Biography of Shrutika Nagpal
Yep, just another teen.
I write poetry.
Which is good for me.
I hope you read what i write,
And hopefully shed some light,
On how to tranform it from something common
To something written like none.
Or something to that effect,
And tell me what you think.
Shrutika Nagpal Poems
Hidden in the branches, From the heat of day, Relaxed I lay.
When I was a young, innocent child When I was sensitive and naïve Whole heartedly I used to believe Friends can solve any problem- serious or mild.
I love patience so much Yet im impatient I try to forget he ever existed
When Did The Lights Go Off?
When did it all go dark? The lights left no mark On the tree or it's bark When did the lights go off?
Stuck in the lemon tree, A kite that once flew free, Red and green striped, It cannot be further described.
How hard can it be To love me baby Probably not that much ‘Cause you did (maybe)
People say learning is a continuous process There’s never a stage where one knows all People says there’s never a time you can be perfectly sure Because however careful you are, you can always fall.
You gnaw at my consciousness Force me into drowsiness You slowly drug me And make me sleepy
Bug Someone Else Instead
I never said I hated you Though the times I do Are not very few.
The bellwether Can lead in any weather If he is woebegone It is because his soul is gone
We had a great relationship And an enviable one at that We finished each other’s sentences And each other’s lives
You know those ‘humans’ devoid of brains? Those who thoroughly enjoy jumping off moving trains The ones for whom the sky is green and the grass is blue Those who’ll Never get the message; whatever the obviousness of the cue.
You must be expecting me to rattle on bullshit about freedom fighters And famous writers, But for a normal school child The nature of a treat is palely mild
When I was a young, innocent child
When I was sensitive and naïve
Whole heartedly I used to believe
Friends can solve any problem- serious or mild.
But as I grew up, I began to see
The world from a whole new fight
We began to quarrel with all our might
All the while, crying children we would be.