Value (video poem)

Below is a video poem of mine called "Value".


https://animoto.com/play/ovJfGtacgN8MuhGCjdzqZQ
-Sanjana Karthik

Tightrope(poem)

Tightrope

We spend our whole life

Walking on earth

Like it’s a tightrope; 

An tiny line

Dangling in the sky 

Filled with so little hope.

These tiny lines now  crease our forehead

 Every time we fake a smile

Souvenirs of pain

Now furrow our brow

From walking on earth

Like it’s a tightrope

We are living on time borrowed

So, please…

Mend your broken heart,

Know there is tomorrow...

Live for something else other than this sorrow

Because what you give 

Comes back to you-

Let your happiness 

Manifest

Into a future 

We otherwise would have missed

Ending My Run(poem)

    Ending My Run   

Trying not to face the truth, 

Trying not to look you in the eye.

Captive words practiced but not released, 

More than a million times

“I killed her!” 

Screams rent the air.

As we bury me

In animosity, so effortless...

Then footsteps befitting you,

Come out of the blue.

Footsteps reeking of sorrow and agitation,

Of which, I can find no differentiation.

And I hold burden in my veins.

Body slowly paralyzed in chains,

Self-deprecation and fear of the unknown.

Heart is slowly torn...

See him coming

Heart is pounding,

And stricken with a knife,

You face the bitter truth,

Not thinking twice.

My thoughts I can no longer steer

Soul breaking in fear,

My savior and killer is here

He is coming, and I am here…

-Sanjana Karthik

SomeBody(poem)

SomeBody    

When you say “body”,

I wish our minds didn’t drift right down

To what our consciousness does when the lights go out

A heart,

A soul,

A place we can call home.

A casket holding 

And never letting go

A product of parents,

Raised with unconditional love,

And their sacrifices of everything

Bringing us to where we are. 

Caring for us when sick

Being there from start to finish

They cared for our body

And the life within it.

Your body is not just curves

 It’s scars

It’s care

It’s a life 

Please be aware...

Our parents did not bring our body into this world,

To be used and opened,

To be discarded 

As if broken

-Sanjana Karthik

                                                                           

Just Another Memory(poem)

Just Another Memory 

I know I had to earn it,

I just wanted to feel secure.

Like I'm more than a memory to you.

Because my heart was in the right place.

Wanting to belong in your care,

For longer than time could ever trace.

Your love; a dream I never dreamt,

Those many moons ago.

It was all so real to me,

But ‘just an experience’ for you.

The happy days were just an illusion,

Lies resting beneath past shared smiles,

Because all it was, was emptiness in disguise.

When I looked into your eyes,

I saw everything I despised,

Everything I adored

Was darkened in remorse.

Your eyes full of regret,

While your heart longs for freedom.

You say your goodbye,

With a smile hidden inside.

With no foundation for the love we shared,

Not a single ounce of care coming my way.

You discard me so easily,

As if I was made of thin air.

-Sanjana Karthik

Nothing To Keep Me(poem)

Nothing To Keep Me    

I’m scared of being forgotten.

Because then it means

The last person to forget,

Has forgotten me.

No one to be with, when the days grow old,

And the nights don’t hold,

My soul anymore

Feeling secure,

But then knowing one day 

He won’t be here

I’ll have no one...

No one to hold on to,

Nothing to keep me from falling down.

When the wicked clock snatches him along,

He'll be the one, brave enough to let me go on;

Selfless and broken for so long

Feeling fear in seeing the day,

When life captures me in its dismay.

Forcing me to say goodbye,

To the one thing that brought me a smile.

Because I feel so secure.

But I know one day he won’t be here,

A creation without a creator,

A child without a father.

“So Father will you be gone

When I will have no one…”

No one to hold on to,

Nothing to keep me 

From falling down...

-Sanjana Karthik

Starting Over(poem)

Starting Over

Beginnings are hard.

A promise of change;

It is hope and optimism

And fear of failure 

Without wanting to look back 

And intending to move forward

You let your insecurities dissipate.

Leaving regrets at bay 

Letting it go, you hope for a better tomorrow.

Hope for a vision to emerge from the dark,

Praying for some sort of spark.

And you do this over

And over,

And over again...

Until finally that “tomorrow” becomes “today”,

Your fear becomes “yesterday”

And your  new beginning is your present...

All of God's gifts brought down from heaven.

-Sanjana Karthik

The Pier; A Broken Soul (poem)

The Pier; A Broken Soul 

I am the pier,

Afraid to be remembered as simple and mere.

I remember that feeling all too well,

To be branded as something replaceable;easy to sell.

I experience the world’s emotions without a taste of my own,

As I endlessly eye the gentle sand drifting and being blown.

The ocean’s water is persistent in reaching the shores,

As it caresses the sand it deeply adores.

When the word ‘significant’ is brought to mind, 

I wish to be recalled and brought to life.

Remembered from a vantage point of a million years,

As more than old wooden planks trodden by your heels.

I hold so many stories, a piece of everyone’s life,

I wish people felt they owed me more than a quick visit once or twice.

Even as time dissipates, I feel their grip on my heart,

As the courtesy of nostalgia, make me wish they’d come back.

Without hesitation, I was walked on every day,

Now I wait for a single footstep to come my way.

The smithereens of my heart still ache for you,

Alive with the hope that you may come back out of the blue.

-Sanjana Karthik

The Sorrowful Souvenir(poem)

The Sorrowful Souvenir

You will forever be embossed in my heart,

How I feel tormented by your depart.

Your love and support is my remedy,

Stored in the deepest of memories.

When you’re young, your heart’s an open book.

A childhood where love is all you

Making nostalgia the crook

The type of innocent love

With its sorrowful music

 Leaves you on the verge of tears

And when it dissipates with time

 It leaves you with insecurities as souvenirs.

Memories make love feel like forever,

Your heart’s poured into creating them 

And cannot be shared with whomever.

My name, never appearing once in your mind.

As you already leave me behind

Realizing it lost value in your eyes

I now know

It was all just emptiness in disguise

-Sanjana Karthik

Writing and public speaking in South Surrey/Whiterock

Writing and open mics

If you are interested in writing and public speaking as much as I am, please try out these programs I will be hosting. 

Writing club(All ages)

South Surrey Rec center

Room mp6
7-8pm

2nd Wednesday of the month starting from July

Bring copies of your work, so we can help each other edit our work

Please bring a donation of canned food(s) to support our Surrey Food Bank

Open mic(All ages)

South Surrey Rec center

Room mp6
7-8pm

4th Wednesday of the month starting from July

Bring something you can read/show for 5 minutes (doesn't have to pertain to writing only)

Please bring a donation of canned food(s) to support our Surrey Food Bank

Get Published: Send your work to skarthik.study@gmail.com for a chance of getting your work published in our booklet and distributed amongst the community. Email to receive bi monthly booklets for free.Please add your name and contact information below your work.

Writing and open mic(Teenagers)

1st and 3rd Friday is designated to helping edit each other's work

2nd and 4th Friday is designated to open mics

Location is at the Youth space (15455 Vine Ave, White Rock, BC V4B 2T3)

5-6pm

I’m planning on creating a document where people can also share their work and help edit each others work. Email me if interested please: skarthik.study@gmail.com