SUNDAY, December 1, 2013
My mother, my ideal
My mother is like a face,
She helps me to built the grace,
She always listens me patiently,
And then she tells me what I did wrong,
With her love and teaching form,
My mother solves all my riddles and troubles,
And I feel myself fortunate for being born as her son,
My mother has given me emotional support,
To feel the emotions and to make the goal,
Her love is great like the ocean for me,
And no-one can sell or buy with the help of money,
These are some of the reasons,
That how my mother has impacted my life,
And that is why,
I admire her as my ideal in my life…
Aaqid ul Islam
Christ School Poonch
Healing heartache
Sometimes all we need is someone to speak to
To share all the wrongs and rights that happened….
Doesn’t matter if we are rich or poor
Doesn’t matter if we are weak or strong
All we need is to let go off that wrong and share it with someone
Who serves the best shoulder !!
Is it her care or concern that still holds?
Which says this is just another test don’t let go it off !
Or is it our heartless brain that says
That you are still with us!!!!!!!!!!!!
Our heart still remembers the time you pampered us
And wonders if that the past will come again
Our brain on the other hand wishes if only..
If only we could re-live that moment and get pampered and loved
Why does the same road look different today !!
All those pictures, are not the same….
It used to bring a smile to my face
All it does now is roll tears down that same face
A sheer feeling of her brings a lump in my throat
It smothers all talk and breath
All we are felt with now is that same empty heart
Filled with all the memories that don’t let us go far off…
People say that we have to move on let time handle it
We did it… we also tried that…
We need you today
We want you tomorrow
And for the coming years
As long as we live
Just pamper, love and cherish us
The power, which drives us from within.
Ever night I rewind my past
Thinking dark and bright part of my life
I still remember that anonymous afternoon six months before
Every moment is near my eyes
Chain of memories is near my eyes
Chain of memories flushed in a queue
Never ending nor screwed too few
From lovely childhood days to hectic present
Every vengeance be made be sublime.
Please come to us, hold our hand
Feel the breath, take our stand
Kiss us, caress us, freeze the moment, stop the Time
We want to live the surge, forever, feeling fine, divine, sublime.
Peetu Tikoo Mattoo,
Muthi, Jammu
Knowing Tears
Tears have an erudite language
That mouth can’t speak
Tears are sometimes out come to rage,
Making the package lean and weak.
What causes tears is a question unseen,
But out of curiosity, it makes eyes soft and sheen.
For some it is a way to show emotion,
for some it is a weapon against known-unknown notion.
Tears share the atrocities of life.
Fears give the tear it’s strife.
Considered to be polemic of fragile,
Of tender and weak; Perhaps !
Even a heart as strong as diamond
Sheds a few during the phase of harsh monotony.
No one is strong enough to let it go,
Everyone is timid enough to let it show
At some instances that never go.
Tears add meaning to the sweet essence of life.
Had there been no tears,
There would have been no ally of life.
Aditi Magotra,
GCW Gandhi Nagar Jammu
Comrade
Flash of Thunder
Speak of turbulence
Cutting the heart a sunder
Dark shadow hovers
Shiny twilight under swoon
I lie bewildered
For the slight budge I long
Potential turn to incompetent throng
Amusement for the sight
I strive for my right
But time goes free
Like a wild tree
Twigs unveil to exposure
I straighten my inner fibre
In my enclosure
And a path I see
To my sunrise
A light it follows
Feast to my eyes
Road opens arms to intinity
And a comrade awaits called divinity.
Rakhi Dogra
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