Manvitha's Musings

The words tumbling out from a stranger is fine, But from your lips they feel sour like lime It hit hard and deep and I don’t know why  Tears threaten to shimmer and spill down my eyes Maybe it’s due to our bond, so divine That makes every reaction something that feels like mine Close and personal, but still it stings  Am I enough? Am I doing too many things? I never intended to hurt your soft heart Yet your words ring in my ears, it’s breaking me apart Heaviness wants to settle in my chest I can’t ease myself, it’s an unwritten quest And yet I can’t win, can’t soothe the ache within I stay still outside but inside I’m screaming.

A female's silence is the sweetest melody you'll ever hear, it indicates her deep thought about you; she wants to hold you near! Her dazzling eyes Are full of blissful lies With a smile she says that she's completely fine, but inside, with her tears, she writes poetic lines Behind her face lies pain and pleasure with nine months of determination she gives birth to a treasure  yet still, she is ignored spitefully! no one even thanks her gratefully Why don't we give her a chance to bring divinity to the world? Don't look at her with sympathy, Look at her with humanity!

Breathing lungfuls of fresh air, I set foot on the scrawny petal As I ride, wind blows through my hair And dances to the clinking metal As I pass, buildings zoom by my eyes And glisten in the eternal twilight  And on the road, rainwater lies And gets churned by the gleaming moonlight Vehicles roar up and down the road Studded with the city lights that twinkle like stars The night is invited and descends with a load Of sparkling starlight that stretches far

  “We all are artists in disguise of mortals, brimming with divine energy.” The Abandoned Artist A collection of authentic poems, exploring the depths of true art and how it can be playfully misunderstood. Have you ever liked doing something so much that others misunderstood you and called it “obsession”, without realizing how hard you are working towards that passion? It can be dancing, writing, sports and so much more. There is an artist in all of us. Not just someone that paints on a canvas; but someone that feels, dreams, smiles, cries, creates, and inspires. Why don’t we explore that artist together? It’s not just fun, it’s soulful. Dedicated to The Creek Planet School, and all my amazing teachers and friends. Thank you not just for teaching me, but for giving me hope, inspiration, motivation, challenges, smiles and new experiences. Next year, I will be leaving the school, so this book is a token of gratitude and my way of bidding farewell. Though this touches on topics simila...