🏆 TRUE WINNER

You did work hard.

You sacrificed all you have got.

You carefully laid down your playing cards.

Yet, the universe willed it and you lost.

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A few days of tears

Seem like the longest years.

But what use are they?

They are wasting your day,

And there is nothing you can do about it.

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Yes, the universe willed it.

And now you despise it.

You wonder why, and more you cry.

But, dear me, you are blind!

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You do not see how much you have improved

How the universe is secretly helping you.

In this world there is no loser-

just a winner and a learner.

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Believe in yourself, in your efforts, in your gifts.

And you will get just the right lift.

To enter the world with new determination…

To help this world and our generation.

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So never doubt the power in you,

One day, you too, shall be great.

But remember, whether you win or you lose,

As long as your efforts are killer…

You shall always be a winner!

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ARSHIA VORA

This is a poem that I wrote in 6th grade. I specifically remember writing this in the back of my class in 2016 on a torn off piece of notebook paper for the school magazine. I have changed and reworked it to help say what I really wanted to say, while staying true to the original roots of the poem. ‘True Winner’ was the first poem I published on my blog on August 6, 2016, having written it before I even had a blog.

Basically what I tried to say here was that hard work will see you through, and also that if you give your best to something, irrespective of whether you win or lose, you are a ‘winner’ because giving your all to something is the victory. Wow this is deep. Props to twelve year old Arshia.

🌹Pretty Flawed

Dazzling, sparkling, shining silver,

Empty but a torrent, a reflective shining blizzard,

An image there, startled, scared,

Buckling unheard under a weight it cannot bear.

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For when was a rose

Spawned without its thorns

The shimmer of beauty

Never came without a cost.

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For that glinting lock is far too straight

Perhaps a curl could lend it grace,

If only her eyes were large and clear,

Maybe then she could have learned to love her face.

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Perhaps these clothes could hide the weight,

When was the last time that she ate?

Shoulders back, chin up, always sit upright,

Perfect hair, don’t stare, don’t forget to smile.

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For they said she is imperfect and imperfect is she,

They pointed out her flaws and said she wasn’t pretty,

So she changed everything about herself to feel happy,

But tell me, after losing herself, who really could be?

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She wore a mask of paint and dust

And hid behind it all day,

And hated what she saw beneath,

When it fell away.

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Such violent, vicious, crippling hate

The kind that hurts and begins to callously decay,

A rosebush has roots, ones that keep it up straight,

But all the hurt and pain caused hers to slowly fade.

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All the ones that love and care,

The sun, the sea, the land, the air,

Can help to heal you, but still

If you don’t hold yourself up, who will?

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Learn to love that which you see

Beauty is not always what the eye doth meet,

Inside and outside, it’s a package deal

But never lose touch with reality.

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Be the one you want to be,

Love yourself, indiscriminately,

Like a rose with all its thorns,

Pretty with all her imperfections and flaws.

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ARSHIA VORA

🎇 IGNITE

The firework ignites,

Bursting in the sky,

Settled but not in place 

A sparkle of the prism

In the dazzle of grace

Brightest before the schism.

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ARSHIA & AARUSHI

This was my first collaboration ever, with Aarushi! (It took us four years-but what better day than today?). Enjoy this short, offbeat poem encapsulating our whims and musings. Happy Friendship Day!

👤When Nobody Believes You

 
Arshia Vora

When nobody believes you

Is your story even true?

When nobody believes you

What are you supposed to do?


Like the tree that fell

But you didn’t hear its sound,

Even if you’re screaming

Are you really that loud?


A fable changed by a thousand revisions

A story tamed for hint of rebellion

A lack in trust if the going gets tough

Reality diminished behind facade.


But running through the hallway which never ends

Ragged and heaving, shouting in defense

Will not scrape away the cobwebs of their tale

A single boat straining against a scarlet lake.


When nobody believes you, you are all alone

A single ember lighting up the ruins of a hope.

When nobody believes you, do not give up the fight,

The veil will shift, the clouds will part, the truth will come to light.

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ARSHIA VORA

🏆Blogger Recognition Award!

Hey! I have been nominated for the Blogger Recognition Award by Ishaan Sharma.

