Alarm clock

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In a world of beautifully crafted things
some pester our peace

An irritating howling noise of a broken wind disturbing your tranquil as you sit upon the peak enjoying the views of the city below

Someone continuously knocking on a shut door forcing you to get up from your couch at the exact moment you fit in your comfort zone

The crunching cracking of potato chips coming from the corner bench amid a free lecture while you enjoy your nap

The disgusting smell of fallen wet leaves on mud-filled puddles breaking the magical spell of petrichor in our minds

An impulsive adrenaline rush waking you up as you commit yourself to a freefall inside an uncontrollable subconscious dream

A prickling thorn attacking your palms as you gently caress your fingers on the soft velvety petals of naturally crimson roses

The untimely barking of street dogs targeting you to accidentally spill your entire coffee on yourself as you sit to work

The sudden breaking of your eyelids to wake you up from your sweet slumber throwing away your blanket at the loud noise of your alarm clock.

-Meetali Pandit

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Rubik’s cube

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In a world where restrictions are rulers
the heart yearns for its piece of freedom

Like an unbound stream carving its way through hard rocks by continuously hitting them

Like strokes of paint going beyond the given outlines and shapes, creating a masterpiece of its own

Like midnight written lyrics playing out of harmony with drunken chords of a guitar giving birth to an unheard jingle

Like drops of ink spreading over thick bagasse sheets creating cursive illusions under the name of poetry

Like chocolate sauce pouring over vanilla ice cream and accidentally mixing with brownies to give the world a new dessert

Like a lion roaming free in the Savanna, oblivious to the concrete progress of the material world

Like a thunderstorm brooding over the harsh currents of the Pacific creating pathways for migrating organisms

Like a comet that arrives in an eon bringing in all kinds of superstitions and all kinds of curiosities

Like a boon hidden in the name of a curse freeing humanity from its self-created hell, finally revealing the truth of it all

My heart is a puzzle
A multicolored painting enveloped in mathematical complexities
Solvable yet unsolved
Like a Rubik’s cube

-Meetali Pandit

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In a world changing through the seasons
let’s witness them together as a whole

As autumn leaves fall on the ground
setting up the streets with faded hues
I put my arm around your waist
And pull you towards me
You tangle a scarf around your neck
And take my hand in your palms
You snuggle closer to my side
And the winds don’t feel cold anymore

When snowflakes adorn the pines
And our doorway is covered in sheets of ice
We hold each other in a warm blanket
And tell stories on the wooden porch
I make hot chocolate for us to relish
While your repair and service the heater
You switch it on with a flicker
And we lie down next to it, on the rug

When flowers of spring start to bloom
And the sun starts to look prettier
We fold away our sweaters and shawls
And open the door for the warm breeze
You trim and water our dearest plants
As I cook my signature chicken appetizers
I present it to you like a MasterChef recipe
And you take the bigger pieces for yourself

When warm transforms to scorching
And clouds don’t seem to exist anymore
I roam around the house shirtless
And you tickle me as I watch TV
I fill up ice trays and bottles in the fridge
As you play tennis with the girls of our neighborhood
I pour out glasses of chilled coffee for all of you
And you use my t-shirt to wipe the sweat off your face

When the first drops start to fall
And the skies get covered in grey shades
I try to find shelter under the tea shop around the corner
And hastily shove my wallet and money in a plastic bag
You know my consistency about the rains and give me a call
I receive it in a jiffy and listen to you rant about my carelessness
You arrive to pick me up again and taunt me at my clumsy behavior
And still, you don’t understand that the reason I forget my umbrella
Is so that I could share yours.

