Where We Are From, There is No Sun. 

​Where we are from,
there is no sun.
But quotation grey clouds,
the cloak I wear each morning.
Dyed with the colours of my mouth
shut tight with unjust kisses.
And I wear the cloaks
tied with taut strings
around my neck.
It is a conspiracy,
you see,
The don’t want me to speak
For I shout,
Standing off the cliff
Hoping to fill the void
with some kind of some noise,
Noise with colours 
That bleed pages upon pages of tragedies. 

For I scream
In Hope 
That one solemn day
My words will echo back to people.
Make them believe
that even though
Where we are from,
There is no sun,
yet some people
are hoping to light a bulb.

I wear the cloak
of the colour that shines in dead eyes.
People, You see
no longer see.
They have hollow sockets
Where eternity was once captured.
And Irises hazel, Brown, tawny and grey.
have no emotions.
But the ups and downs 
of denial and death.

War is a game
like monopoly.
And I am still craving for the words to end it.
I don’t want to win
Because victory seldom means Peace
and House never means home.
And where we are from,
there is no sun.

Yet I stand
in persuit of lost cities.
That once we’re carved on maps,
with quills that hoped for a future.
Where there was a break among clouds
and filtered ochre sunlight caressed my brows.
Cities, lost like baby teeth
leaving behind in hope
for a better foundation
But in truth,
left behind the bleeding gums of Humanity.

And maybe when I say,
that I put blame.
I am not seeking innocence
for my own tainted soul.
Because the legacy gifted upon our tongue
tastes bitter like blood
and It has been years since
I was born
And I can still taste the iron
driving nails in my mouth.
Reminding me
of my traditions, cultures and heritage,
which I no longer wish to follow.
For often when you fall into the sea,
It is not pearls that you seek,
but survival.

And decades we have tasted metal.
It is time,
that the broken dandelion seeds
are searched for again.
And an orchard made of despair,
With Ivy molded upon it of hope.

Because I still dream
that when I tell
the leaders of tomorrow 
there would be lights seeping through
milky white clouds.

And the teacup that shattered long ago,
would have come back once for all,
and universe would contract to give place,
to those that never fit in. 
Searching for identity,
among frozen photographs pasted upon walls.
Those with dignity held high
when questioned 
and gender specified
Because male and female defines nothing
But genitalia.

In that time
there would be shelter for,
those that stand unaware and breathing poison.
And death holding their palms
would be saved.
And there would be light in eyes 
and hope in smiles, 
no different from a newborns.

I am still standing on the cliff,
Talking to the void.
Please
Don’t call me crazy.
For where we are from,
there is no sun.

And I will tell stories
of darkness, of despair,
when light will finally be lighted
and fire burnt in every home.
Because House never means home
and victory seldom means peace.

I would teach them,
the children of light ,
that this generation
crushed and cursed 
with a hope still
gave birth to beauties
in the womb of beast.
Because where we were from,
there was no sun.
But,
there is light
 today.
©krishnatre

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An appeal with my readers

A lot changed me in the past few months. And a lot changed around me. A lot changed about me. Now no longer a teenager but I finally became a girl with a voice, people would listen to. 

My amazing friends and fellow bloggers, I Akanksha Krishnatre finally became an author with her poetry collection named ‘The Symphony of A Soul’ published. 

you all have been a rock in this journey, encouraging when I felt weak. I am thankful to all of you for always being there for me and my verses. 

An excerpt from a poem named ‘To the one reading’  in the book reads:

I know you have cried
A thousand tears
Shown a few
Treasured the rest.
I know all that.
I know you hide your scars
But darling 
They make you strong.

And I am sorry
I could not tell you sooner
That stranger,
I have known it all along
And I want to remind you 
That through all days 
Good or bad
There are people
Who find you beautiful,
That know you
People who care.
So Stranger,
Darling
Take care.

I would be grateful if I a child still would get more and continuous support of My amazing fellow bloggers. The book is available on amazon. I would be delighted, if you could take the pains of going through it and leaving a review on the link below.  It would be an amazing help to a growing writer if you placed an order. For this visit the link below..

https://www.amazon.in/dp/8193184157/ref=cm_sw_r_wa_apa_i_udw.zbR7XWAHP

Thank you for your support.

