In the Memory of The Tree

So, there was a tree in front of my house. (The tree you can see in the photo). It was planted when I was 7 and now I am 17. It grew up with me and got bigger and longer than I could ever be. I remember when it was not a full grown tree, a monkey had jumped on it and broken it from the middle. We thought it would die but it didn’t, and then it grew and grew for 10 years straight.

It had some unique looking flowers. They looked like dandelions but they obviously were not. I have a picture of them on my phone somewhere….alas! I couldn’t find it. This makes me so sad.

The people living in the houses behind the tree used to complain about its leaves and flowers falling all over the street and in front of their homes. They said that it made too much clutter and they do not want to have to clean it everyday. So, a few days later, a team of woodcutters came and cut all the branches out. No more branches left, no more leaves, nothing. Just a long, barren, lifeless trunk of the tree is left behind.

It broke my heart to see that. And I said to my Mom,”Why, we humans make so much garbage on this Earth, then who’s gonna cut us? No one, right?” We humans think that a tree – which is a part of nature – is creating trash. What we don’t think is that we are the ones who have trashed nature and are continuing to do so with every passing day. The tree wasn’t in our way, our houses were in the way of the tree’s natural habitat. Why do we keep on forgetting that we aren’t the rightful owners of this land? That we owe so much to this nature? Why?

What-if I reach the Sky?

Dreams higher than the sky
but you fear falling,
all the what-ifs
pulling you down.
Have you ever thought,
What-if I reach the sky
and touch the clouds?
What-if I soar so high
my fears couldn’t pull me down?
What-if I get to wear
all my dreams like a crown?
If not, think of those what-ifs too
’cause if you fear falling
you’d never dream high
and if you don’t dream high,
you’ll never reach the sky.

Bloganuary Day – 21

Write about your first name: its meaning, significance, etymology, etc.

My first name is an Indian word – ‘Rupika’ which means ‘gold coin’. It also was used to describe a ‘beautiful woman’ in the ancient language.

Butterfly

So fragile but so vibrant
at the same time
a kaleidoscope of colour
its wings so thin and small
but flying so fast
a beauty passing in a flutter.

So enticing but so untouchable
at the same time
a sight to behold
like the colours of a rainbow
symbol of freedom against the sky
a pretty little butterfly.