Tag: Poem

My brain works, but it works really slow.
My brain works, but it works really fast.
My brain works like it’s not so normal,
making it work is a task!

My brain works but it works for the good.
My brain works but it works for the bad.
My brain works like it’s not so normal,
making it work is a task!

The people I loved turned me down
When I needed them the most they never replied
Is it only me or is it happening with everyone around
I’m scared to trust and love
Because I was turned down
I want that one moment of happiness
That feeling which I couldn’t experience for months
I want to live freely and without the fear of getting hurt
But I can’t
Because once I was turned down
They say I’m dramatic and an over thinker
Useless and ugly
I’m scared I don’t disagree
Because once I was turned down
Love is hard to find but
Rightly said once found
Makes one blind
Sometimes I wonder what is actually love
The one I could never find

With the cracked ground
Starving for water,
There begins a new thought
The little sapling caught
Between two worlds-
The sky beckoning and the ground seizing.

It begins its journey
On the unprecedented
Shying away from all adversity
In what it deems possible.

Goes on and on,
Gathering all energy and vigour
Standing firmly to the ground
All the while reaching for the sky.

And when it looked beneath
saw that it wasn’t the
Lone forlorn tree anymore.

Dear Teachers

From blackboard◾ to screen sharing,

You never stopped caring.

 

From chalk to chat,

You did not get mad.

 

From notes📝 to screenshots,

You have always taught.

 

From offline to online👩‍💻,

You always give time.

 

From sports🏃‍♀️ to clubs,

You have made our skills brushed.

 

From class to Meet,

You have taught us to be sweet.🤗

 

From school🏫 to home🏠,

You have always been better than Chrome.

 

From keep quiet 🤫to speak up,🗣️

Things are now easy which were before tough.

 

From conventional to technical📱,

The journey was difficult,

But YOU did not give up.

 

At last I would like to say nothing but a Big THANK YOU,🙏

For all you have done to make our future bright,👧👦

And filled with delight.😇🤩

BLACK
What is black ?
A colour
Or
Absence of colour

I am BLACK. I love my darkness in the night. I am the essence of
art who brings all colours together, not tear them apart.
I am in the black hole as it says and polished shoes of children and
businessmen.
I am the colour to be handled with care as I am present in the
universe everywhere.
In the eyeballs I’m there allowing to see the world out there.
One might wonder the arrival of beauty and gladness of the sun
shining bright due to my calmness in the night .
I am the fear present in a dark room,
I am the smoke of a burning fire,
I am the worst thing that can ever happen,
I am a mystery and symbolize the depth of life.
I am BLACK
The colour of life.

I’ve gone to France
But not exactly
Just took a chance
And quite gladly
I visited the Eiffel
And the Louvre
The waters of Seine
And even the Suisse
I ate the saucisse
And the fromage
I went to the Alps
And the Orleans
Opening the window my mother shouts
Wake up my child the time is out
All my dreams flew with the night
Now it is time to make them right.

This poem by Rashi featured in an issue of the renowned children’s newspaper, RobinAge (November 26 – December 09, 2020). It has also been published in a poetry anthology “PS-It’s Poetry”, by the PoetrySoup, a poetry portal.

Deep in the hollow the night at its height,
Song of the nightbird echoing in the quiet,
Stillness as that of the past in our hearts,
As once again the nightbird starts,
Call of the wild in the deep groove,
The nightbird on a constant move,
All across the forest drizzling raindrops,
Shining sapphires, the lovely dew drops,
Reflection in silence in nature’s abode,
Away from the bustle of the angry road,
Tenderly gripping, the greenness of the new,
To the beginnings of those touching the blue,
Magic of the moonlight so mesmerising,
A flurry of emotions slowly arising,
Whispering quietly the flow of the brooks,
Melodies bursting from hidden nooks,
Songs of silence filling the quiet,
Deep in the hollow the night at its height……