millenniumliterarysociety-blog
The Urban Reader
"You must strive to find your own voice because the longer you wait, the less likely you are to find it at all"
articles poetry stories ask others
53 posts
Don't wanna be here? Send us removal request.
Last Seen Blogs
queerdragons
Handmade Fiery Things
louvresofia
Sofia
uranaimizuki
占い師 檜山香住
lovespell-cos
Cosmosis Jones On The Scene
arcademoss
bon | he/him (fluid) | 21 | bigender (?) | bi
Photo
One year older and so much improvement!
#kg2#kindergarten#writing#creative writing#school blog#future authors#future writer#children#child writers#cute
7 notes
·
View notes
Text
Harmony
The sun, the sky, the earth, the sea
So different, so unique, so significant, so mystique
And yet they subsist in such harmony.
The mellisonant lyric of thunder
With the seamless dance of lightning
Oh! Such splendour I wonder.
The cosmic fusion of glowering eve
Along with the lambent glow of dawn
It's truly magical I believe.
The formidable clash of choleric heat
Versus the serenity of icy chill
I’m aware of what fate they’ll meet.
All I have said are just a few of god’s antics
For could we live in the absence of the storm, twilight, vapour?
What he has crafted is truly fantastic
Tell me, could there be anything greater?
{Submission: Sneha Rao, 9G2}
#grade 9#high school#harmony#life#writer#writing#poem#blog#school blog#world#earth#save the bees#thank you#blessed
0 notes
Text
love yourself everyday 💛
#yellow#yellow aesthetic#aesthetic#save the bees#yellow background#not mine#nature#bees#yellow flower#flowers#sunflower
611 notes
·
View notes
Text
“You are helpful, and you are loved, and you are forgiven, and you are not alone.”
— John Green
#john green#text#quote#quotes#lit#literature#poem#poetry#prose#love#love quote#love quotes#life quote#life#life quotes#relationship#relationship quote#relationship quotes#beautiful#aesthetic#art#vintage#indie#grunge#hipster#wanderlust#adventure#alternative
2K notes
·
View notes
Text
How I Feel About This School
I can still remember my first day at The Millennium School. I was a little nervous as this is my new school after spending four long years in Gems Millennium. I felt both anxious and excited.
A new place, new teachers, a new classroom, new classmates. I was expecting a lot of adjustment, as I would be a newcomer there.
Surprisingly, I did not have a hard time adapting to a new set up. Everyone was so nice, friendly and helpful. I feel lucky to have wonderful teachers and classmates as well. I never felt that I was new at this school.
Now, I simply enjoy the lessons and I do not want to miss a single day at school. There are also lots of activities planned for us.
Last summer I even joined the TMS Summer Camp! Such wonderful events that I will treasure forever! I can’t even wait to be a part of the next year’s summer camp.
I just love my new school! I LOVE TMS!!
{Submission: Yashwanth Melchor Sangeet, 3A}
1 note
·
View note
Photo
More little pieces!
0 notes
Text
Will you forget me?
My dear Bucky,
Do you remember the good old days?
Maybe the fooling &round?
Or maybe the doughnuts topped with glaze?
Maybe back in the 40s,
“Till the end of the line,” weʼd said.
You, all big and scary,
Me, scrawny and barely well fed.
Remember scaring off the big guys?
With whom Iʼd had brawl.
Or maybe that time you were captured.
Or maybe that time I wasnʼt so small.
Remember when we fought side by side,
For America, and each time we swore.
Oh Buck, tell me you remember,
For thereʼs nothing, Iʼd really want more.
Then came that dreadful day,
Aboard the train, as weʼd planned.
Thereʼs nothing I do but wish,
Wish youʼd held tight, held tight to my hand.
Iʼd been ready to die ever since that moment,
But days changed, years gone, time flew.
And yet 70 years later, the cruelty of life,
Still wanted me alive without you.
I tried to find new purpose,
“Whatʼs the point of life so long ?”, Iʼd ask.
But I found it that day when I saw you,
The real you, underneath that mask.
I set my life to finding you.
Away from authorities, I flee.
But Buck, I canʼt help ask myself.
What if you never remember me?
{Submission: Akashaya, unspecified}
#high school#grade 9#captain america#bucky#marvel#stan lee#writing#poem#remember me#au#head canon#rip stan lee#poetry#marvel poetry#inspired
1 note
·
View note
Text
Kindergarten children beginning to write. Kids are adorable.
0 notes
Text
The Tiger Who Went To Timbuktu
Have you ever heard the story,
Of the tiger who went on a journey?
It wasn’t very pleasant you see,
It wasn’t the holiday he means it to be!
The tiger wanted to travel the world.
So off he went, whisker brushed, tail curled!
Paris was first stop on his list
From Paris, he bought a beautiful gift!
Then he went to roam Rome,
And the beauty made him forget home.
Next on his itinerary was Incredible India,
There he tried idly and dosa.
While flying China to meet a tiger,
Who’s name was Master Ching Chong Waiger,
“Emergency landing!!” came the pilot’s voice,
“jump into the sea or you have no choice.”
So down went the plane, tiger and all.
He came down like an orange-black ball.
Poor tiger, how he shivered and swam.
Behind him went the plane-ka blam!!
He swam and swam till he saw land.
There another tiger lent him a hand.
“What’s your name and how-do-you-do?”
“Welcome to Timbuktu!”
{Submission: Sanajana Guruprasad, unspecified}
0 notes
Photo
362 notes
·
View notes
Text
Who Is She?
