aditi's simple thoughts (original)

        Look at how time has flown by! Tomorrow, June 23, is the last day of school..... at Pine Glen. During these past six years, I have made countless new friends, memories, and impacts at my beloved elementary school. I have seen each grades specialties, and I have grown so much academically and socially. Today, I would like to thank all my teachers. Kindergarten: Lo and behold, my first year at Pine Glen, I get Mrs. Potts and Ms. Hanafin! They helped me feel comfortable at yet another new school, and helped me learn things the American way. And who can forget making butter ("shake-a, shake-a, shake-a, butter we will make-a, shake-a, shake-a, shake-a, butter we will make-a PASS!) and Mrs. Potts vacation to Costa Rica (I still remember her YouTube video titled, "Adventure Teacher").  First Grade: Entering year two, I was welcomed by Ms. Smith (homeroom) and Mrs. Hayes (ELA) This year, we were introduced to a new subject: ELA. ...

        They say that time flies when you're having fun, and boy is that true! On February 17, it is aditi's simple thoughts's four-year anniversary! And in honor of such a momentous achievement..... Each Hour By Aditi Bhattamishra Each hour Each day Each week Each month All logged Into memories Kept  In little boxes In the back of my mind. And so The cycle goes on,  Until we find ourselves Four years from then.

Yin and Yang By Aditi Bhattamishra Yin and Yang. Bad and good. Two parts, One whole. If let loose, One without the other,  Leaves darkness in its wake. If let loose, One without the other Leaves peace in its path. Struggling, Cursing, Sometimes victorious, too. The battle goes on, And on, And on, And on, And on, And on, And on, Infinite. 

Mischievous Butterflies By Aditi Bhattamishra  I could leap. I could fly.  I could soar across the sky. I could seek, And find, And show, And give So many things.  Yet where do you find me? Standing on ground, Staring  up at the wide, blue sky So very sadly. Each word, Each thought, Each breath, Each belief. Stress on the opportunities, I am hoping to keep. So until that moment of clarity, When the purpose is clear, You'll find me standing here, Chasing dreams Flying,  Like mischievous butterflies.

A Glow Full of Secrets By Aditi Bhattamishra  On the ground we tread upon, In the air we breath, Are secrets  Never meant to be. Bubbling in the streams, And hidden 'neath the trees  Are unspoken truths Never to be seen And yet, With such mysteriousness, The world goes on. With nothing but a glow left behind. Of things that are gone.         Tell me in the comments what you think this poem means!

If The Sky Turned Black…. By Aditi Bhattamishra If the sky turned black , I would paint it blue . If the clouds were heavy , I would make them light. If the sun went down , I would pull it back up . If the moon disappeared , I would make it reappear. If the world needed me, I would be there for it . My question is, though, Would everyone else do the same?

O, Christmas Tree By Aditi Bhattamishra Golden lights wrapped ‘Round and ‘round. Fragile memories Hung by a thread. Multi-colored spheres With a sprinkle of glitter Shine under the stars. Striped canes of candy Hooked on the branches. And a beautiful star Placed lovingly on top Like a cherry on the cake. O, Christmas Tree, How we bedizen you. All those mismatched burdens You hold without complaint. While you stand there Waiting………. Until there is nothing to wait for. This is a poem I was wishing to publish about the Christmas tree (even though it is way pat Christmastime).

        Merry Christmas! I hope everyone has a good one!

        This is a poem I have been intending to publish, but because of other things, I could not get around to it. Look By Aditi Bhattamishra Look at how the stars shine brighter  Whenever I look up. Look at how the grass  dances  Whenever I walk by. Look at how the moon  glows  When I am in the dark. Look at how the sun  shines  As I wake up to a new day. Look at how the flowers  bloom  Whenever I breath. Look at how the birds  greet me  As I climb to the top. Look at how the world  Revolves around me. Look at how I  R evolve   around the world.

    Hi, readers! I have a huge announcement to make. I've started a new blog! The blog will act as an art gallery. I will post sketches, drawings, paintings, and other projects I've done on it. Here is the link:  Gallery of Imagination   Gallery of Imagination is not a replacement blog for Aditi's Simple Thought. I will be running both blogs simultaneously. 

  The Beach Plum Island Beach, MA Broken seashells puncture my feet; Strong waves push against me, Before pulling me in; Warm sand bakes my heels, As the sun mercilessly beat down on me; Scattered shells, of all shapes and sizes, Are gems to collectors sandy hands; Kids joyously fling sand around them,  As colorful bikini-covered girls sun-bask; Seagull's loud cries add to the ever-going conversation' As they scavenge for food; Boats of all kinds surf the waves; Kites stay aloft, while their flyers watch attentively The roar of the waves lures me deeper, As I stare into the abyss of water.

              Once upon a time, there is a very pretty, quirky American Girl doll named Kimaya. Kimaya had everything she needed; clothes, a bed, toys, food, even an iPad. But there were a couple things that she reeeeeally wanted. Her best friend, a 10-year old girl, promised they would go to the American Girl store at Natick and get her items. So Kimaya waited.      Kimaya's birthday was fast approaching. With only two weeks until her birthday, Kimaya's friend planned to go to the American Girl store on this Sunday. Kimaya was very excited about this. She loved the AG store. It was filled with sooooo many items. Kimaya started counting down the days until the weekend.      Finally Sunday came. Kim's friend buckled her up in the Lexus, and off they went. Natick is only thirty minutes away, and soon they were in the mall, walking towards the AG store.       Kim's friend at once started looking f...