Poetry

By Tanishka These are the drops of happiness, to every young and old, These protect the ground from the dangerous drought,. These cheer the plants, to grow citius, altius and fortius. Oh! rain bless us with all your heart, Oh! rain how blissful you are. By Tanishka

By Tanishka One day before was Sunday The day with curse is Monday. Thinking about the beautiful weekends of joy and moist The Monday looks wizened, Early in the morning and late in night There’s no fun alike These were all my thoughts Now, tell me what’re yours? We did enough with the Sunday, But what about the Meantime Monday? By Tanishka

By Tanishka Joy is the first element of life, Keep it up, all the time It is the leader of the brain, It gives the courage to do anything. Anxiety, embarrassment, sadness and anger May come up with dictatorship. But remember, Joy is the queen, Don’t hear anyone else All of those live in future and past, This is the only one which makes the present delightful So, keep your joy everywhere with you. By Tanishka

By Tanishka You feel love, When someone cares for you, You feel love, When someone dedicates you, You feel love, When someone works or earns for your good life, Supports you through every good and bad movement of your life. The feel of love is beautiful, Love itself is beautiful Oh yes! I know! My mother gives me a lot of that! By Tanishka

By Tanishka Laugh! Laugh! and Laugh till the tears come your eyes or Let me help you if you can’t do it nice Think of a girl, with long carrot hair! Different stockings and black-red eyes, Doesn’t it look familiar a half of carrot, girl and joker? Does it make you laugh? Laughter! Laughter and Laughter, it never gets off fashion, However, it’s the best medicine So, smile, it’s a free all-in-one medicine Every happening has at least one plus-point So, why not to celebrate it,

By Tanishka Let the rain be it-self, Let it come and go, Let it pass the mountains, lakes and Dive the happiness by the sky Let us cheer the clouds, To laugh and cry. By Tanishka

By Tanishka Why isn’t there love and peace? Between the animals and human beings? Why are there trees cut? Why are the people hurt? “Get off animal!” says human, “Get off human!” says animal, Everyone does the same thing, “Why can’t there be love and peace?” By Tanishka

By Tanishka If I were a bird, I would roam all day around, If I were a bird, I would be the prettiest of all, If I were a bird, I would glide on the sleet and the snow, If I were a bird, I would be the queen of throne, I would just lead the group through the wild forest and the mangrove… By Tanishka

By Rakhitha P I once read a story about a girl, Who was the dearest of the dearest, The one adored and adorned. Her life lavish with love, she thought it eternal. But as she grew, she became someone’s sister And then someone’s wife. Years went by, and now she’s someone’s mother And for some, their grandmother. Her heart burned for the name that was once hers, For the life she so dearly missed For the time when she was a girl, when she was hers and hers alone, When her name wa

By Rakhitha P You will not take away from me, my life. You will not dare, to give me dreams- Of hope, of love Then turn back and betray the trust.   The child is naive and you misuse it. The child is naive and the only one who truly lives. The child is naive and you are hurting it.    Give me back the time I wasted, Trying to prove to you that I am worthy When you never needed an answer, You wanted me busy.   Give me back myself.  Give me back my life. By Rakhitha P

By Rakhitha P There is this thing about people who have always lived in the light, They have love so warm, but their thoughts prejudiced. Not because they're bad, but because of inexperience.   They manipulate oneself to entitlement Drown in water so pure The stench of blood, of rotten food never touched their air  They say they risk themselves,  They say they've been warned Of a future so uncertain, of a present so fickle But what do they know? The future that they hold,  Wo

By Rakhitha P I'm familiar with the lie, The lie that you never die until the last breath. I don't believe it. I take care not to. Any hope - the slightest sliver of it; Has a hold on me that I cannot ignore. This love, this grief- I have no place to keep it. No person to hold it.   My heart heavy from the grief Hanging off my soul, ("Do they notice? Do they realize?") It's a noose around my neck. It's something in my throat, And now my words are rushed As the grief takes ove

By Tanvi दिल में आज भी है ये आस,  की होगे तुम मेरे पास।  मगर छोड़ गए हो तुम मुझे,  भूला देंगे अब हम तुझे।  पर कहना आसान है करना नहीं,  पता नहीं ये गलत है या सही।  लगता है कि आगे बढ़ गए हो तुम,  समझ नहीं रहा खुशी मनाऊं या गम।  अगर हमारी लड़ाई ना होती,  तो क्या मैं रात को चैन सो पाती?  मगर साथ भी खुशी नहीं थी,  नाराजगी आती थी चेहरे पर कभी भी। नहीं मैं जान पाई तुम्हारी चाहत,  आंसू बहाऊं या लुं सांस की राहत।  नहीं मैं समझ पाई,  की सिर्फ थी मैं परछाई।  इनसान नहीं समझा मुझे, ...

By Medhansh Karthik Nair Friendship shines as bright, Or if not more than a star’s light. They appear in our life as a rainbow, And if tended, our bond will grow. Made to be in harmony, To sing to life’s symphony. Their mind maybe isn’t that bold, But their intentions are formed by a heart of gold. They walk along you in the path of life, Their vision for you as sharp as a knife. They do not let your heart bleed, Always there when in need. Our hearts deep like a pond, There l

By Medhansh Karthik Nair As they unfurl their feathers and sing in glee, In the cloudy weather dance thee. The feathers as blue as sapphire, The peahens admire. With zealously their wings they flap, Under the echo of a thunderclap. The hues of blue and the shades of green, The result of nature’s personality, The planet’s beautiful entity. By Medhansh Karthik Nair

By Medhansh Karthik Nair From the filthy mud to an elevated bud, The journey of a lotus more divine than us. This flower has always been a mystery, Its life has been the most symbolic in history. Struggling for attaining peace and prosperity, The pinnacle of God’s creativity. Starting as a seed deep in the soil, Rising above it after weeks of toil. As a circular piece of lush green foil, Then blooms a flower from pinkish red coil. There it grows in harmony, Its nectar as swee

By Vanshika Vangani Coloured glass and beads within,  Capricious and motley, Rattling around, like my notions and sins, Figured in the baroque-style, Never lasting longer than a while,  And in a jiffy, they appear distraughtly,  Coloured glass and beads within,  Iridescent and speckled, Unuttered words, and untouched skin,  What do I see in these dappled mirrors?  That which is or that which I yearn to see?  I was blind before, now what has fallen upon me.  Charred glass and

By Avani.Dinakar.Haritsa Piles and piles of paperwork, Introduced by a man with a giant fork. Sleep comes naught; Eyes stay open, wide and caught. Red-rimmed and ghastly, Dull, withered, and nasty. Foaming at the mouth— Eternal sleep, without a draught. By Avani.Dinakar.Haritsa

By Avani.Dinakar.Haritsa Crisp clear pages, Hold no fiery char. A pen flowing freely, Worn with lovelorn use. The paper speaks with glee, Of new surroundings free. The inker sighs, resigned, For the writer, apparently fined. The pages are new, Memories few. The pen has scars, From wounds of a time afar. Paper lays damp with splotches of tears, Ink spills to the floor — used to this familiar routine. The writer cries, As his shattered pen dies. The pages look on in surprise, F

By Avani.Dinakar.Haritsa What worth does a person hold When all that ignites simply turns cold. All that speaks of your pride Lay in tatters, served aside. Values can change, edit, and diminish Bonds can fall, crack, and finish. What weight does a promise bear, When silence answers every prayer. The mirror cracks, reflections stray, What was “forever” fades to grey. And in the ruins of what once shone bright, Lies peace, disguised as loss in light. By Avani.Dinakar.Haritsa