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Poems

The Hope for a New Myself

by Sansskrithi

Why can’t I be as hard as a rock
With no feeling nor any reactions
with all deducted emotions
be just a block of void
Where words are as sharp as arrows
that I can’t differentiate anymore
they come hitting you from nowhere and everywhere.
let me be alone
with me, myself and i
Without any interruptions
because all I get from interaction
is a bit of sadness and discombobulation

The Master Himself

by Arshitha

The way every minute goes,
From tic tac to toe.
Every second vanishes, goof!
But never reveals itself.
Controlling time seems mission impossible,
Why not corner off our pessimistic options?
We try so hard to stop the ticking of time,
Is it needed?

Once we start we never halt,
Once we halt we never start,
Nothing ever seems plausible.
Reasoning and thinking never works,
As always time keeps running.
We try to stop it but we never can,
Why? The question arises,
But the answer never comes forward.

Think, your mind tells you.
While all this happens,
Time keeps playing its game.
We hold a grudge against someone,
Get angry, cry, feel sad,
But time continues ticking.
Only a life is in our hands,
But what happens?
Time keeps on playing with us ceaselessly.

So many seconds and minutes are lost in the journey,
Does that change anything?
Trying and trying we lose things,
Which would have landed to us smoothly,
If we had taken the man himself into consideration.

Set Me Free

by Gitanjali

As time passes,
memories fade,
stuck in time am I,
A bird with no wings to fly.
Held back by unseen chains,
with freedom coursing through my veins,
Oh what obstacles are thee?
that make me want to flee?
A bird in a cage am I,
with no reason to fly.

Peace & Violence: Mother Nature

by Arnav

A storm is either coming or staying
But we know not, when or why.
If there be a drought or flood,
We know not what to do.

If a drought threatens the plains of a village,
The people of the village, to the gods, they pray.
Only when the barren land be touched by the ganga,
The people of this flourishing village will sway

The people of the vast city that pollutes,
Will know not of the wonders of nature.
Only the ones who leave fake happiness,
Will experience the wonders of mother nature