POETRY SPECIALS

Isn’t it ridiculous? How couple of words Can turn a smile into a frown. A jolly mood completely upside down. Sometimes, we create our own demons And sometimes the world creates one for us :( As in, sometimes they weren’t written well, your stars; And sometimes we create our own scars. No matter how truly someone heals, No matter how positive someone feels; Someday at 3am, when He resurrects, You will give in, and he will feed. He will laugh and you will bleed From a scar that was created decades ago A scar, that’ll never leave you All it takes is a few words right, And it’ll pain just as if it happened last night.

  Chance  - Written in collaboration with a friend during the Covid19 lockdown of 2020 Surpassing an unexpected Sitch, What if we get a chance? For all the time that’s lost, To reinvent and enrich/ Life had seen something lesser-known, Came a pandemic to break the monotone. We got good time to self explore, And a gap from all the hoo-ha before. Many were able to untangle thoughts, While others’ minds and hearts fought. Hate, violence, and greed had rotten our mind, Love, compassion, and selflessness are the things we need to find. This year unfurled many dumps, But humans overcame with triumph, We struggled, got distressed yet were united, Hope this light is forever ignited. This is a phase where humanity has paused, Giving nature some time to breathe, From everything, we humans have ever caused. It is an opportunity to come out as an evolved race; And creating a new foundation, A stronger base. What if we had another chance? A chance to write history, Which blossoms with blis...

Melancholy (This Poem was written in Xth grade) There’s no monster below your bed, He’s waiting to attack your heart, He’s living inside your head; To break you apart. Every thought becomes a battle, Every breath’s a war, All on the other end And you ain’t winnin’ anymore. You’ve got eyes of innocence, Face of an angel, A smile, that hides infinite pain; And pearls that are invisible in rain. How do you run away From what’s inside your head? They say you gotta stop overthinking, For it’s making you mentally dead. You want to talk and shout and yell aloud, You are your own spine, No matter how messed up it is, You’ll just utter, “I’m fine.” You’re unable to sleep at night, Your body’s trying to fight, With a mind that’s already dead, Fallen apart, cryin’ on bed.