Time Does Not Stop

As the ground shakes ferociously,

The beautiful sights of Kathmandu crumble resonantly.

Destroying peace and calm along the quake,

Yet time does not stop to witness it.

 

The very temples that formed the foundation of the city,

Have now formed a colossal crater in the ground.

Years of prestigious memories lost,

Yet time does not stop to recover it.

 

The cries of many orphaned children,

More terrible than the sound of the ground splitting apart.

Innocent lives, gone in a second,

Yet time does not stop to honor them.

 

Rubble, piled into mountains, with people still trapped inside,

The devastation over, but not quite.

The death toll, increasing by the minute,

Yet time does not stop to save them.

 

Citizens and tourists alike, starving critically,

A mother asking for food to feed her baby,

Getting refused though not losing hope,

Yet time does not stop to provide her.

 

As the choppers come and help the victims,

The wounded carried to the hospitals,

And the dead to the crematorium,

The moment whizzes to a slow motion

And time does slow down

-Tarini

The Golden Bird

Temples, idols, flowers, and Sun

There was a time when India was the golden one

Long ago, but not in a distant land

This tale is of the country which was once called the Golden Bird.

 

Centuries past, when forts spread vast

Merchants galore, with bangles and earrings hanging from a cart

Civilizations grew, but not too far

Rich capitals and even richer kings, about whom were created lores

But all that came to a pause when the Whites docked their ships upon the shores

 

Torment and torture and tyranny spread wide

Houses were burnt and children cried

The Battle of Buxar, the Battle of Plassey

No one knew for sure now, as blurred were the lines

 

Torment of the East spread to the West, and then everywhere

The East India Company had started the British phase

Rulers forfeited, heroes disappeared

Will there be anyone who would save them from this craze?

 

They fought, they rebelled, but the radicals were held

They struck, they tried, anyone who opposed died

Udham Singh served revenge on a cold platter

Bose versus the British, so went the matter

 

Gandhi took the path to peace

Naoroji served the sermons

Awaiting the time to make their move,

The citizens slowly sparked the fire.

 

Riots happened, protests were held

And into the freedom movement, the citizens delved.

Modern buildings and Indigo farms

Were destroyed by ammunition and arms

 

The Revolt of 1857, brought upon a new age

No longer did anyone tolerate the rage

The British crowd control failed, but Indians did not

Onwards, they marched, towards a new dawn

 

Gone was the darkness which came with the East India Company’s tyranny

A new hope emerged in the light of a new day

The Whites were weakened in the World War Two

The path to freedom opened anew

 

Meetings were held, parties were formed

A brand new era was about to begin

Negotiations happened and peace was restored

This was the tale of the country which was once called the Golden Bird

-Tarini

Life Ain’t No Story Book Kid 

Life ain’t no storybook kid,

With fairies in magical worlds,
Or angles in the heavens above,

With laced gowns and netted viels,

Or crystal diadems and pearls beneath,

The ocean so blue and vast,

Talking fish and shrimps and sharks,

The oysters with eyes, the corals so bright.

With witches in caps and potions that 

Make you invincible.

With spells for all kinds of chores ,

With creatures never seen before,

Misty clouds and giant peaches,

Abandoned islands and empty beaches.

There ain’t no golden bird or egg,

There ain’t no monster with three heads,

No vampires dripping blood, 

No wands made of English oak wood.

No zombies, no giants, no huge bumble bees,

No wondrous 25th century technology. 

No hoverboards to fly on, 

No brooms to ride,

No owls with letters,

No god of the skies.

There ain’t no dementors, 

There ain’t no centaurs, 

There ain’t no demigods, witches or wizards. 

No damsel in distress, no prince with a sword, 

No tower and a princess with hair so long.

No yetis, no talking snowmen and trees,

No mind boggling galaxies.

No raging tides with entire towns below,

No wonderland where in summer it snows,

No dogs on a mission in a level seven crisis, 

No Zeus, no Ares, no Athena and Isis. 

These are worlds that we have created, 

Shaped with our palms,

They may not be true but to us they are.

They are much more than fantasies, fandoms and tales,

These are places where we can disappear only to be found again,

On a new planet or in a new land,

Sink deep and dwell in there for as long as you can.

-Tanvi 

The Fuhrer’s Vision

They are scum, they are pests,
They must work, no they can’t rest.
They are worse than rats and cows,
Said the Fuhrer with a tightened brow.

Who are they to earn a decent living?
They aren’t worth a single shilling.
They are killers of Christ, atheists and haters,
Untrustworthy, deceiving traitors.
They don’t believe in the things that I do,
They don’t worship the kings that I do.

We must eliminate them to “cleanse” the world,
Put them in chambers like cows in a herd.
Let loose the gas and let’s leave them to die,
Shoot anyone who demands how or why.

It’s only a couple of million rats anyway,
It’s part of winning the battle out there I say.
Let’s abuse nature, destroy what isn’t yet torn,
Let’s uproot humanity from its very core.

MY ASL SPEECH- UNCENSORED VERSION

I know, I know. You all are probably sick of me posting my ASL speech, so am I. But I’m too lethargic to write anything the entire year and on top of that I can’t come up with good topics. When ASL comes along and I look at the topics I realise they are pretty doable and then I HAVE TO write something which I end up posting. This year I chose wisdom and humour and of course I had to make the speech formalish (it’s being recorded and sent to the authorities mind you) but of course my evil head is full of sarcastic, cheesy, cocky ideas and I couldn’t help but pen them down though I didn’t actually say that. So here goes my ASL- UNCENSORED VERSION

WISDOM AND HUMOUR
Some might say that wisdom and humour is somewhat of an oxymoron with all those weirdos cracking jokes that no one make neither head nor tail of, but I beg to differ. I feel that wisdom and humour actually go hand in hand when you come to think of it. You can never really be witty without your jokes making some sort of sense. You need to relate humour to reality in some way or the other. So many great examples of this can be seen in English literature. From P.G Wodehouse to Douglas Adams, these authors have proved that wisdom and humour make a great couple (so have our beloved Chandler Bing and Sheldon Cooper). Wisdom is essential in order to express your humour in the right manner. What you’re trying to say with an inoccent intention *raises eyebrows* of simply lifting up spirits may come out sounding rude or even cheap at times which is where wisdom plays its role. My favourite form of wit being sarcasm, I consider wisdom to be an extremely essential ingredient here and my deepest condolences to those who think shoving chopsticks up your nose and pretending to be a mammoth is funny. When in an argument, shout out insults like they’re wise saws which just might leave Mr. Shakespeare baffled. Wisdom to humour is like sugar to coffee and god bless those who don’t take sugar in theirs with taste buds!

BONJOUR RESIDENTS OF THE INTERNET!

So introductions are not something I particularly excel at, but what I am good at is reading books and capturing moments (ultra-generic, I know).
I try to write relatable stuff most of the time and end up going completely off track, but I’ve been told that my opinions are pretty on point.
I’m an Indian teenager who loves to read, write, dance and watch sci-fi TV shows all the time. I’d love to say that I find goodness all around me, alas I’m the most sarcastic and pessimistic person in the history of ever. My dream job is to bake pies and wake the dead (kudos to everyone who got that reference).
My posts are generally going to focus on non-sugarcoated reviews, shoving my opinions down other people’s throats (though that may only happen once in a blue moon) and over-exaggerating life threatening circumstances that seem to happen way too often to me.
Wait up for the next post,
Tarini