inner voice

Pure Bliss !!

In our life , a lot of relations we cherish
Some bonds can never perish
We celebrate them every now and then
They are sourness’ and sweetness’ blend
Such a relation is of siblings
More entertaining than reading Kipling
Doesn’t matter how much they fight
Still manages to make each other’s mood light
They behave as temper is to phone
Never let each other feel alone
Not so expressive in their emotions
To explore world together, they’ve new notions
In every situation you will find them beside
Most of the times, their feelings they hide
Together they’ve fun , quarrel , grow and play
Sometimes they behave so sticky as clay
When you feel as if standing all alone
Friends were just confined to phone
They prove their love for you
They add to your life bright hues
No bond is more beautiful and cute than this
In short , having siblings is a pure bliss !!
Shiv Shakti Sunaina
Miran Sahib , Jammu




I only have a picture of yours now,
A frozen piece of time,
To remind me of how it was,
When you were here
I still remember how we used to
Taunt, gold digger kind of girls
Each morning and evening in school ,
I talk to you, endlessly about the gossips
How much I miss you being here,
I really cannot say,
The ache is deep inside my heart,
And it never goes away.
I hear it mentioned often,
That time will heal the pain,
But if I’m being honest,
I hope it will remain always
I cannot forget you , Syed
Why did you go away?
The angels came and took you,
That really wasn’t fair,
They took my one and only best friend,
If only they had asked me,
If I would take your place,
I would have done so willingly,
Leaving you this world to grace.
I hope you’re watching from above,
At the daily tasks I do,
And let there be no doubt at all,
I really do miss you Shooo much ,
You are gone away from my sight but
You will always stay in our heart
Saria Balla Near



She weeps, she cries,
She sweeps, she tries
She tries to get a smile,
As it’s been a while.
They pretend,
That they don’t notice
And they depend
Her heart burns with anger,
She wishes she were stronger
But the men have the ‘power’
She’s depressed, she feels bad,
She’s stressed, she feels bad,
Because they don’t care,
Leave her alone to face her fears.
She sits by the mirror,
Staring at her tears
She wishes someone had given her a warning,
So she could bear the pain.
But when she wakes in the morning.
They all walk away with vain
She cries, as they can’t understand her pain,
As they aren’t going through it.
They’re just happy and vain,
But she wishes that they’d do their bit.
Sanvi Rajput