A.Krishnatre.

P.S don’t forget to write a review.

My first leibster award.

​My first ever leibster award.

Leibster is a german word meaning pleasant, precious or valuable. I feel honoured to get nominated for this award by Himanshu Sisodia. He has got an amazing blog with beautiful Sunday scenic shots and not to forget true to word reviews. Her go check out his blog at inspirehigh 

My thanks to my blogger friends who have always encouraged me to write and express what I always thought of. Thank a lot to you people for being there. You all are simply amazing. I had never thought I would get this sort of response and truth be told, I feel honoured.

So here goes the rules for the Liebster Award:

  • Acknowledge the blog/s who nominated you and display the award
  • Answer the eleven question that the blogger gives you
  • List 11 random facts about yourself
  • Nominate up to eleven other blogs that you think are deserving of this award (with less than 200 followers)
  • Let the bloggers know you have nominated them
  • Give them 11 questions to answer

Here are the eleven questions Himanshu Sir had for me: 

What is your Favorite Food and Why?

My favourite food is anything that is home cooked. These two years of living in a hostel has given me a new found appreciation of home food and its luxuries.

Who motivates you to write?

Often when introverts look around they realise that the world is full of people trying to give their two cent advice on anything beneath the sun. And amidst this chaos of chatter with no content, artists often find ways to explore ways to express, be it dancing, singing, painting, theatre or writing. Just the realisation that there are not enough people around to listen then papers lend you power to speak to millions, maybe that is what drives me to write. 

Tell us the Craziest thing that you ever did?

The craziest thing that I have done, it is hard to decide to say which one. Does shouting UFO UFO with two friends at night on a road with just a handful of people count as crazy. 
Well once I also had a lengthy discussion with a wrong number on three o clock in the morning as to who supplies underwears to mowgli in the jungle and why does melody taste so chocolaty. The former was asked by him the later by me. It was a funny day. 

What is your Favorite Movie and Genre?

My favourite movie would be Inception with Leonardo DiCaprio, directed by Christopher Nolan. The Genre I prefer is Action, Adventure and fantasy. Not to forget Sci-fic.

What is your Favorite Destination to Travel and why?

I love traveling and I have been lucky enough to travel a bit, see a few places and if someone expects me to choose a specific place out of all those then it is just not possible. How does one choose between the flaxen jeweled spanning desert and the white foams like cajoling blankets of the endless ocean. 


What made you start Blogging?


An innate desire to write, to express, to know people who do not know my story and won’t be biased. People who would know me for my writings. Writing to me is passion and blogging helps me take my passion to new levels. 
 

What is your Favorite Cartoon Show or Cartoon Movie?

My favourite cartoon show is Tom and Jerry and Courage the cowardly dog.

Do you believe in Destiny?


I have no inkling of an idea if destiny exists. All I know is that everything happens for a reason. The steps we take give us consequences and we are never left out from the result of our actions. Everything has a beginning and an end and maybe both of them are undetermined depending solely on us. Maybe it is destiny maybe it is not. I guess I will never know.

What are the things you like and don’t like about yourself?

What I like about me is my determination to do what I feel is right amidst any sort of situation. And what I don’t like about me is that I procrastinate till the last moment to do things that are long due.

Which form of Blogging (Micro-blogging, Video Blogging or the Classic Original) you
 think is best?

Different blogging is great for different kinds of people. For me Classic Original blogging works best. It gives me the way in which I like to express my words. 

Do you think that turning your Hobby into your Profession is a Good Idea?

Turning Hobbies into profession is a great idea till the moment the hobby has enough potential to keep you going. For me my hobby is writing and performing written pieces and no I don’t want it as a profession. I want my profession to be in the field as a civil servant. So it is an amazing idea, just not the one for me.

Eleven Bloggers I think are deserving of this award.

  1. आनंद कवठेकर for mrugjalblog
  2. Kimaya Ingale for NOTHEONEYOUKNEW
  3. Afzal moola for afzalmoola
  4. Rishavdeep  for 999rsb
  5. Carolyn Glackin for lovenotesfromyourstruly
  6. Ali Qureshi for maequreshi
  7. Anusha choudhary for notablackandwhitelife
  8. Malakhai Jones for windowsbymalakhaijones
  9. Honing your reality for honingyourreality
  10. Vaibhaw Verma for vaibhaw1694
  11. Poisen Yvy for poisonousyvy

Eleven random facts about me.

