As the spring passes
Shedding the buds
I stumble in the fear of passing away
With the coming summer
Stacks of panic are about to disappear
Here comes the damp monsoon
Rain everywhere Rain everywhere
But eyes are not ready to discard any tear
Autumn has appeared with the sprouting leaves
Dazzling sun and fluttering birds of prey
But my Freaking mind is still hazy and grey
Cold days, gusty breeze, misty nights
Ah!winter is here
Alas!it could not be paradise for me
Surely somebody wants to penalise me
For not letting me relish nectar of life
And bliss of heaven….
Oh lord! I apologise for letting me loose
Evertime after that foe that resides within me
And makes me bow
But I promise hard, But I promise hard This time I won’t let myself surrender
Before this foe and let go this fear of foe
Dr Sakshi Sharma
Roop Nagar
Who are we truly?
What is left when everything,
Turns meaningless and hopeless?
What is left when we all love and hatred,
Has disappeared?
Silence!!
Yes, all that’s left is silence,
An empty void in the place of chaos,
And non existence in place of life.
When faith, happiness, spirituality,
joy, peace,
Dreams and convection,
No longer anchor you.
Where do take refuge?
What makes it worth living?
We tell ourselves we matter,
But the truth is,
The ideals and things we hold dear,
Is what truly matters.
We are just embodiment of this ideal,
Just a spark of dust in creation,
All part of a whole,
We seek to reunite with.
Who knows if we live according to fate,
Or if our choices are what makes our reality.
Think, was it truly you who made the decisions
That really mattered ?
Or you did not even who you were at that moment in time?
And yet those foreign emotions,
you kept
And throw away yours.
And that is who you are.
So is it fate or choice we live by..?
Reetain Raina
(Jain Bazar)
THE OLDER I GET -I I
The older I get
Few friends I met.
Love your friends more
Than money instead.
Fear not death
Do some social service instead.
Live life carry no regrets
The older I get.
Get, set and go
Live life full
Live every moment.
Lost finer moments
Back one would never get.
The older I get
A desire remained unfulfilled
Why did I not meet friends
This was the regret.
When in pink of health meet more and more your friends
Than to later regret.
Weak I become
The older I get.
Remember God
Meet your friends
Have no regret
The older you get.
Col Parmjit
Jammu
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