Solace in words

Poetry may have lesser words than prose, However, they have a stronger meaning than of those.

Some friendships need no words to define them, No certificate to certify them, Ours is one of those, That created a bond so close, you're the best person to laugh with and laugh on, The best shoulder to cry on, While talking and singing junk, We made better songs than uptown funk, Whenever I have some issues, You're everready with a box of tissues, Sneaking coffee sips, You've given me one of the best tips, The moment I see you frown, My smile too, comes crumbling down, You've made me a better myself, Something I wouldn't have been able to achieve myself, I'll remember forever the funny nicknames, and those silly little games, Even if our paths drift apart, We'll be always together at heart, You will always be my best friend, I'll always love you to no end. This poem is for my bestfriend Jay Jay, who has always been there with me through thick and thin; happiness and pain  I love you! Happy reading!

There was  a time, when there was no crime, And the ultimate source of faith was still a shrine, In those days there were only a few instances of prodigy, Yet without any mean means of technology, That time there was pride in being an old school, But now you'd just be a fool, People once had a path to reach their goals, But now, every other road is full of holes, There was once pure peace, That has been robbed away, piece by piece, Who is the culprit? The fast changing culture, Or the growing inhumanity, Or maybe the cruel technology.

Let everyone live; Let them have whatever life has to give, Fight for your right, But don't hinder anyone else's flight, All sorts of birds are there in this race; Better not judge any of them by their race, Created to be born on the same plate; With almost the same fate, As a normal being; And not a superior god-like king, Learn hot to divide assets, Not the country's potential facets, Fighting is not bad, Unless its a baseless fad.

I am alive; Not dead yet, I will go as far as I can get, I am alive; There's more to me than you know, Far beyond your imagination, I am bound to grow, I am alive; Tougher and rougher life might get, But I'm not giving up yet, I am alive; Not dead yet.

Today's generation's feat,  Lies in just a single tweet, This era's hook Is Facebook, Rather than studying about Measurements of kilos and grams, Their favourite subject is Instagram, Whatsapp is the only platform  For families to meet and greet, Hike is no longer for outdoor lovers, You can enjoy it whilst being under the covers, Instead of preparing for NEET and CLAT, The focus is on Snapchat, Indeed the generation's feat Lies at social media's feet.

Never pluck a blooming flower, And take away all its power, Shattering its dreams; Of having a gleeful realm, Let it grow and learn; All the ways to survive and earn, Allow it to absorb; All the knowledge it can rob, Free it from your scary shadow, Let it discover its own halo, Let the flower bloom, Till it meets its doom.

People passing by you, Blurry red and yellow hues, Carrying stories untold, Some warm, some cold But alas! You might never know What made their life glow, Or if they are going through some demise, All you can do is be nice, No one knows what shaped them this way, Maybe it was life’s another play, Never judge or hold a grudge, All of us are oblivious to each other’s story Someone’s downfall, someone’s glory.

Defeated, you collapse on your knees, Tears rushing down your eyes, Thinking it’s the end, You let your ambitions bend, But once a legend said; failure is a bruise And not a tattoo, Don't treat it as a taboo, There's hope, there's scope, Get up; clean your scraped knees, Get that charm back in your eyes, Don't be afraid to fall again, Falling down gives you all the experiences to gain, Come on! Start over, don't disdain, There's hope, there's scope.

They won't get it that it's not alright to touch someone without their consent, And it isn't something most recent; It started ages before, when the devil shouted "encore" Those nasty hounds come your way to have a good day, But that might be your life's worst, Making your tearful eyes burst, Those devils won't understand the pain, The regret that you can't be innocent again. Hey everyone! This is my 50th poem and a rising concern towards the security of girls in this global hue.

Dear Bestfriend,                           Now that you're going away, across the bay, I'll miss seeing you everyday, I'll miss our sessions with the mushy clay, The sandbox that turned us blue and grey, Our tug of war series till the rope frayed. Now that you're going away, across the bay, Oh I'd miss seeing you everyday. I hope and wish that you could stay, But everyone's helpless in life's play, But worry not, my heart is where you'll forever stay. I wrote this poem when I was 11 and my bestfriend Adyasha was going out of the station as her dad got posted to Delhi. Shifting and saying goodbye is the hardest part of being an army kid.

Forks aren't meant to be poked in everyone's meat, Or else even a generous amount of electroplating wouldn't be able to fight the corrosive defeat 

Books are a high to the reader’s soul, An escapade to its boredom, Food to its mind, And a companion to its solitary.

The war fields that carry the smell of blood; a soldier's blood, Call out for more, They've relished their thirst a thousand times, Yet quench for more. But look at our patriotic saviours, They care about nothing but their nation, Ready to relish the thirst of the badlands  for yet another thousand times.

Hyped up thoughts causing unrest, Lying in your bed, awake and half dressed, The fainted glow of the night bulb keeps you,  Up till the crack of dawn, And it will do so, Till the bulb dies to the fuse, Till you find the midnight's muse.

Don't take tension of these scars, One day they'll turn into shining stars. They travel to and fro to you,  Showing what life is and what it can be, just for you. They teach you the lessons of precaution And that life is not a cushion. There are ups and downs, smiles and frowns, But don't let these scars penetrate, Act up before it's too late.

The change in the weather, people becoming as unpredictable as falling of feather. One has to move with the moving time, no matter how hard it is or even strange, Adopt the changing time or time might change for you.

If you keep the stick too high,  Its ashes will prematurely fly. If you keep it too low,  It will die even by a gentle blow. If you keep it stable, It'll last as long as it's abled.

Working in the fields of Gujarat, he learned to become a man of real steel, Crores he could have earned but chose to earn a crore million hearts, Just like a soldier, his duty took all his heed, Patriotic at heart, never did he let his country part, Though he lived a life of simplicity, He did not even spare impossibility to be left untamed.

It's my choice, who I want to be. It is me who knows what it's reflection likes. The mind in my body is aware of what the soul craves for. It is for me to decide who I am, not you or anyone. Just like the caterpillar fought the killing walls and turned into something magnificiant, it's within me; the power to decide my destiny. And no one shall take it away from me.

Boundaries; the limits that you are bound to, Some have been set for you,  Others are the ones you set for yourself. They are the borders that stop two nations for celebrating brotherhood, The fence that separates two lovers on the other side of the midnight, The limit that checks the creativity of a participant, There are flames of ego that bind you from admitting your mistake, The ones in the school that keep you from running wild, There are so many boundaries, positive and negative ones, but a determined mind knows none.      

The journey of life is only interesting when there are colours to fill and colours to enjoy. Some colours are temporary and some are permanent, but you can never enjoy them forever. For even the permanent ones fade. These colours are the little things that bring joy in your life, enjoy them. Don't worry about the future, it isn't now. Stop over thinking about yesterday, it's already in the history. 'Now' is the upcoming mystery, burst the mysterious, colourful bubbles that are eager to create a rainbow in your sky.

Life has a surprise for everyone, sometimes it might be sad, happy, crazy and mad even. The sad surprises do not mean that life is playing badly with you. It is the indication that happiness somewhere around the corner. If sadness did not exist, how would have you discovered happiness? Just don't give up easily, sadness is just a phase of life, it will pass. Stay strong and do your best.