Yesterday once more!

Never had thought that it will be so difficult to accept that I will move out of my school in just about four months… Today was so difficult to sit down and pen down few words on my school journey- This is a poem I wrote for all my friends, my teachers and all who made me what I am today!



Amidst the memory lane I try to walk down,

I sit and cry and laugh out,

From what I were to how I grew,

Its the journey I had set in this school!


From the happiest days to the ones I dreaded the most,

From the secret letters and songs we wrote,

When I remember these…

I owe it all to my friends and foes!


From my best friends to those who made me know,

Life isn’t what I thought of, there are highs and there are lows,

I maybe not what others want me to be,

But they were always there to see me grow!


From a girl who hated attending school,

To the one who looks forward for every working day,

How shall I tell myself-

My friends and teachers and all who I know… have always been there!


How I enjoyed moments of joy and regret,

From student politics to the petty, lame fights,

And discussing the latest memes and jokes we owned,

And bunking classes because my friend won’t feel right!


All day chattering and blaming the course so lengthy,

Promising that we would start studying right today,

To facing each other and laughing the next day,

And texting each other evening long, planning travelling together from Venice to Noway!


From the exam preparation to calculating marks for the extra mark to pass,

From discussing amongst our friends to how to face the teacher in the class,

And the Day of our lives when our parents arrive,

The day when all our future’s decided- Trust me how we face this D-Day of our life!


How can I miss the songs we sing all day,

From ABBA to Pink Floyd and Knocking on heavens door,

One song which we sing today and will make me miss these memories we made,

Its surely “Yesterday once more!”


-Radhika Mishra



The Element

Meticulously woven senses resides in the prosperous,
Revisits the opulent side of it,
Where the lack refuses the jouissance,
That element!

The appetence for the grail beyond avarice,
Blinds the avidity proliferating within,
Where the sanity hankers for that burgeoning passion,
Invites that element!

Purpose of thy entity is to ferret about for that element,
The sole architect to liberate thou from the grind,
Where one concedes to his veiled gusto,
Grows to be the unconquerable doyen!

The pellucid consciousness will thus reflect,
Enumerating the relinquishments,
Of consigning thyself to the refining of that element,
To find you coalescing with thy true self!

Astray Mind

Upon the crossroads of tussles,

Strikes the lightening of agony,

Virulent the question destroys,

The mindfulness!


Ferocious hounds consume the ability,

The direction waivers its destination,

Upon that nimbus that halos the mind,

Lets the comportment depart. 


Rendered by the hands-

powers that thou operates,

Struck by the strident voices,

Sibilant consciousness numbs the sanity!


Grounds crack upon the veneer,

Visages slithers past thy needs,

Folks and lords camouflage their roles,

But the neurotic sense knows it all!


A puppet conforming to thou master,

Master wrecking each modicum of thy resilience,

Let thyself assuage from clutches of such marionettist,

Let this persona regain its mind!

What is beauty?

On being asked this question by my teacher, it really made me think that we define beauty on a very shallow basis!

Many of us will still define it to be: Not the physical beauty but the inner one!

Even i was trapped under the same definition… But on questioning myself on this very question i came up with this…

” Beauty is an echo of your comeback after a setback! Its how beautifully you handled yourself through the difficult times and brought yourself to a stage you are known for!”

Everybody faces a challenge and a difficult time- its a part and beauty of life… But some surrender and some take it as a challenge to make it their move and have that beautiful comeback!

Whats your move?

Washed sands

Cool winds gushing past,

Stroking strands of hair,

Massaging the face,

Peaceful and serene waves wash through the legs.


Footprints i leave as every step I move ahead,

Wet sand imprints my footstep,

Waves of beauty wash it along and

When I turn back I see a new trail of that sand…

As if as fresh and virgin!

Learn to live life that way,

Every situation be welcomed as these winds massaging your face and soul,

Every circumstance be as the stroke to your hair,

Every difficulty be that peaceful and serene wave setting a new trail for you!


Learn to let yourself free,

Let the nature wash your difficulties as the waves did to the previous set of your footprints!

Let destiny do what it destined,

And see the beauty of your life!


Imagine there’s no border

Its easy if you think,

Nothing to divide and rule for,

And no such news which makes you sink,

Imagine all the people dying to let us live!


Imagine there’s no money

Its easy to live if you try,

Nothing to bridge gaps between people,

And tears that all share and cry,

Imagine all the people defining humanity and life!


