Posted in corners of my mind., nida's corner, poetry + stories.

Nida Ansari. (original)

Nida Ansari.

child of a father and mother; child of people who care for each other.

younger sibling of a patient brother; younger sibling of a beast like no other.

who loves making silly puns; who loves old Disney Channel re-runs.

who hates when things are left undone; who hates her flaws, even when told she has none.

who wishes upon a star; who wishes in life she goes very far.

who is scared of reality and the outcomes there are; who is scared that life will fade away like an old cigar.

who dreams of fluffy unicorns; who dreams of a world with no regrets or mourns.

who appreciates the roses, even with the thorns; who appreciates life as if it was just born.

who wants to be known; who never wants to be alone.

who lives in her own bones; who lives in a loving home.

who wants to live free; who wants to live in no way differently,

…but who is Nida Ansari?

-nida a. (2015)

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my mind. (original)

“my mind is going crazy

on this dark and starry night

questions processing in my brain

as i go switch off the light

but these thought provoking questions

replaying in my head

should really go away now

because i want to go to bed.”

-nida a. (2015)

Posted in corners of my mind., nida's corner, poetry + stories.

work of art. (original)

“you asked me to paint you a picture

but i didn’t know where to start

when i asked what of, you replied

‘just show me a work of art’

so i painted with strokes as big as your smile

with colours as bright as your eyes

every corner of the canvas as sharp as your thoughts

this masterpiece came as no surprise

you asked me to paint you a picture

and exactly a work of art i drew

so why were you so surprised to see

that i had painted you?

-nida a. (2017)

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a story. (original)

note: this poem was originally for an English assignment. it was written purely from a concept i got by sitting in a library for countless hours. anyways, i hope this makes you fall in love with books and words just like the protagonist did themselves. 🙂

i also hope this isn’t too tragic for a day of love… woops. regardless, happy valentine’s day. here’s a story.

once upon a time i needed you / more than plants need their rain

when i saw you i was euphoric / but you’d leave when i felt pain.

one day you were completely gone / like a child’s toy left un-kept

we would never see each other again / yet you smiled as i wept.

my eyes learned only to scream / and my voice, it could only cry

from the winds of early Septembers / to the heated mid-Julys.

your voice, your words / was all and only of what i could think

as i would lie awake all night / i wouldn’t seem to blink.

blink / now i see you packing your bags / to where i still don’t know

perhaps it hurt you more to hold on / so you decided to let go.

i still remember that moment / it keeps me alert like a warning

and had i not seen a sweeter sorrow / when you left me that morning.

i said “leave, but don’t leave / i’m begging you, please

for you are my stress / but also my ease.”

you pled “i wish i could stay / but i have to disperse

i am a spell, and sadly / you have been cursed.”

now your words repeat in my head / what a sad, sad excuse

this lie you tricked me into believing / i would consider verbal abuse.

me? sadly? cursed? / all i remember feeling was pure magic

if only i had known you would leave me here / with a feeling, now only tragic.

that tragedy started growing / from that day up until now

now i want to let go too / but i just don’t know how.

maybe we should meet again? / you can teach me how you let go, oh, so, lightly

maybe we should meet again! / is that a good idea? it might be.

now all i can remember is our late night talks / perhaps we could do them again

to admit, i miss telling you everything / you were a diary; my best friend.

NO! i tell myself / you… this… it’s not what i need!

you will just leave again / and i’ll just restart this plead.

but, there was this line you had said / that if you want something, you work your hardest

your advice advised me / and for that i remember you as the smartest.

but are you worth working for now / when all you do is bring me down?

i can’t make up my mind anymore / my heart begins again to frown.

i need to get away from this bed / although it gives me warmth and comfort

all i feel is being trapped in a cage / my loving bed makes me feel hurt.

my friends tell me “oh, write a journal / let your quietest emotions shout!”

but my hands shake too much for a writer / so for you, i’m going out.

as i walk outside, all i feel / is you holding me like a harness

in this sunset in front of me i see no sparks / i only see darkness.

but then i see something / my eyes squint, i see a light!

shining in a… library? oh, that place / where dreamers read and doers write.

reluctantly i walked in / but now i’m happy i did so

had i held onto your feeling more / i would have never let myself go.

regaining my strength, my eyes fixed / on something so eloquently designed

i couldn’t look away / i wanted this, this obsession, as mine.

it was a book / and i thought to myself as i walked out the door

about you / and i realized you weren’t my obsession anymore.

i looked down at the beauty / and beautiful it did look

i realized you too were a pretty cover / but you were just a terrible book.

i started to read page after page / captured for hours on end

and for the first time after a long time / i fell in love again.

come to think of it / my love for books started reminding me of you

because both make me laugh and cry / but end suddenly once they’re through.

but when i’m reading / i love that i’m able to escape the world around me

escape into a story more interesting / than yours and mine will ever be.

yes, you were great / but working hard for you wasted my time

now i’m gladly wasting it / engulfed in a book’s every line.

once upon a time i needed you / now i realize you were a want

and all i need right now / is this everlasting font.

so as i sit here reading / i cry with hints of laughter

knowing that i don’t want you in my happily ever after.

-nida a. (2016)

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a tribute to provincials 2017.

this past weekend was spent at the DECA Ontario Provincials Competition.

and can i say, what an experience.

it may have only been 3 days but it was some of the best days of this year so far. i got to spend these three days competing in something i’m becoming more passionate about, enjoying the Toronto atmosphere through day AND night, and bonding with new and old friends through it all.

whether it was the night spent talking to our teacher until 1 am, the extensive amount of sushi eaten, the random trip to Staples, or the countless trips to Freshly Squeezed and Tim Hortons, i wouldn’t have had it any other way. there were of course both ups and downs throughout the competition. some emotional, some silly (cough cough, to the boys that came back five minutes after curfew, cough cough). but if anything, it was the downs that helped me appreciated the ups that i was able to encounter. i’m grateful for it all. yes, even the curfew-breakers. (it was meant to happen.) 😀

but besides that, i’m so proud of my DECA chapter. i congratulate not only the two amazing individuals that won awards, but everyone else too. even the ones that didn’t make it to provincials. we all make our chapter the great thing it is. and i’m so so happy to be a part of it. i’m honoured that i am able to be part of the memories made in DECA and at provincials this year, and i thank my chapter members – my friends – for being a part of mine.

this was the first of hopefully two more. so here’s to more experiences, inside jokes, awards, and much more.

come at me, DECA 2018. i’m ready.

(i think)



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an opportunity.


nida here, aka nidascorner.

just a heads up: i rarely capitalize anything i write. i’m grammatically incorrect and it’s okay with me. i hope it’s okay with you too. 😀

you see, i had a blog a few years ago, with the purpose of sharing my original poems. it just seemed weird to continue adding content after a 3 year hiatus, so i decided to start fresh.

i don’t know what’s to come of this blog, or what i want to do with it, but there’s one thing i know i want: an opportunity. an opportunity to entertain, to share, to be myself in whatever way i choose to show. and i’d like to have you, you special reader you, to be my company as i do so. 🙂

so here’s to a new blog, new stories, and new opportunities.

welcome to my corner.