CBSE Affiliation No. 1030239 Jhalaria Campus North Campus
CBSE Affiliation No. 1030239

The Sky Is Golden

Streaks of crimson, hues of gold,
Like molten fire, the heavens unfold.
Flames of orange, kissed by twilight’s gleam,
A mesmerizing spectacle, a heavenly dream.

Clouds painted with a passionate stroke,
As if the sky itself began to evoke,
Emotions untamed, a burning desire,
In this cosmic inferno, nature’s own fire.

Silhouettes of trees against the blazing sky,
As daylight surrenders, stars draw night.
A canvas alive, with celestial might,
The sky on fire, a celestial delight.

In this fleeting moment, we stand in awe,
Witnessing nature’s grandeur, unblemished and raw.
The sky’s fervent embrace, a sight to admire,
As it sets our spirits aflame, with a celestial fire.

Homesick

Apparently, you aren’t to make homes out of people
They say it will hurt when they are gone
But what are the pounding beats of heart good for,
If not to be a place for people to belong?

My heart is a home with tons of rooms
Which lets everyone stay and go
While with some, you just wouldn’t want to let them go
And missing them makes you feel Homesick.

Being aware of the fact that people come and go,
yet your heart finds solace in being with them
that you let your heart take over your mind, knowingly but still uncontrollably,
while you hit your reality and look around
they are no more with you and that makes you Homesick.