RULES:

1. Write a post to show your award, thanking and linking the blogger who nominated you.
2. Give a brief story of how your blog started.
3. Give two pieces of advice to new bloggers.
4. Select up to fifteen bloggers you want to give this award to.
5. Comment (or pingback) on each blog to let them know that you’ve nominated them, and provide a link to the post you’ve created.


CREATION OF ARSHIA VORA:

Essentially, in 2016, I wrote a poem and positively rushed to show it to my new English teacher. To my delight, she not only loved it but also suggested that I start a blog. This was not something that had ever crossed my mind, but after a bit of thought, I started my blog- Arshia Vora-Poems and More. (The name clearly took time).

MY TWO BITS:

Frankly, I’m hardly in a position to give advice, but here’s some stuff I wish someone had told me.

  • Tags are really important. Have at least 10 relevant tags on each of your posts so people interested in posts like yours can see it.
  • Really interact with the WordPress Community- It’s a beautiful place and everyone is simply brimming with tips, feedback and ways to grow. They will also increase your traffic.

My Nominees are:

  1. Shelly Ann Joseph
  2. True Self
  3. Catherine Jayne
  4. M. Taggart
  5. Sivaranjani
  6. That Enigmatic Soul
  7. Positively Alyssa
  8. Asnani the Poet
  9. Roth Poetry
  10. Word Hunter
  11. Cybelle
  12. The Sentimental
  13. Christiannamony
  14. Moda Theresa
  15. Ann Bmap

Thank you so much once again for the nomination! It had been delayed for nearly three months. I’ve been really inactive for a while, but the posts will start coming in now. Stay home, stay safe.

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ARSHIA VORA

🎇New Year

New Year Fireworks, Harbour Bridge -AV

It’s the beginning of a chapter,

What’s written has been writ

But the fresh, blank paper

Has not a blot of ink on it.

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A rose white page

A filled, black pen

You’ve written the beginning

Now continue with the end.

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Hey! Here’s a 3 month late New Years poem that I did write around the right time, but couldn’t publish. Now the rest of my exams have been postponed due to the virus, here’s my (very delayed) first post of 2020, ‘New Year’.

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ARSHIA VORA

PPS: Wow. Look at this poor fool writing this poem not knowing what she was in for. I published that on March 20, 2020. Can you believe it’s almost March again? Like HOW??? However this is a New Years poem and I will certainly be recycling this every year till I get back the energy to write another one. Congrats on making it through 2020! Happy New Year!! (Jan 2, 2021)

🦋 butterfly

The butterfly gave its wings

a flutter

Lands far away dissolved

in thunder

If a butterfly flaps its wings in the right place, at just the right time, it can cause a hurricane thousands of miles away.

Chaos Theory

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ARSHIA VORA

🌊 O C E A N

A sparkling plane of cosmic size

Glistening waves that incessantly mesmerize

Emrald green, glittering turquoise

Graceful, smooth, full of poise.

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Endearing, tugging at the eyes,

Playing the Siren, pulling us inside

A writhing monster, having enough,

Thirsting for more,

A power hidden from our eyes

By delicate waves and crafty lies.

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So huge, so massive, ginormous size

Unable to fathom,

Dragging large ships to their knees,

Playing a pirate to pirates

Massacring fleets

Hiding and burying everything beneath.

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And when the day is sunny

And the birds are warbling merry

And you feel safe and sound

One day, this colossal being will pounce

No swords, no guns, you can’t run forever

There will come a time to submit yourself to the terror.


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ARSHIA VORA

🥀 Roses

Should Students Be Allowed to Grade Teachers?

Teachers are the torchbearers of our future. Day in and day out we curse the education system but deep (very deep) down, we all know that knowledge is better than nescience.

Every child is like a delicate flower, and one can never be sure whether a particular stimulus will make it bloom….or wilt.

With relation to the topic, YES. I believe that teachers must be graded.

Every teacher has undergone the same rigorous training, sat through the same lectures, attended the same colleges, nurtured the same dreams- so what makes them different? It is their personalities. Each teacher has a different way of working, a different way of conducting lectures, in just the same way that every class has an overall, average personality. A lot of times a teacher and her students are not personality compatible. This can result in chaos in the class and frustration at both ends.

Teachers will only enjoy teaching if their students love them. They will never understand what a student really needs unless they receive some feedback. The roses will wilt slowly in the background.

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Arshia Vora

Published in the Hindustan Times Newspaper dated 11/10/2018 .