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 The Scribble What to write? is a daunting question A clean, white paper is what makes me waver A chance for something unique and great Appreciation and longing for fame A fear to not write anything but great Makes everyday seem the same Sitting and staring at the clean, white paper Ideas running through my head But as I write, they stop dead Not good, stupid, lame! Were the thoughts that dominated my head My pen screeched ‘boring’ Negative thoughts and emotions were soaring Filled with tension and anticipation I started with a dabble, A scribbly scribble A page that was once completely white is now as black as a starry night I let my emotions run completely free My tension is then released And now I feel much more merry This time I write Not for glory or fame Don’t care if it is lame This time I write for fun and cheer For it is the fun and enjoyment in  Writing that I hold dear This poem was chosen as a finalist and then chosen as a runner up in the conVERSE poetry slam org...

 If I Could Paint In the Air If I could paint in the air I would paint all day without a care Sketches, doodles and portraits Landscapes, cartoons and ,myriad shapes Maybe some rockets to the moon For humankind it would be a boon Or maybe new cities and some schools With only my paintbrush as a tool  But the bliss of creating this magic I would not hoard with myself I would share the glory with my kith and kin  All the magical paintbrushes on my shelf There would be less misery and more artists with paintbrushes clamped in their fists There would be more joy, care and more share If only I could paint in the air This poem was sent for a writing competition at an international level organised by Little Scoop. This poem stood first in Telangana State.

  If One Day Could Be Repeated...  If one day could be repeated everyday I would definitely choose Sunday It is a stress breaker and a fun day Filled with countless opportunities but less time To choose from is a happy headache The lazy mornings of Sunday No school or homework to do, Laying all morning  Pondering over fun stuff to do Sunny mornings of bliss No Maths, no Science, no languages The thought makes me drool Then a call to my friends Followed by hours of happiness And then I have a brunch Over the delicious food I hunch Gobbling everything up Engaging in gupshup Conversing with my family All topics, wise or silly Afternoons are spent binging on Netflix Some popcorn, juice and just chilling Countless shows to choose from The options are perplexing And hours pass away like seconds Evenings pass away while I play Cricket, basketball or dodgeball Then we reluctantly part ways f or our homes, Occasionally coming across a dog run astray The menu for dinner leaves me b...