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In childhood, it's possible for us to see, even believe, in the magic of fairytales. But as we grow older, there's no reason why we can't take our grown-up problems and laugh at them, thanks to the superpower that being human gives us: the power to tell stories. This fairytale is really a story I wrote for myself, to capture the circus of our minds that only we can hear.
Unperfection by Shreya Manna Image Credit Teaching myself how to unperfection Reminds me of that time I tried to do A water slide and chickened out only To sheepishly return because The queue I spotted on the other side Was way too long. And I was hoping To return to earth sometime very soon. In… Continue reading Unperfection, A Poem
Sometimes I feel like a waterfall wrestling with gravity I am heavy and torrential and endlessly crashing against granite. Somehow I spill into the canals dug by words, Slowing, a stream, rolling along soft clay. What I see is a stream of consciousness moving forward. What I see is the endless play of elements as… Continue reading Waterfall (A Poem by Shreya Manna)
The blog hath risen from its slumber! As I have had some free time over the Spring Break, I managed to scribble down this poem. This is inspired by some of my recent reading: Shakespeare's 'Marriage of True Minds' and Carol Ann Duffy's 'Valentine'.
With around 10 weeks to go before AS exams, life seems more like a 'pandemonium of past papers and revision notes' than a Paradise Prose. That's not to say I'm not looking forward to the next few months, however, with a regional World Scholars Cup coming up (P is for pwaa and paradise...you guessed it),… Continue reading Paradise Prose is Sleeping
Dear Winter Wind by Shreya Manna
Dear winter wind
Can you hear my mind - by which I mean
The thoughts that tumble and tremble and clatter
like tea coasters slipping
off a high table?
Here's this week's creative experiment - a 200 word paragraph about a child playing in puddles after the rain, inspired by the rich imagery of The Great Gatsby.
