Solace in words

Packing boxes full of memories, Some of sentiments, some of glories, The time has come, To find a new home, To go on adventures, To seek new ventures, To search for a new family, Someone to laugh and cry with, Someone to hug tightly, To decorate new walls, To get familiar with new halls, It's time to bid adieu, To start with all things new.

Things just don't happen; There are a series of events that Get baked together to make it happen, Whether it's the choices one makes, Or giving away whatever it takes, It's the power within you, To decide your life's hue, You are accountable for what you do, Whether noble or out of the blue, It's you and only you, All the way down, Your smile and frown, No one else to blame, You're the only master of your game

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.