DREAMS IN SCRIBBLES

Hopes and dreams in ink

Who am I?

Welcome to my world of words! I am Anaya Sheth. I am 12 and currently in 6th grade. I am writing since the age of 6. I love reading and (you guessed it!) writing. I want to be known worldwide for my writing one day.

DREAMS IN SCRIBBLES

Hopes and dreams in ink

  • Isn’t love a mysterious, strange thing?

    So common, yet so rare.

    It travels faster than light

    Yet takes a lifetime to root deep.

    Its treachery makes it raw and beautiful.

    It builds lives and destroys them.

    Is love more powerful than death itself?

    Or is it death that saves love?

    It hides in a mother’s embrace,

    Speaks in a father’s laugh.

    It heals without touch,

    Yet inflicts the deepest pain.

    Like a balloon, it soars into the sky,

    One needle and it falls.

    Still, we crave it,

    We chase it.

    For what are we without love?

    Isn’t love a mysterious, strange thing?

  • Vande Mataram. Every Indian knows its words.Textbooks drone on about how it was written and that it is the National Song of India. But beneath the surface, which seems like a jumble of complex Sanskrit words and phrases very few know how to read, there is a deeper meaning and a glorious beauty that shines but is often neglected, like how the ocean teems with an array of vibrant fish and plants deep underneath the outer waves.

    ‘I bow to thee, Mother’ is what the words ‘Vande Mataram’ literally translates to. Here, the mother is Bharat Mata. It’s not just a land. It is the mother of all Indians. It is the soul of the Indian people, the spirit of freedom after so many years of reign under the British tyranny. Like a mother, India nurtures its children, feeds them, waters them and above all, loves and cares for them. India is home, a goddess. This is what Vande Mataram depicts.

    Let’s first delve into the history of this song. It was written by Bankim Chandra Chattopadhyay in the 1870s and was published in 1882 as part of his Bengali novel Anandamath. Despite the words being part of a Bengali novel, Vande Mataram was written in Bengalized Sanskrit. Don’t you think this subtle choice symbolises how Vande Mataram has always stood out from every other song, like a diamond in a pile of rocks?

    But Vande Mataram’s journey to the throne of India’s national song wasn’t like a “POOF”—a wand, an incantation, and now you’re there. It didn’t become the national song until 24th January 1950, the same day that Jana Gana Mana was adopted as the national anthem.

    Now, you must be wondering, “Why was it given this prestigious crown?’’ Vande Mataram was published and written in a time when Indian voices were afraid and trembling, when India was a slave in chains and we were not yet liberated. Then, the lesson this song gave was to love the country enough to die for it.

    Now, it is “You are the architect of the building of India.” The result is a happy, prosperous nation. As Indians today, we should help build, design and shape it. Vande Mataram means thinking selflessly and liberally, putting out fires (literally and figuratively) and just wishing the best towards our nation and working together for its amelioration and empowerment. The message of this song keeps changing as the world changes, as our nation changes, but the core quote will always be the same, pulsing in each beat of an Indian’s heart, love your country and it will love you back. Keep striving to make it even better and you will be a better person yourself.

    The national song of India may be in Sanskrit but that doesn’t mean we can’t understand it. The essence of the song beats in our hearts, flows in our blood, sparks in our eyes. Vande Mataram is the soul and thoughts of the people. They keep changing, they never stay in one place, they wander but the love towards the country and the song never wavers. Instead, it keeps growing like a fire that can never be appeased.

    Thus, I conclude that Vande Mataram is more than a song; it is an eternal anthem of hope, pride and unity. It is the unbreakable pillar supporting the skyscraper of our nation.

    Jai Hind!

    • Anaya Sheth

  • Inspired by “Look What You Made Me Do” by Taylor Swift


    Behind the scenes,

    There you were,

    In your signature black jumpsuit.

    Your blood-red eyes don’t scare me anymore.

    I haven’t forgotten

    That night you tried to end me.

    But I’m too smart for that,

    You can’t catch me.

    You can’t tame someone who can never be tamed.

    That’s me.

    I am like fire, always famished,

    And your greed can never be appeased.

    You seem ravenous for my blood,

    But you’ll never taste it.

    I’m too smart for you.

    Better get used to it.

    I don’t get your motives.

    What have I ever done to you?

    Is this just because I burst your piñata

    At your sixth birthday party?

    Or because I pinched your brother

    When we were eight?

    We’re caught in a reckless game

    Of lion and mouse.

    But now, roles have reversed.

    I’m the lion now, cunning and fierce.

    I could devour you in one gulp.

    No matter what you do,

    You can’t hide from me!

    Be careful, my dear enemy,

    You chose the wrong person to mess with.

    Look what you made me do!

  • How gently the snow falls!
    Each flake pure and white.
    Not a soul is in sight,
    No weary heart has lost its might.

    All shall endure this winter night,
    And the dark shall be afraid to seep.
    No one needs to sit alone and weep.
    Safe in the warmth, we drift to sleep.

    The trees stand bare of leaves,
    Yet cradle snow like words hold dreams.
    Lining on jackets, the sun’s weak beam,
    All are part,
    Of winter’s quiet realm.

  • (POEM 2 ON THE CHESS-INSPIRED POEMS SERIES)

    If you haven’t read the first one then click here – CHECKMATE

    The White Queen was ready for vengeance.

    Never again would she lose to that tyrannical Black Queen.

    This time, she had a plan.

    ‘Fork the King and Queen’,

    She whispered in the knight’s ears.

    ‘I want that evil lady,

    to see the power and skill within me’.

    “Yes, Queen!” the pale knight chirped obediently.

    But actually, he trembled with pride,

    Such an important task set before him,

    To restore her honour.

    The game began.

    A milky rook and two pawns were lost,

    but the Queen’s rage and determination were not.

    The Knight leapt forward at the queen’s command,

    and a fork!

    But the Queen didn’t even flinch.

    She placidly ordered the king to castle.

    What? Cried the others.

    If the knight wiped out the Queen,

    The rook could strike next.

    Oh,no.

    No,no,no.

    ‘Well, live for the moment’ shrugged the white queen.

    And regardless told the knight to take the black queen.

    And then,

    Checkmate.

    Black was victorious once again.

    But the Queen of White simply smiled.

    She was happy,

    For finally,

    She got the Black Queen.