“She is an eternal flow from the divine heart,
Purifying the sins she meets en route,
She holds all in her arms of comfort
And never spills in anyone a seed of hate.
Beautiful becomes the world with her presence,
She alters all with her mark of elegance,
She brightens the lives of those who tread her path,
Barren are the lives who look at her with wrath.
She is the compass to the lost and lonely,
Beloved lay entwined in her embrace deep and lovely.
Happiness springs from her bosom quenching the thirst,
She is the fulcrum strengthened with care and trust.
Who is she, who steers the Creator and the creation?
But always feared of commitment by the human?”
{Submission: Beena Druvakumar, English Teacher}
#write#writing#writer#writers on tumblr#poets on tumblr#teacher#words#spilledink#woman#feminism#submission#happiness#poem#poet#poetry#quotes#urban reader#post
1 note
·
View note
Text
IG: @hafandhaf
Haf and Haf also known as Hafza Khan is a Pakistani-American artist dedicated to creating works depicting diverse women from all over South Asia. Her works combine traditional Indian/Pakistani mannerisms with that of a modern woman in 2018.
#artist#india#pakistan#instagram#not mine#desi#american#pakistani#hafandhaf#hafza khan#digital art#post
0 notes
Text
The Voiceless Encounter
“He stood by emitting a raging silence
Gaping hungrily at what sat
On the other side of him.
I sat abashed and awkward
Fixing a button here and there,
Pulling the sleeves forcibly down,
And trying to conceal the exposed inches of my skin
With a womanly tact.
Anger was the common impulse
That grabbed me at once.
His bloodshot eyes brooding
Firm and fixed,
His quivering salivating mouth,
The deep indented scar on the corner of his lip,
And the incessant heaving breath
Were only a mute breakout of
Some long repressed, morbid emotions.
With a sudden horn blowing,
Arrived the jeep.
Which would transport me to the journey’s end.
He immediately pounded alike a
Beast on my luggage
Securing one on the head,
Second against the back,
Third, slinging from the shoulder
Sans delay, sans fatigue, sans apathy.
The luggage was set,
The jeep ready,
The journey yet to begin.
I sat by the window; He stood by the post.
Thumping his bare feet,
Rubbing his head,
Sniffing his nose,
And wiping those tears,
That oozed out inconsolably.
There seemed a rupture in the membrane
Of his being.
It was as mute as him
Wordless and voiceless,
What came out in spoken form
Was the beastly, laborious toil
De sunrise to sundown.
He seemed more than content
With that puny bowl of ice-cream
I offered in exchange for the plodding.
Ravenously he fed upon it
Wiping those tears in delight.
I sat abashed and awkward
No longer fixing buttons and sleeves,
But addressing my guilt.”
{Submission: Sanili Saha, unspecified}
#write#writing#writer#writingblog#poem#poetry#poet#poets#students#teachers#writers on tumblr#poets on tumblr#guilt#strangers#encounter#people#humanity#hunger#woman#post
1 note
·
View note
Photo
Haji Ali Dargah , Mumbai , India.
177 notes
·
View notes
Text
Start anew, you control your life. Don't let anything stop you. ~
happy diwali everyone! today is the festival of love and lights, but most importantly its about family. family by birth, or family you’ve chosen. make sure to hold your family close today, the way i can’t, and tell them you love them. cherish your life.
56 notes
·
View notes
Text
Happy Diwali! ♡
Diwali in Amritsar, Punjab, India.
#sikhism#amritsar#happy diwali#diwali vibes#punjab#india#beautiful#love#punjabi quote#kaurwrites#sikhexpo#beautiful pic#golden temple#golden#temple#sikhi#sikhism quote#amritsar punjab#post
7K notes
·
View notes
Text
Accountants and Pizza’s
Glasses with heavy eyes, a bag clutched to the chest doing a desk job from 7am to 8 pm,
preparing various statistics and annual reports, going back home and answering more e-mails; isolated.
These are the kind of people who do not fit in the social life of society, they don’t laugh at jokes.
They believe in professionalism, a bit too much if you may ask.
Desks with neat piles of post it’s with tons of files stacked sky high, drawers full of stationary from small paper clips to pins. Most of all they are ORGANIZED.
These people are usually, fully prepared all the time; this bugs all of the others, thus becoming another reason for being excluded. Most of them have fully charged phones and a back-up charger always in their dashboard (and another one if the backup charger needs a backup). (frown). These are also the kind of people who immediately hold out their umbrella when it drizzles as the rest of the crowd stares in surprise, soaking and not to mention frowning. They hold it out with pride for themselves, accompanied be a ‘don’t you read the news,’ smirk.
Now, not to mention parties or meetings, let’s say they don’t realize their effect. People dare to ask an accountant questions, this is because the rest of the "normal" society is unaware of the high significance of every " 0 " in the balance sheet. Their complicated terms and ‘I’m sure you do not understand a word of what I’m saying but I will still continue to intimidate you’
look makes any person walk or rather sprint away with ‘so called’ prior commitments. Perhaps making balance sheets and punching numbers all day long make an individual numb.
“Hey man, let's get a pizza says this kind-hearted soul. " I don’t eat pizza because 62 % of people die of obesity caused by foods such as pizza you see, I knew I would be tired today, so I cooked my food in advance and…. ," followed by the walk-a-way of the kind-hearted soul.
So what is the secret life of accountants? Do they really eat pizzas?
{Submission: Jessica Mathew,11G1}
0 notes