LONELINESS
Stranded in one corner singly,
face plummeted into the pillow,
I realize the world no more a lively place,
engraved by loneliness, i ask myself a question,
can the world be little more my own?,
dead and decomposed are my emotions ,
seamlessly howling within myself, need the strength to cope,
double standards of peeps,
I am alone in the crowd,
A crowd of few or of millions,
Companionship is what I lack,
Crying lying on the bed of emptiness,
May be I am cheery on the face,
Nobody sees my crying heart,
Nobody sees my frail wet eyes,
Nobody sees my arms longing for a hug,
Nobody sees my only desire,
Is there anybody to call me their,
Is their anybody ??
-Supreet Singh Sodhi,
Jammu.
HUG OF NATURE
Sitting aside a sill in your dwelling room,
where tiny droplets smote hard on face
Accompanied by cool breezes chilling your attitude
That’s what probably termed ‘Heavenly hug of Nature.’
Nature never did betray the heart that loved her;
Droplets plying down urging sapiens,
Endorse this phenomenon of being down to earth
After tranquility supports politeness..
Breezes blowing gently giving away a directive
Bridging the gaps honed of breakdowns
Gulfs which don’t get filled of hefty packages
Pleads you to move smooth with monotony
As the forte’ not possessed by all…
Kamalpreet Singh
GHPS Jammu
MUTILATION
I remember the glory pristine
The day I was born
In the deep dense dikes
Among those blasting Darwinian tag
With thoughts robed in numb
rationality
For an endless journey on
the sphere
Teeming with trembling spirit of life
I was proud of my birth
Joy I found everywhere
Days months years sped by
My admirers then found a circle
That gave a fatal twist to the sphere
They cut her hair
They trod lofty heads of her sons
They deflowered her daughters
Bruises and wounds inflicted
Strange forces beat her body
Her modesty gone
Shaken with avarice
Now we feel ashamed at being born
We have seen heaps of changes
Smoke and deafening noises
Our proud glory dragged into oblivion
We mock at their sagacity
Gold bartered for base metals
We stand choked under the load of skulls
Old and new both insignificant
Can we foretell what they fail to see?
Prof S A Ganai
GDC Ramban
OH WHAT JOY IT IS
To have a friend like you…
For giving me strength
The way you do…
For lifting me up
When i am feeling down…
And putting a smile on my face
When i am wearing a frown…
Thanks for being there
And helping me to grow…
Your friendship means a lot
This i would like you to know….
Rimjhim Kalsotra
Udhampur
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