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Movie Reel

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In a world of straightforward terms
There are so many emotions left unsaid

Thoughts that have reached the tip of our tongues but lack the courage to come out as words

Pieces of dreams and ambitions that would stay broken because we never talked about them

That first confession of an honest mistake we never claimed to avoid an unknown punishment

The decimal places in our grades we hid just to be away from being compared to the neighbor’s kids

That one race we never took part in because we doubted our athletic ability based on others motor skills

That arts college form we never filled because this so-called society would shame our parents for that choice

The accident we never told our dads about because we knew before the cool approach, a thrashing would take place

That one favorite dish we gave up because it’s either too unhealthy or too low-class according to Instagram influencers

That one passion we have lost touch with because we all fell into the dirty trap of a commercial rat race

The curiosity we lost because we all grew up and learned whatever we had to instead of what we wanted to

The innocence we no longer feel because we have surrendered ourselves to struggles, forgetting the possibility of joy

The friends we haven’t seen in many days because money has become our top priority these days

The family we only meet at festivals and get-togethers but not know anything about

The love that we never proposed to, but their memories remain fresh in our mind, safeguarded in our heart as a movie reel.

-Meetali Pandit

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School Bag

In a world keen on cubicles and offices
do you experience flashes of your classroom

The school choir’s morning prayers with harmony to cliche Indian sitar music on tape

Principal sir’s glorifying speeches after a competition followed by the football team kissing their brand new trophy

Folding up our pants and throwing away socks to play in the rains because nobody would give us back that bunked lecture

Rolling up our sleeves to look cool, feel like Rockstars when in reality we looked like streetside hooligans

Imitating the Maths teacher as soon as he turned his back, getting punished because he would notice in the reflection off of his glasses

Making fun of the PE sir’s weird English and creating extreme fake gossip about his extramarital affair

Being in awe of our Hindi teacher’s strikingly beautiful poetry skills every time he taught us ‘Kabir ke Dohe’

Crushing over the social sciences ma’am every time she did that Bollywood style hair flip

Taking drawing subject as a free lecture and ending up getting a D in it because we lacked all artistic ability

Waiting excitedly all the week for Thursday as we would finally go to the computer lab and sit in that room full of AC using MSPaint

Finally shifting from half pants to full pants and from braids to ponytails in 8th Std and having our first ever experience of what being grown-up feels like

Getting unwanted attention because you hit puberty first in your class and people come up to you with bizarre questions, as if you are the expert

Getting into 10th Std and realizing that it will never be the same after this year and this is the last year you might meet some of these people

You go back to those memories and everything comes rushing to your mind
Those fact-filled, pink-lined long books
Useless geometry boxes too heavy pencil pouches
Oil pastels and poster colors which we never used properly
Science and Maths notes completed only to score some grace marks
Tiffins that belonged to you but was shared with the entire class
Gifts and greetings that you gave to your friends on their birthdays
And the schoolbag which had the power to hold them all

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You (Chapter 3)

a romantic couple sitting on bed next to each other
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Night colored mellow curls
Touched softly in jet shades
Strands crafted of shining copper
Gold edges flying in the air

Pure Chestnut complexion
Decorated with shades of beige
Shadows of ivory in demises
And pearls as an overline

Amber glasses for a vision
Irises made of sombre lines
Pieces of emeralds encapsuled
Shining spots of darkness

Cheeks colored in tones of pink
Coral bloom foundations
Florid flush as fractal
A rouge glow on the edges

Anthuriums for a smile
Dancing like a rainy dahlia
Sweet nectar for a smile
Raspberries to share a kiss

Fragrant like the morning breeze
Cold coffee layered with cocoa
Effervescent lilies and tulips
Remnants of dewdrops at dawn

Painted carefully in drops of ink
Waving around a whiskey glass
Playing around with her thoughts
Thinking about life itself
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You (Chapter 2)

lovely elderly couple
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Streamlined waves colored in jet
Straights painted softly in slate
Strands crafted of pure gold
Bronze lined edges flying in the air

Fine Chocolate Complexion
Adorned in shades of coffee
Reflections of dusk in demises
And walnut hues as beauty spots

Crystal onyxes for a vision
Irises made of honey drops
Amber shards emulated of the sun
Flying specks of burning coal

Blushes speaking in tones of red
A Magenta colored sweet blossom
Lined with shadows of Crimson
A ruby like glow on the periphery

