Manvitha's Musings

  Once, there was a six-year-old girl named Amulya. She was known for her kindness and for spreading joy wherever she went. Her best friend, Shyam, was sensitive and caring, and together they enjoyed talking about good values. One day, a new boy named Surya joined their class. He was shy but excited to learn. His family was poor, and they had saved up money for him to attend school. Despite this, Amulya and Shyam welcomed him warmly. Sofi, a girl from their class, was rich and often boasted about her family's wealth. She thought her financial status made her better than others. Soon, she began to tease Surya, calling him “worthless” and “dirty,” making him feel excluded and hurt. Surya cried every day, trying to hide his pain. Amulya and Shyam, however, treated Surya with respect, seeing him as an equal. One day, while explaining homework to Surya, Sofi mocked them, saying, “Are you seriously going to talk to him? That’s so lame.” Amulya was furious. “Sofi! Don’t disrespect him! Ju...

  From flashing eyes to cooing little lips, You are a melody, so sweet and divine A piece of innocence, delicate sips Of joy and love while our hearts entwine A bundle of energy, walks like a bird With waddling steps, so cute and delightful I attempt to describe it, whirling every word Just an adorable baby, charming and artful As you add new shades on a mundane day, You brighten my smile, come what may.

Why did you say all those words? It broke my heart into pieces The silent scars still haunt me It’s called passions, not diseases A messy, unstructured little message To say that pleasure becomes heavy carrying hope, dreams, and love Pierces my soul, and starts to chivvy Being me is hard to deal Those echoing pasts are hard to heal Culture shifts, and everything else Gaining acceptance, losing myself I want myself back, so I type on the screen It makes me feel safe, like I’m heard and seen Weaving stories, crafting poems Gives me bliss that no one knows But it comes at the cost of being dreamy And leading a life intense and creamy Misunderstood passion unexpected joy They are part of my spirit Not a mere toy!