The Light Of Friendship.

I wrote this in school a few days back as I’m applying for the post of student editor for our school magazine. We were supposed to write a poem on any topic of our choice and this is how it turned out. I’m not very good poetry but I’m actually very proud of this piece. I really hope you guys like it.


It was years ago

when I first stepped through those gates,

Into an unknown land,

that would be my abode for the coming days.

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I’m Back.



I have been trying to write a blog post for the past two weeks since my finals ended. Actually, I have been trying even before that. But for some reason, I am unable to sit down and write down a proper post which explains why I have been missing for so long and what went down while I was gone.

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People Kill.


A month back, I wrote about how cool it would be if weapons disappeared from the face of the earth. But I realized that it’s people who kill, not weapons. We have created them and we are the ones using them. And if we are not using weapons, I don’t think we are falling short of other methods. The thing is that we don’t even need to die physically to actually be dead. You could just die emotionally. It is as bad as actually being dead. Maybe even worse. Because the pain has numbed you; you are unfeeling, bruised and battered but still there. Still hanging on by a thread. After all, it’s people who kill.

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What if there were no weapons?


A few days back when I was trying to fall asleep, this random thought crossed my mind; What if there were no weapons? Like what if they just disappeared from the face of the earth and everyone forgot how to make them again? The memory of the process just wiped off their brains? No more shotguns, and AK-47s and nuclear bombs. And no matter how hard the people tried they would not be able to remember what you need to do to make a weapon. What I think is that if we cannot create peace by preaching people then maybe something as miraculous as this is what is needed to enforce peace. Because right now all these so-called adults and political leaders can do is basically ban people and categorize certain communities under these narrow-minded labels that have been created. All that we are able to achieve by this is fuel more hatred among people because apparently, every hijabi is a terrorist, every black guy is a thug and every refugee is a criminal.

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Inspiration comes from the weirdest places.


When the word inspiration comes to my mind, the first thing I think of is a great personality or maybe a life changing experience. These feel like fitting things that should invoke a sense of inspiration in a person. But I realized that it does not necessarily have to be those things that inspire a person. It could be the smallest of things that can possess the ability to inspire in you. It could be a person you saw on the television, an article you read in the newspaper, a song you heard on the radio or even a single drop of rain sliding down a window pane. That rhymed. Anyways, going back to the point, what I mean to say is that you don’t need to experience extraordinary things to actually do extraordinary things. Look around and maybe you will find something or someone who makes you feel like you can do anything and that you have the capabilities that can change the world.

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Happiness is not my forte.

Happiness: noun
  1. the state of being happy.

Sounds pretty simple but this state of mind is very hard to acquire. And once you do acquire it, the paranoia of losing it takes over your brain. It’s kinda the same with me. Lately, I have felt scared to feel happy because I know, in some corner of my mind, that it’ll not last. Something or the other happens and everything comes crashing down. It really hurts. You just feel so empty at times. I am known to be able to handle a lot of physical pain. But what about emotional pain? I honestly don’t know. I just try to ignore the pain and the sadness for so long that it kinda keeps building up inside until it hits you like a tidal wave. The emotions just sweep you away. And as I lay in my bed, crying my eyes out, a hand over my mouth so as to not make any sound and the other on my chest because it hurts so much, I just can’t handle it. My life has been so confusing lately that I don’t even know whom I should be confronting about my problems.

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