  1. I am the youngest one in my family.
  2. I aspire to be a civil servant. 
  3.  I can fluently speak three languages and write in two.
  4.  I am not much into resteraunt foods. They are great and all but home food is what I would rather have.
  5. I hate swearing. The cute little F words just make me cringe. I have got no idea as to why.
  6.  I like to perform poetry as per in a performance poetry ( aka poetry slam) but I also love the traditional written works.
  7. I am good at sports and am athletic. I like soccer (Football) and kabbadi. Still could not understand cricket.
  8. I live in a lodge with two roommates. Both are a bunch of sunshine (clad in clouds of mischief).
  9. I have watched TV. Series like F.R.I.E.N.D.S, The originals, Doctor Who, Sherlock, Mentalist and yada yada yada.
  10. I love reading books and can read any genre except romance and young adult ( stay away from them). My favourite book is 100 years of solitude by Gabriel Graçia Marqhuez.
  11. I am 16 years old and intolerably lazy.

Eleven questions for my awesome nominees.
1) What is your favourite book and why?
2) What pushes you to pick the pen each day?
3) What are your hobbies like?
4) What do aspire to become someday?
5) Did any character of a book or a movie move you in some way? Who was it?
6) Favourite Genre?
7) What does writing mean to you?
8) Life to honour or honour to life?
9) Did you ever do something crazy?
10) What sort of world would you want to see?
11) Traditional Writings or something different?

And there you go, I did my part. Thank you again Himanshu for this award.

Yours truly 

Akanksha Krishnatre

P.S I did an amazing happy dance after getting nominated. The dance consisted of me flapping around like a headless chicken from one furniture to another.

6 Months.

Six months, Six complete months and now once again back to my home town, even though just for mere 8 days but these 8 days mean a lot. Durga puja has started and it feels good to go back to family on this pious occasion. A beautiful festival, celebrating the strength of women hood depicted in the holy yet humane sculpture of beautiful Ma Durga. What more is needed for a family but the visit of their daughter. I am excited to see their faces. I missed everyone, being the kind of person I am, I do not get homesick but the mere rememberance of grandpa is more than enough motivation for me to just go as the moment has arisen. 


My friends called, they want to meet. It will be good to catch up with them and just know what is happening in my hometown. I will visit my old school and teachers. I know it has only been Six months but you can only imagine what a girl about to turn 16, in the Indian culture, not accustomed to living in a lodge ( which she has wonderful and not so surprisingly adjusted to) will feel returning home.


Right now I am in the train which will take me after 15 hours to My city. Outside the black wings of darkness has engulfed the surrounding. Out of the open window nothing but a black abyss can be seen. Fellow readers I am happy beyond limit, I just hope that for you everything is turning out for the best.


Anyway I will say good night cause the clock is striking 9:30 and I am exhausted from packing and moving and shifting and repeating the process from 2 days. So good night, sweet dreams and may this festive season give you all the best of seasons greetings. 


Akanksha Krishnatre 

The real tragedy.

A child can be forgiven
As he crouches in a corner
Afraid of blinding darkness.       It has the age                                   and the pure sacred innocence 
To be afraid ,
To dream the dreams of monsters
With bared fangs and gleaming eyes
Waiting in the murky shadows
To pounce upon his little self.


Unknown to the rituals of the world

He is allowed to cry
As tears fall without light 
and fear sets in his eyes.


But the real tragedy 

Of the world so vast 
Is when men are afraid of the gloom
Known to the illusion of beasts
And the writer of such stories.
They cower with fear tucked inside.

A twisted metaphor
The irony burning bright
When the musicians of screams
Get deaf with yodelling noise.


The tragic tale of sapiens 

bruised in heart and mind.
Planting the little seeds
That one day will grow
To cover the sky.
And then when blaze won’t be seen
And warmth not felt.
Then the people in streets
Lounging in bliss
Will then together say
They are afraid without light. 

The children are forgiven
for they are innocent in motive
unknown to the cruelty
the gloaming has to offer.
The terror among hearts,
Like beautiful playgrounds in the dark
with blood and gore
flesh and bones
guns and death
that symbolise the inequity
As the blazing bloom of black.

