help to right what I think is wrong,

and hum along to the bird's new song.

I want to challenge myself all I can,

It is a part, of my life's game plan.

I'm a cloud as soft as can be,

a river that flows into the deep blue sea,

I'm a brave warrior you know,

and that part of me shall never go.

I am myself and that's all I'll ever be,

Even if I grow as tall as a maple tree.

For I am, Me and that's all I can be.

Hope you all like this one!

Please Comment,

Thanks,

Meghana :)

Memories

This poem I wrote last night but I was too tired to post it on my blog. Hope you like it:)

Memories

Our bad memories hurt us, as bare feet on shattered glass, and may haunt us our entire lives.

And our good memories, may sometimes be in our hearts,

as a needle in a haystack. And the needle tends to be the good memory.

But we should not be letting our good memories be torn from us. No. We should place them deep within our hearts, never to be forgotten. And the bad memories, should be the needle within the haystack. And let us learn from these memories. Sometimes the ones you love, try to protect you from having these memories. But they have to know, and let them know, that you will make your own memories, and good or bad, they should be your own.

Rainbows

The other Day a Rainbow had appeared in the sky behind our house. My mom and I were fascinated by its beauty that we walked up and down the hill next to our vegetable garden on the side of our house until the rainbow faded away.
So here is the poem I wrote on July 2nd when a different rainbow was in the sky, and above is the picture I drew today of a rainbow:

RAINBOWS

The pot of gold at the end of each rainbow,

is it really always there?

Many people, who don't enjoy life as it is

have a tendency to be greedy.

Why can't they, as I often do, look at the rainbow,

and smile.

The rainbow is a very beautiful thing, given to us

by god.

All you want to do is stop life for a few moments and marvel at it's beauty.

But life has to go on. Each second ticking away.

Tick-Tock-Tick-Tock-Tick-Tock-Tick-Tock!

Something special and unique about rainbows,

is the fact that you can't cut them down, no matter how hard you try.

You just can't.

Unlike the trees.

You just can't.

They come and go as they please.

There's no telling when the next one coming.

It's a secret surprise lurking around the corner,

coming, to brighten up your day!