Something to say.

Dearest Mom,

I do not know what to say to you, for words and a day is very less to define what you mean to me. You are the world , the guide, the perfect friend who just understands you, just a look is enough to convey ocean deep stories and sky high emotion, no words are ever needed.

My keeper , you are the one who looks after me when I am knee deep in confusion. You are the one who has confidence in me , when I myself can only convey doubt. Thank you for understanding me better than I ever understood myself.

I have great dreams for my future and I know by the name of good lord that I wouldn’t have even thought of reaching the end line if you hadn’t been there pushing me forward to achieve it. Thank you for being the support that I needed when I was down. The kick to my senses , when I felt stupid. The boost of perfect ebullience ,when I was lazy . Thank you for reminding me of the innocence that lies within everyone.

I am no Shakespeare,  but yes I can tell you that I love you more than Cordelia could ever love King Lear.
The dew is pure as it falls on petals , glistening and sparkling a hundred stars , but I love you beyond that. I won’t say that you are perfect, for no body is , but as close a person can come to perfection ,you are steps ahead of that.

I adore you for your patience,  for you go through day to day hearing complains , seeing frowns , angry words , and annoyed huffed up people , yet each time I come to you asking for advice , or just trivial things like tying my hair, you are always there with a sincere smile on your face that reaches your bright eyes.

Mom, You are the reflection of Wow , a word that inspires wonder and lights eyes on incandescent fire. You helped me become who I am , and for that I will be eternally grateful to you.

Your annoying little daughter
Akanksha Krishnatre.

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A Happy birthday letter to Shakespeare

Wordsmith colony
Teenage lane
India

23 April 2016

English writers block
Gate 1616- Dramatist’s paradise
Heaven.

Respected Shakespeare Sir,

Again, I am here at your service to provide you with information regarding the, tangled mess of people, that is the society. But before I move to those not-so-pressing matters, let me ask after your health and happiness. After my last letter I hope everything regarding you has taken a turn towards the best. Now let’s discuss some matters that can’t be neglected.

So Sir before anything else let me wish you a grand, magnificent and full of grandiose birthday. May your fame succeed you in all the next generations to come. Now I remember that your unfortunate death also took place at this same day ,but considering the fact that I am a mere teenager writing a letter to you,that seems like a taboo topic to talk about. Let’s move to something more cheerful that lightens the mood and creates an aura of bliss.

I assure you respected sir , that the reason behind my being late in writing this letter today is not my forgetfulness, but my hesitancy to write. Sir I realise that it will seem like a poor excuse to you, the greatest dramatist of all time, but I assure you that to a budding poet like me , the hesitancy of writing to you was more hard to overcome than a writers block. But it doesn’t matter any longer. Here I am writing to you.

Sir, now about the homo sapiens. Human society is just moving forward slowly and steadily on the cycle of rise and fall. Nothing out of ordinary about them. As you portrayed the assaisan of Caesar by the hands of Cassius,  Brutus and other conspirators, I assure you respected sir , the same is going on with every part of society , where each and every man looks out for his or her own benefit.

Respected Shakespeare Sir,  Do not worry about the society,  even though they pave their own fall , yet do not worry about them , for they will learn with your guidance and in the end they will understand their mistakes. But that’s not what I am writing to you about.

Sir , I am writing this letter to ask about the feast that took place in heaven to celebrate your birthday. Do give me account regarding it. Here on earth we the literature feeding , bookworms,  bibliophile, bookmaniac and your epic fan teenagers, adults and older people definitely celebrated your birthday. Enjoy your ultimate day.

Respected Shakespeare Sir, through your vivid views on everything,  I hope your view about birthday’s in general is  a great one, for I love them no doubt. With cakes and candles and sweets and joy nothing more is needed.

Sir, I now see that I have said a numerous things that do not make much sense and rest assured definitely I will give the excuse of sleepy eyes and confused head at midnight. I hope you won’t mind. I will again write to you when I feel like it , Until then Adieu . Do shower your dramatic blessings on me and give my sincere respect to Sir G.B.Shaw , Sir
Ben Johnson , Sir .Samuel Beckett , Sir Arthur Miller and the whole crew.
Do write if possible,
If impossible
Write all the same.

Yours faithful young wordsmith
Akanksha Krishnatre.

P.S. Have an incandescent birthday blast.

An Adieu To Home

The day has finally arrived,  where I am supposed to mutter my goodbyes to my oh-so-dear-family with a poker face and not-so-teary eyes. Let me rewind a little to allow you to understand my situation here. I am ,as some of you are aware, 15 years old , and the city I hail from does not have well enough further education i.e. Classes 11-12 in the field of science . Now as a wanna be cardiologist I will have to gain my so-precious (sarcasm on full height) class 12th result from a prestigious school or institute . Now till class 10th I studied in the most renowned school of my city and one of the best schools for girls in my state.

