Solace in words

Living in a world that has never heard of wars, Looking at the clear azure; Full of shiny stars, No smoke that pollutes; The air and the mind of young recruits, No corrupt soul in sight, The future is bright, As there arre bright smiles, Positivity that radiates through miles, Far as your vision can go, There's only harmony and tranquility ; Egalitarianism applies for every fellow, Each action filled with gracility, And while this might seem like an ostentatious tale, It'd completely make sense if life was a fairytale.

Life is a tricky journey, It moves according to its pace, Adamant to win its own race, But be careful in choosing your track, Don’t   let your soul crack, There are many millionaires in this world, But you, are the only you   in this world, Never let your uniqueness be driven away, Just because of some puppets who want it their way, You are all in all,   Your success and downfall, Have taught those chapters to you, No inked textbook can, You have the power no one holds, You can decide what the future holds, As precious are ambitions and success, So are you.

Just a brief encounter with rain, Can throw your stiffness down the drain. Reminiscing all the childhood memories; Of dancing in the rain, Making merries; Sailing paperboats into the wild storm, While the youth prefers staying in their dorm; Reading their favourite classics, Or indulging in gaming graphics, Monsoon has come, Many try saving themselves by making a run, However some love feeling the rain; Their favourite antic being  muddy splash; Savouring the moments with a flash, Some love celebrating rain with fritters and tea, Or just love the taste of coffee, Sitting by the window pane, Watching the silver beads roll down; Enjoying the rain, The musicians love the song of rain, Listening to the soft pitter patter; Again and again, Some love getting cozy under the blankets, While artists find their muse; And make themselves busy with their pallates, Monsoon has come yet again Making many rejoice, Some just get wet in the rain; While many love f...

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.