As one prefers to say 
The dark as a criminal mark
It is like a twisted form of truth 
For now the devils are afraid of the dark.

My guide

Dearest Papa

Where shall I begin? Why not from the beginning. From the exact moment of time my conscience kicked into action and I can remember,  I know and I am aware of the fact that I was and I am proud to have you as my father. You know how to laugh insanely with me at my not-so-funny incidents , and you also are aware of the way to control the rage that I have , fueled directly from hell.

You , being the bibliophile you are , casted the precious ailment to me and made me a bookworm too. I cannot thank you enough for showing me the path to living different lives over and over again through words encrypted upon pages. Good lord! Now that I think about it , you were the one who always made sure that I was never short on classic novels.

You spoile me in an educational manner, in a way that I now can hold my ground and not let anyone trample upon my works. You make me confident of my potential to achieve. You made sure that my world was not only based upon books but I also had a firm grasp of school. Due to you today I even hold a  good result and abundance of knowledge, which when compared to you is still very less.

You remind me that I am a leader at heart. A teenager with enough courage to give her thoughts a strong voice , and I am grateful for that reminder. You were the reason I stood for the selection of House captain at my school ,and as you had foretold I became one. You know my future more than I have planned it.

Sometimes through the years I have heard you say ,that in me you see your own reflection. And take note of my words dear Dad ,that at that moment I could not be more proud of myself.

You , due to your drive towards history and literature,  often write and you were the first person to push me in the field of blank pages, pen, Ink and ideas . And now that through years I have grown and hold a much better understanding of the concept of writing , I remember that you were the one to hear my first work of poetry and with uncontained joy proclaimed that I could be a very strong and powerful poet. I know from looking back that my first poem was quite childish with attempted rhyme scenes ,written in the age of 9, yet you showed belief in me from the start.

Papa, for being my ideal, the person I believe in, the one I aspire to be like, whose dream I strive to fulfill. I would just simply like to thank you for everything. Be it the late night debates on writers or the heated discussion regarding economy or simply a combined view regarding politics or two different thoughts about a story. Whatever be it , you helped me grow in to the person that I today am.

You helped me develop in fields once beyond my comprehension, like a knowledgeable citizen of a developing country . You dear Dad, made me more of an individual than a person. So simply Thank you .

Your bibliophile little daughter
Akanksha Krishnatre

Result and colours

A few days ago on 28th May 2016 the awesome CBSE (please note my sarcasm here) finally declared the result of class 10th  ,for which I was waiting from 2 months and 9 days  to be accurate. My heart was beating on top gear , all confused whether I will get 9.6 or 9.8, for to be true 10.0 seemed a hope even after much hard work. So note my surprise when during my biology class in my coaching , Mam enters to tell that results are out and I achieved 10 CGPA.
For all the people out there, who are unaware about CBSE grading system ,all I can tell you is that this post won’t be able to sum the complexity of the system.  Please understand students are graded based on their performance on a scale of 1.0 point to 10.0 point. 10 CGPA denotes best performance.  Now I was directly selected in the top school of the state in which I have shifted to.
The result announcement seemed like a mixture of chaos and havoc ,with smiles and sweets  along with tears and frowns. The school will start from 22nd of June.  I have few days in my hand to get ready for School. My happiness knows no bound as I am waiting for the upcoming events to unfold.
Days are passing , simply mixing with each other with nothing to point out the difference between them.  Hoping for the best leads to best. For all the great fellow Indian students out there who have just got the result of class 10th. If your result turned out to be as your hope , then boatload of congratulations,  and if , Mark my words, if the result did not turn out to be as you hoped. Do not fret for the result of class 10th does not have much importance and no impact on your upcoming life. I agree there was once a time when class 10th known as Matric had a great importance in the life students , but now no longer that is the case, but yes I won’t deny that scoring good in 10th band 12th is quite important. So see your result , be stress free , just strive to do great in future , and do not be pressurised under any condition.

Now fellow bloggers out there be happy , be safe and stay tuned with this annoying clumsy little bibliophile Akanksha Krishnatre.

P.S : The dress code for school is just beyond awesome.

Akanksha Krishnatre.