Now arrives the problem dancing in its itty bitty suit. As I have aforementioned that I wish to continue my studies in the field of science,  so in order to fulfill the wish I will have to move away from my family , my home town , my state and into an entirely another one . I realize as I write that it won’t seem much of a problem to most of you ,my fellow bloggers , but I assure you , the aspect of me living on my own, doing my own laundry (which until now I had nothing to do with) and eating from a mess terrifies me beyond limit. But still I will have to go. I mean the probability of me visiting home is after seven months in November and that also for 4-5 days. Ah! The joy hostel life allows you.

Now I am happy that i will not be completely out of my comfort zone for inthe city resides my very sweet and welcoming Bari ma i.e. my mothers elder sister and with me my two dear friends Shalini Priya and Riddhi Kashyap will be going too. We will be sharing a hostel room and have the same layout planned for our future for the coming 8 years or so. Now imagine my happiness when I came to the obvious conclusion that they both are also at their wits end.

So now today I , Shalini and Riddhi with our respective guardians will get on the train destined for our destination.  Wish me all the luck from the world for i am sure in the dire need of it. Hope for me that I shall be able to achieve what I wish for. Bye fellow bloggers.

Akanksha Krishnatre

A letter to Shakespeare

Wordsmith colony
Teenage lane
India

1 February 2016

English writers block
Gate 1616- Dramatist’s paradise
Heaven.

Respected Shakespeare Sir,

Take my salutation into consideration and do proceed with the letter . First let me out of my sheer morbid curiosity and politeness ask, Sir how is your stay in heaven? I sincerely hope you are comfortable and cheerful because on earth situations are not so grand. I hope you are full of felicity at your grand success in the literature world. I completely agree with the world and myriad of geniuses that you are the greatest dramatist of all time and ‘course a supreme poet. Well I sincerely hope your fame has reached the eerie yet magnificent heaven. Now when I am hearty content with your health and happiness let’s proceed onto the topics at hand.

Sir I have a few queries that I need answered and I hope that you will be kind enough to do so. The first and foremost thing that baffled me was how did you know what the human civilization was going to end up like in the future? What I meant dear sir is that your dramas are the perfect portrayal of today’s society. Did you had a magical mysterious ruby jeweled mirror or something of that kind that reflected the future? Or is it just the fate of every society to decline and fall after its exuberant rise. History repeats itself , for the cycle of rise and fall could be traced from Rome to Athens. And you dear sir are very well aware of that. But can’t the cycle just end at the rise and set a enrapturing example. I know you are laughing at me , saying that it’s a cycle, and a cycle cannot end at a point but be continuous. I know your answer will be a clear and wise no, well Never mind.

Now that you have seen and understood that humanity is falling in its own trap like it’s succumbed to decline and ruin. You must be feeling sorry. Well don’t worry because you yourself made clear that after every great tragedy either a man’s fate is that of Antonio or that of Brutus. Either a man understands like king lear understood or he dies utterly consumed in his own plethora of ego like Macbeth.  But whatever turn the man will take, Victory will always be of the one who is righteous.

Dear Shakespeare Sir,  through your wit , humour , passion , power , love , lust , politics , omens , forecasts , wisdom , cruelty , internal conflicts and game of thrones,  you being the wise being you are, showed us different ways out of trouble , all we need to do is to read them intently and be passionate in doing so.  Thank you so much for jotting down the future of present mankind in the past.

Sir I love your writings and above all I respect your wisdom . The way you sum up whole life in a few sentences and the way you express emotions in words that can even wield the matter. Your dialogues are the perfect example of silky emotions blend with iron will and logic in the perfect proportion. The grotesque coldness of time and the illogical decrepit ignorance of Lords were described on the flaxen flyleaf in a graceful manner.

Sir I hope for you all kinds of bliss and joy wrapped in incandescent smiles. I will again write to you when I again fail to understand the aim of human kind . Until then Adieu . Do shower your dramatic blessings on me and give my sincere respect to Sir G.B.Shaw , Sir Ben Johnson , Sir .Samuel Beckett , Sir Arthur Miller and the whole crew.
Do write if possible,
If impossible
Write all the same.

Yours faithful young wordsmith
Akanksha Krishnatre.

P.S : I cherish your writings, for they act as a flickering flame in the darkness of unknown. Happy writing.

A quick intro

Hello friends, I am Akanksha Krishnatre,  maybe few of you remember me as a poet with a blog named akankshakrishnatre,  but unfortunately that blog has closed. So here I am again as a teenage poet with views on anything or everything that catches my attention. Stay tuned, stay safe and happy writing.