Alena's Euphoric Quill

I want to heal and return to myself, But I’m worn out, weighed down by the sickness, I long for a gentle touch of care, The kind I’ve always been given. But the situation overwhelms the caregivers, Pulling them in other directions. All I wish for is for things to ease, To become less heavy and less intense. I feel light-headed, dizzy from the medications, Everything I eat tastes bitter. I just want to enjoy food again, And for this fever to finally break. I pray, and I keep praying. I want to see my family smile, For the laughter to return. But we’re all exhausted, Each of us carrying our own pain. Hope for better days fills my thoughts. My birthday is next week, All I wish for is good health, And for my family to feel joy once again.

The grace I’ve learned, a gentle light, Shifts my mind from black to white. Through costumes, we define our way, Yet it’s just fabric at the end of day. But some will see what isn't there, A world where judgment fills the air. You deserve the freedom to choose, To stand tall, with nothing to lose. Stitch your story in every thread, Let colors speak what’s left unsaid. No label shapes the soul you keep, You are whole, both wide and deep. Patterns shift, and fabrics stray, But your spirit soars beyond the fray. Wear your truth, let courage rise, You are the canvas, you are the skies. With every thread, you hold the wand, To weave and break the lies beyond. See the person, not their guise, For clothes can never mask the wise. Be who you are, with pride to bear, Wear what you love, and never despair.

Whenever there was a school trip, my mom would make a huge box of cupcakes for my whole class. On the morning of the trip, instead of being excited about the trip itself, I would be thrilled about the cupcakes I carried with me. They were usually marble cupcakes, a perfect swirl of vanilla and chocolate, topped with a thick layer of chocolate coating. My excitement wasn’t just about eating them, it was about sharing them, the way they seemed to have become a part of my identity on those trips. All my friends knew that if I came for the trip, the cupcakes would follow. It was almost a tradition. Whenever people thought of me, their minds immediately drifted to marble cupcakes, as if the two of us were inseparable. The rich smell of hot cocoa mixed with vanilla filled the bus as soon as I stepped on, and I could see heads turning toward me, eyes lighting up with anticipation. The moment I entered, I would always hear a collective cheer, "Alena brought cupcakes! Yayy!" It was th

Oh my dear santa, Oh my dear candles, Did you receive my wishlist? All I wished for is a happy memory, A pocketful of dreams, some wild, some small, A starlit night, a sunrise call. A moment of peace in a crowded day, The scent of the earth after skies turn. A whisper of wind through the rumbling leaves, Time to slow down, time to just breathe. A book to get lost in, a song to replay, A heart that's open, come what may. Laughter with friends, a love that stays, A path that's lit, even through haze. A wish for wonder, a wish for grace, To find your rhythm, your own sweet pace. A chance to be bold, to dance, to fall, To live and to cherish, to feel it all. For all the wishes, both big and small, Let life’s surprises answer them all. Is it too much to ask? Tell me. 

Little things make me happy, and one of those things is stickers. The love I had for them is indescribable. My first sticker packet was a gift from my mom, and that’s where it all began. I’ve always loved decorating, and being an artistic person, stickers were involved in everything I did. Wherever I went, I made sure to carry a packet of stickers with me to keep myself entertained. Every peel from the sheet filled me with happiness. I would stick them on my notebooks, files, and even on doors. They weren’t just images; they were small extensions of my creativity. Since I loved stickers so much, my friends used to gift me a packet of them with a greeting card every year. Stickers only cost 10 rupees, but to me, they were far more valuable. As I grew older, my relationship with stickers evolved, but it never faded. In 6th grade, my Hindi teacher conducted surprise tests, and for those who scored 20 out of 20, the reward was a gold star sticker next to the score. I studied so hard just f

  I am sitting in a cozy warm coffee shop with a cup of nicely made hot chocolate. There is gentle breeze from the open window caressing my cheeks and bringing a red hue to my face. The muffled conversations in the background and soft clinging of tea cups and plates. Despite the sound, it is an extremely calm and serene atmosphere. The sun at its golden hour kisses me with its light and I smile as I watch people around me, all living their lives. There are multiple aesthetic posters, diamond chandeliers and golden bulbs, The book section is filled with novels and pretty poetry books. In the background a hear a soft violin music.  The coffee shop becomes a place of inspiration. People around me are engaged in lively conversations, working on creative projects, reading books, or simply lost in thought. Each person has a story, a unique journey, and in this space, their lives intertwine for a brief moment. I imagine myself joining these interactions, exchanging ideas, learning from others