Solace in words

There's a little panel for the world to peak in, A chance of mysteries and conspiracies to seep in, At times it shows classic walls of memories, While many scream a thousand untold stories, This little thing is someone's best friend, And a casemement through which many admire the outside world to no end, It has been picketed, shattered and what not, But has also shattered people by telling them things impossible in their thoughts, As clear as a mirror it may not be, But as interesting as an ancient wanderer's story it'll always be.

The atmosphere's tense, The competition is dense, It's all about the percentage, Regardless of the age, Bygone are those days; When exams were just a phase, Every sphere of a student's life is judged by its mugging up ability, Rather than the bright mind's logic or creativity, Knowledge is now measured by the capacity to mug up; How many books can one drink up, But not everyone can cope up, So many books wind one up, Students are loaded with so much of stress, As if their percentages would be there epitaphs.

It's okay to fall down sometimes; To lament over the hard times, It's not a crime to cry, But never be afraid to try; To fight back again; Without thinking about loss or gain, Fight for thee goal you have to reach, Keep working, life has a lot to teach, Many obstacles will come your way Life may even begin to sway, But stop not just yet, Nothing can stop you; No rules are set, You are the mastermind of your game, This entire lifetime is your chance to make your name, Do what your heart loves, Don't let anyone else's hands in your gloves, Don't let anyone tarnish your shine, Faith doesn't only lie in  a shrine, So fight back again; Without worrying about loss or gain.

The night is full of stars, And less of cars, However there's a special lot, Who loves travelling a lot, Maybe a wanderer, Or a curious gazer, Some like the night's eerie, Even when there's a lesser degree, While many search for answers to the mystery of life, Or simply love the calmness of a beehive, Some love ticking the time aloof, Or dancing in the dark like a goof, Many of them do dream, But only a few have the fulfilling gleam, Some find solace in words, And some stay awake weaving those words, Everyone's oblivious to what happens on the other side of midnight, Before its again broad daylight.

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.