You may say its all a dream,

But why not we dream this together,

I hope we bring this all alive,

And knit a world in which we live all together!


Imagine no fears,

Its possible if we can,

No need for living in isolation,

A brother to each man,

Imagine all the people living like we dreamt of!


You may say its all a dream,

But why not we dream this together,

I hope we bring this all alive,

And knit a world in which we live all together!


# This poem has been inspired from the very famous Song Imagine by John Lennon!

Black bird

Dead that night could be,

breathing on the blackbird’s notes,

as she sang… reciting the song she wrote!!


Crackling fires and a river flowing a side,

winds that gave shivers and a tree on which the black bird cried!!


Wanting you to fly with her,

amidst that dark screaming dead night,

she felt lonely and a song that she continued…

she sighed!!



Waiting for the morning to break dawn,

her song would then end…

that night seemed too long,

she Started yet another song she penned!


Another song that she began,

I was a stranger to her words and what she meant,

Another loner that I was…

I sat under the tree and began to listen!


Crackling fires and a river flowing a side,

winds that gave shivers and a tree on which the black bird cried!!

Under the tree someone trying to know what she sang,

Together we sang, while the dark woods rang!


Thats What we call School Life!!



Student life… A life all you elders remember,

only ask the child what he goes through,

with the exam tension, then the D-day to the PTM…

-confidence that hinders!!


12 months that we count,

and a time table set for the top results…

only we know the first day we make the time table…

-the day before the examination does the preparation start!!


Waiting from the day we enter school,

two classes that we want to skip,

and when actually reach the class we dreamt of in being…

-A milestone-The journey through which we all time trip!!


Wishing every time that the school hours just were for two hours…

with the break time being about an hour past half,

but the bell which goes out after twenty minutes sharp,

and the history period lasting for 45 mins… Thats a routine very cunningly choreographed!!


Day after day submitting those “Handwritten projects”,

And PPT’s that have additional 5 marks,

When you needn’t feel the necessity of making the project

and having full confidence on your marks…

-And the day you realise that those 5 marks can make you pass!!




From Friends to the canteen bunking,

from pooling in money every time to fooling the canteen uncle,

From that PT period to those Maths practicals,

From catching the bus last minute and making everyone late to the home time bus pranks!!


Who would actually not want to relive these moments…

When I sometimes get tired of my school life and sit back and think of all of these,

my last year in school…

What will happen to me when i grow old?

Analysing Why Rapes take place in India!

Hello All! I was a bit irregular these days because of my final exams… But I am here back now!!

So, I had been selected for a survey regarding Analysing Why rapes take place and life after rapes… So here’s a short writeup summing points up:

1.Why do rapes take place?

Rapes, though, are an outcome of an impulsive act, the genesis lies in a deeper vicious circle of faulty and negative conditioning , skewed upbringing  in the society, lack of education, unemployment , peer pressure and exposure to undesirable content through social media.

2.How can Girls, boys and society be changed:

The change has to start at the level where each parent sensitises their sons towards women, make them empathetic and instil in them the concept of equality of boys and girls.

It is the initial discrimination in the society instilled in the male child which makes him to distinguish himself as the superior sex and the female to be subservient  to him physically, emotionally and economically.

Secondly, but more importantly, it is imperative that the girl child is groomed to be economically independent and emotionally strong to sustain an independent existence. It is only when girls who have till age suffered due to their economic and physical dependence on their male wards, can now have a strong footing if economically independent. The fear of being rejected and divorced had led the woman to bear the injustice ,discrimination and ridicule. But as she now is equally educated, empowered, she faces the world with new confidence.

3.How does media play a role?

Accessibility to media had until now had been restricted to television and news print, but with the increased exposure to internet mediated social networking and the availability of all literature at the click of the button accessible at all levels is proving to be debilitating for the psychological mindset.

Researches indicate that pornographic content on youtube, movies or any other visual media, is desensitising the male youth and making them unable to handle or channelise their instincts.

4.What can Police, Law do?

There are a lot of laws formed in favour of women but its needs proper and speedy implementation. Delay in justice is justice denied. As mentioned in “The Washington Post”, dated 29 December,2012, ‘The country has about 15 judges for every 1 million people, while China has 159. A Delhi high court judge once estimated it would take 466 years to get through the backlog in the capital alone.’