Second Chance

Note: Another one of my old poems. Yes, that is my handwriting, I used to sign off as ‘Angel’ quite often back in undergrad, especially when the fear of being caught for not paying attention and thrown out of class was instilled in us =) When my mind wandered, I’d write, and so…one day, instead of taking notes, I did this =D

Poem 2

With a little edit (after looking at it after about 4 years, maybe), this is:
Second Chance

They say love is friendship on fire
Doesn’t that imply you could get hurt?
Why would you want to walk a tight wire
Just to possibly end up feeling like dirt?

But then, it’s also a beautiful feeling
It could turn your world around.
Your life becomes one full of meaning
Feelings of joy and happiness abound.

Maybe you might get hurt someday
After all, it is a part of life.
That doesn’t mean you should keep love at bay
You can’t have life without strife.

Yes, it’s true, friendship’s safer and all
But it’s better to have loved and lost
Than to have never loved at all.
These are things in life with no extra cost!

Go ahead, don’t be scared, take a chance
Give your heart the choice to dance!


It took a tragedy…

I know I haven’t written on my blog in a while. Even though I promised to, and I’ve apologised for it as well. I’ve had some stuff going on, as a student in a foreign country and as an individual too. And I was hoping to send out my promised slew of posts after my exam today. It makes me sad that it took a tragedy for my first post to show up after my hiatus. But I had an overwhelming reaction to this tragedy; I’m allowed to have one. I am a human who feels, and is moved by incidents around her. I had to get it out of my system, and this was the only way.

Each moment that passes, and the more I read and see on the internet about the Boston blasts, makes me physically ill.

Whether this was a terrorist attack or just someone’s twisted way of protesting something, we don’t know. And frankly, I don’t care about the reason behind it.

Though this is a tragedy that hasn’t struck me personally, it has the same effect on me as the Mumbai terrorist attacks did. Or even the shootings that happened in America. Or the war that ravaged Iraq. It shook me to my core then, it does even now. There are people who would say that, ‘if it hasn’t affected you, why write about it? Not like it’s going to make a difference to anyone. Are you doing this for personal gain?’ Which begs the question…have we really become so apathetic? Humanity, and its existence in this world, is what I wonder about. And worry about, too.

On the one hand, there were the wonderful people dedicating their last mile of the marathon to the massacre victims of Sandy Hook…On the other, there was the gunman who caused it. While there were people running towards the area of the blasts to help anyone and everyone they could, there were the gleeful vermin who were proud of the damage they had caused. While the helpers tried to make a difference in one part of the world, Iraq and Afghanistan get ripped up by what seems to be American deeds. As people try to rebuild their lives and pick up the pieces and move on, there will be blame placed and claims made about who is responsible for the attacks – not helping anyone, in any way…only paving the way for more violence.

We live in a very violent world. And what’s worse, we seem to be accepting of this violence, and laid-back too. North Korea wants to declare war? We’ll see how that goes. Bombings happened? It’s okay, we’ll find out who did it and we’ll get them. It’s probably the North Koreans or someone from the Middle East anyway. Attacks in a Middle Eastern country? Yeah, they probably deserved it. In the meantime, let’s make a few memes and see the funny side of this, shall we?

How apathetic do you have to be to not let this affect you?

Terrorism is not a joke. And racism is not a joke either. As much as everything on the internet points towards this, it’s not true. And we shouldn’t be okay with it. One day, we will realise that living in ignorance about what other parts of the world have to deal with is not bliss. And maybe that day, we’ll be too late to make a difference. Let’s hope that we aren’t already. Please.


Stand up for a better world.