Anika R's SAS Blog (2015-22)

Ephemeral (adj.): lasting for a very short time. This is my definition poem from this year. I could've easily chosen a word like 'despair' or 'warmth', like I was going to originally, but I didn't. To be honest, I didn't even know the word 'ephemeral' meant at first. Which is why I chose it; it's a very obscure word, so someone who doesn't know the word would probably search up the definition, and then read the poem (or vice versa). Thus, the reader will realize why the poem is so short. I don't mention the word ephemeral at all, or the words 'short' or 'limited', which (I think) gets the meaning of ephemeral across better. --- Ephemeral A breath, A touch passing, An air of rose Wiffing through your hair, Hypnos and Thanatos and their Wavering grasp, A silence smoothly slicing into time, Still, And still, And gone.

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My Top 10 Movies that had a Profound Influence on Me " If music be the food of love, play on !" - Duke Orsino ( Shakespeare's Twelfth Night ) Number 4: During Fall Break of 2017, I found a movie that instantly reorganised my life. As far as breaks go, they get very boring after the first two days. As I said, after the second day of break, I started dawning upon a startling truth. Being at school, in a constantly moving environment, crowded with thoughts of new information, this confusion gave me ideas of what and how to draw. At home, with nothing happening, I felt dry and drained. I was spiralling myself in a fog of cluelessness. I was lazing at the edge between insanity and apathy, scrolling through various YouTube feeds simultaneously. And just perchance, I stumbled across a video with quite an odd thumbnail: A young lady donning a fake moustache being clung to by Helena Bonham Carter, titled "Twelfth Night". Clicking that video was quite possibly th...

Hey Insecurity, You suck. A lot. Don't play the victim here, you know you're the root cause of literally everything. Ok yeah, I will admit that you have made me realise many of my own faults, such as how overly cautious and guarded I kept/keep myself. BUT HEY you ruin everyone's life at one point. That's a pretty dumb move. For example, Napoleon Bonaparte was apparently so insecure about his height since he was mocked in the British papers, he started wars to prove himself. And he's taller than me by almost 6 inches. Lucky for me, I'm not that insecure about my height. Pshh, not that much at least... I'm 5ft 3/4in, okay, that's tiny in my standards. Insecurity, I'm not sure what your purpose or goal in life is. Maybe it's to just absolutely ruin everyone's life, maybe it to shrink your prey's confidence. Which or whatever the reason is, I think we all have enough power to get over you. Probably not forever, but enough for us to...

Sherlock Reference Anika Rudra Nearing 10:30pm on a school night when half the world is asleep, I continue sitting at my corner desk. Slouched, I’m scrolling randomly on my laptop. I have nothing to do but soak in more useless information. I am bored, quite bored. I pick up a pen, twirling it in a slurred motion. More scrolling, a small sound lights up my phone. I barely glance over, ignoring it. A second ping of my phone, I groan and look. Eyes widen, I take a second glance. Knocking my table, I reach to grab my phone. A sketchbook falls off the desk-shelf, probably breaking its unused spine. It was a text from a friend, a picture of one my old doodles captioned with one word: Remember? I blink and look again.The small sketch of mine of Batman and Robin, boldly shining in the weak light of my room. Remember what? I reply, with slight mix confusion and apathy. The reply came: “ Anika! This was the first doodle in your math notebook last year! It was so good that Mr. Dani...

It's the Future. The looming cold shadow, The smell of fear and loathe swallowing all life. Gentle hands Clawing at anything, Growing rougher, tougher, Sinking, falling, into nothing. Innocence choked. That flower Trampled on, Sideways, pressed into the ground. Thorns pricking, shouts echoing, That flower droops. Lower. Darker. That flower, This Earth, Lays crushed. Screams eased. Breathe. Gentle hands, Rising, rising up, Holding life, love, Saving life, love. Shielding life, love, Running through the storm, A desperate race to the eye. Voices cry, argue. Gentle hands scar. That flower, Life, love, Blooms. Thorns fall, Clattering on the  ground, to be forgotten. Shading your eyes, All hand in hand, Life saved love, Love saved life. It's the Future. A glittering wave of sunlight, A smile ready to save the world.