Poems of the week.
1.Untitled.
Yet when time flew by
and pushed me down
through those dark cries
and the waves of the grief
gathering and scattering on me.
can't move with those
wink of the eyes
and fly away to paradise.
Ekisha Sharma.
2.Mother Nature is in need of...
Creating a lot of creatures
That too, of different features
Only sometimes sitting in leisure
Here comes mother nature.
Like a cuckoo is her voice
Only good things is her choice
But the choice of her creations
Are only interested to fight
The fight between brothers and sisters
Are making her cry;
Tears are rolling down her cheeks
And they are only making her feel shy.
Let's stop her from crying
And bring smile in her face
And be together without fighting
And bring the most precious gift "PEACE".
Avritti Bhattarai.
3.DARKNESS
Darkness don't come,
don't keep my life in corruption.
Please let me survive
for if I have to go far?
keep every one happy
and don't make them cry.
Nancy Agrawal.
4.Before twilight passes
Locked in the room of sadness,
With four walls around
Kept alone in
the black cries of the souls
With a cool breeze
flowing about.
No light to be seen in any corner.
No destiny to be in taken,
Only a desire to be fulfilled
and a candle to be lighten
But still there is hope
for someone to come
To pick me up and
free me from the place
Before the twilight passes.
Akritti Pandit.
5.My Bane.
I dreamt of a cat
Really a fat
I was slept
How felt that?
She came to me
Woke me up
Asked my name
She was "BANE"
We're friends
We played much
"BANE" was nice
Smooth was touch
I followed her
Caught at once
She sang well
Fine was dance
She trapped mouse
I gave food
Thanked me lot
Said me good
I dreamt "BANE"
She laughed then
My friend was
Where went when?
Opened my eyes
She was not
I became sad
That's dream but.
Dipesh Agrawal.
Paradise.
There is a garden in the heaven,
Where flowers and trees are woven.
There is a garden in the heaven,
Where the most delicious fruits are
It is called the paradise,
Garden of the lord
It is called the paradise,
Where the art of love is drawn.
It is called the art of love,
Which is found in everybody's heart.
That is the place where fruits of love lie,
It is called the paradise, the garden of the lord.
Shilpa Bagla.
Mountains
Oh! Mountains,
Oh! Mountains
I weep to see you, so dirty
As you are nature's gifts
We should not destroy it.
You are so tall that
To see you I have to jump over the wall.
You are a gift
of nature given by God
Which is always pointing towards the eye of the sky?
Many of them have tried to climb on you
Some died there while
Some climbed you successfully
And are still alive.
You are one of God's creations
The first one to get the rays of the sun
No one knows your actual height
Everyone says you a beautiful sight.
Ankit Aggarwal
PARADISE LOST
I don't know where have I reached?
A place full of fruits of heart and,
instead of water coming in,
comes love potions in various forms,
I love this place thinking...
that I am in heaven and crying for joys.
For me when those droplets fall on the ground;
they seem like gold.
People care for luxuries,
but I feel that the scenes and
the types of things I see,
are far more better than luxuries,
I don't know...
when the lord created this place?
But I should name it Paradise Lost.
I was going to...
pluck a big bunch of orchids and snowdrops.
Then of a sudden I heard
a voice screaming...
screaming right into my ears...
Wake up! Wake up!
Then I knew it was only a dream.
DEBJEET AUDDY