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.

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.