Strawberries for a pout
Fresh rose petals dancing
Lines of sugar to smile
Wine for a moment of intimacy

Fragrant like a fresh meadow
Vanilla cream topped with cinnamon
The ethereal scent of citruses
An orchid of soft lavenders

Smeared carefree in acrylics
Fingers dusted well in chalk
Thinking about the fate of the world
Imagining the unimaginable

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My book “Pen Miracle’s is out Now

My book “Pen Miracle’s ” is out now

The anthology “Pen Miracle’s” is a collection of stories/short tales by 5 authors. This collection of heartfelt stories will take you on a rollercoaster of emotions of perseverance, determination, anger, joy, sadness and love!

The first thing about this book that caught my attention was it’s title. A very positive and chill vibe from you’ll may it be during the time of submission or asking for the release of the book which was delayed due to the Covid-19 situation . The cover is vibrant and beautiful. Overall, I had a great experience working.

Pen Miracle’s: Many Pens May Tales



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Pay for Pen Miracle’s : Paperback by The Pustakalaya. . Title: Pen Miracle’s. Co-Authors: Nitumoni Gogoi, Ramyasree P.,. Meetali Pandit, Deepika M. & Mohanapriya K..

Language: English.

ISBN: 9781639571765.

Format: Paperback.

Genre: Short Stories (Anthology).

Date of Publication: 08-06-2021. The anthology “Pen Miracle’s”

Hoping, everyone would love this beautiful compilation of all the short stories of collection ❤️

You (Chapter 1)

Soft stream waves painted in onyx
Channels made out of amber
Halcyon coloured strands
Hazel velvet going against the wind
Soothing Dusky complexion
Touched with shades of gold
Beach sands shining in dermises
And mahogany for soft cover

Gin toned crystals as a view
Irises made of caramel
Slate shades mirroring the sun
Touched with sparkly stars
Peach coloured soft cheeks
Floral blossom undertones
Salmon lines of graciousness
Scarlet hues across the lobes

Carnations for a verge
Blooming buds of a dahlia
Gorgeous fleeks of maroon
Seductively bewitching cherries

Scent of sweet petrichor
Freshly baked gingerbread
Nicely burnt timberwood
A box of peppermint candies

Coloured nicely in natural nectars
Hands covered in kinderness toxins
Wandering in a world of her own
Making every moment remarkable


-Meetali Pandit

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Those who are seeking purpose in life

At matriculation, we were all said, that just this one exam, and you won’t be able to stress over anything. After that, came the 12th boards. We were told, that this one time you need to focus, work hard, and then, it’s a flawless life ahead. We agreed. We teared our shoes off and went to all possible coaching institutions to see how best we can score. After that, we were showed the real colours of Graduation . And then the expectations of the world around, hoping to see you come out with a Secure job in hand and a considerable salary per month!

I just wanted to tell you that no matter which of these stages you are currently in, you will always end up to one square stop – Of Deciding what do you want! Often when we try to do something in which we are not happy, we always end up thinking and overthinking about how stock we are getting at life. The things we were told when we wear a child should have actually included values and lessons that we need to know when we grow up instead of massive calculator formulas and theories that bind us within restrictions.

If you want to get that higher degree and quit your job right now, then do it it. If you want to go for a vacation and take a break from your career, your monotonous life and your daily schedules, then book the tickets now. Because people around will find no stone unturned to make you feel that your decisions are not worth it.The moment you try I too dream higher, you will see obstacles every now and then, but what matters is how you take life one step at a time.

You see what we are often told is, life is a race. But it is not so. Life is all about unfolding the different layers of our strengths strengths and capabilities one by one. It is about how beautifully we dream and how perfectly we work hard to make those dreams come true. Because each one of you has the potential to do something out of ordinary and there is nothing wrong if you choose do stand by it. Explore yourself. And bring the best version of you someday.

– She is just another dreamer who believes in herself.

– Meetali Pandit

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