Sitting beneath
A mighty tree
Gives me solace,
I feel like out of this world
Where I see the birds little
Fluttering the wings
Delicate and vibrant;
Where I feel
The zephyr gentle
Caressing me like mother,
Whispering of
The things surreal
Seems a bit scary;
As if an entity, huge
Wants to say something strange
But
No time I have
To figure the things out
Cuz I’m enjoying
The splendour
Of the nature
At my best.
Alka Sharma
Rehari Colony
Never Say die
If you can’t run,
You should walk
If you can’t walk,
You should crawl,
If you can’t crawl,
You should keep moving
But never say die.
Vijay Singh Jamwal
Durga Nagar, Bantalab Jammu
Rekindling Childhood in Snowfall Memories
Winter’s gift, a snowy sight so bright,
Nature wears a blanket, the Himalayas turned white.
Since childhood, my heart dances with each falling flake,
Clouds crafting tales, anticipation’s sweet romance.
Gone are those carefree days, when with friends I’d roam,
Lost in play, forgetting time, no thought of hunger’s tome.
Snowflakes softly recount stories of joy and cheer,
Peering through the window, reliving moments vast.
Each snowfall spins stories, pure and light,
Of snowball fights and childhood flight.
In the courtyard’s warmth, with cousins so dear,
Snow memories glow, eternally sincere.
Life’s currents change, confined within these quiet walls,
Observing the snowfall, nostalgia softly calls.
No longer touching snow or partaking in a playful race,
Time may shift, but memories find a sacred space.
A child’s definition fades, as manhood takes its hold,
Yet in the falling snow, cherished stories restart.
Syed Aamir Sharief Qadri
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