Shruti Ravi- My Superwoman

It was back in grade IX, the first day of that year 2013,when I met Shruti. She was very friendly in introducing herself and it was then, when we started talking. We shared many things in common,either it was praising our favorite food, or well talking about our favorite novels (hers was Harry potter) or some TV Series (our favorite was one tree hill) As time passed, I realized she was a prodigy. Excellent in studies, Confident orator, Humorous Writer, Innovative in arts, so creative that whichever group activity “Shruti the scholar” took up, that group got full marks. She was gentle in speaking, she was very polite. She never fought with anyone, never had any bitter feelings or thoughts about anyone. Her soul and heart was pure. Then came November, when Shruti was not very regular to school, it got all of us very curious. When asked, we were told she had an eye pain, then we were told she has migraine, and finally that she had anemia. But it was still unbelievable. So we decided to go see her. When we informed our teachers about our plan they told us not to react when we see her bald. That got us thinking, why would an anemic go bald? We went to see her, and there she was with an evergreen broad smile on her face, she greeted us with a warm hug as she was very elated. And the first thing she said to us was “ Look at me, I look like a clown, you guys can laugh you know, I mean I look so funny, why are you guys so serious?” yes that humor. That positive approach. Always was there within her. After watching a few superwoman videos, and updating her on the latest gossips of Millennium, we decided to leave. And that is when we got the biggest shock, aunt told us she had leukemia, and that she was going through chemotherapy. 

As time passed, her condition was worsening, but we always got some or the other positive result, she fought leukemia, she went through vigorous chemo-therapies and blood transplant, with the incredible support from her parents, she never gave up, she was so strong that it was credulous.

But life is never always fair to us. She had to go. 2.36 pm, 18th October, 2015, a beautiful soul, our guardian angel dispersed to where she belonged. She’s an inspiration to all of us out there. Her spirit and personality was just impeccable. She was a bundle of joy. She went through blunders all day, all night with a smile on her face. Despite of being in a tough condition, she thought about all those poor children who could not afford treatment for cancer, she had the biggest heart and the most lovely soul we would ever come across. Shruti, You’re in a better place now. I hope you’re smiling up there. I hope you know that we all love you. O hope you know that you will always remain in our hearts and memories. I hope you know that our friendship will always prevail. I hope you know that your millennium cherishes you. You have the biggest heart. You’re the bravest. You’re my superwoman. I would like to conclude with a small poem I wrote on Shruti;

There she was, Bright as sunshine Bold as a grenade. There she was, Happy as a lark Strong as a blade.

There she was, Fighting and batting her fears With a smile on her face. There she was, With a tremendous courage, A splendid approach, A positive perspective, With a heart so affectionate. There she was, Beautiful in and out, Ready for all circumstances, Without any hesitations. And here she is, and will eternally be, In my heart and forever in my memories, For she is brave, for she is my superwoman.

They Say

 They say, You'll be alright

They say, you're strong enough to fight.

They say, Pain lasts for long but makes you stronger.

They never say that sore memories last for longer.

They say everything has an end,

They say a riven soul can mend.

They say smile is a curve than can set any thing straight,

They never say to smile, for decades you have to wait.

They say you can turn the tables,

They say the entity is more alluring than fables.

They say that the abstruse mind is an Inferno

They say that you reap what you sow,

They say the earth is a wonderland on which we dwell,

They never said that reality is a living hell.

Abstract Paradise

Drips and Drops of blood,

Pale as a flower bud,

Quivering and Shivering,

cold as Ice,

Lost in her reclusive paradise.

As she opened her eyes,

Struggling and juggling to rise.

Counting her days to be alive,

In a world so rigid to survive.

Bewildered and startled there she stood,

fathoming her? Nobody would.

Delusions and errors in the vicinity.

Bestowing life to the faint infinity.

If

If I could Move around the mob;
 Unnoticed,
If I could sing a melancholy;
 Unheard,
If I could survive the abhorrence;
 Untouched,
If I could see the Light;
 Unsighted
If I could smile;
 Unhappy,
Life would be plain,
No gain, No pain.

If I could cry and die;
 for myself,
If I could stand still;
When I am numb,
If I could Speak my heart out;
When I am hurt,
If I could be selfish;
For once,
If I could See the world beyond infinities;
To live.
Life would be euphoric,
Not tragic, Not Traumatic.

Under The Dreaming Tree

Under the dreaming tree,
I sit and look back at me.
destitute and lonely.
fearing Intimacy.

Now I see myself smile.
Strong, and no-more fragile.
Getting over my insecurities,
giving life new priorities.

Elated and bold here I stand,
Isolated in this crowded land.
But in myself I could see,
An everlasting bright destiny.

Pride

In this colossal world so wide,
where do you find, where do you find,
a person who is humble and selfless,
a man with no pride?

Among people full of arrogance,
rises ego and intolerance,
Amid people who live, or have died,
where do you find, a man with no pride?

Friendship Deceives and love betrays,
loyalty is undeniably selfless these days,
In this crowd where exceptional people hide,
where do you find, a man with no pride?

Search for humanity, search till eternity,
look around here and there, look around everywhere,
You will give up, you shall throw up,
cause you will never find, a man with no pride.

Authenticity

Those who care will never pretend,
and those who pretend will never care,
While someone is a foe and someone is a friend,
reality occurs as life is really never fair.

No one ever stays cause people walk out,
and trusting someone takes entire eternity.
Who is real, who is fake, you doubt?
this world my friend is brimming with narrow Humanity.

When you need a shoulder to cry,
when you need someone to talk to,
when you lose hope and you can't try,
those who show up are true.

Look out for those who look for you,
don't get adrift in this universe of duplicity.
everything is complex yet so new,
But one thing missing is Authenticity.