When cold is intense and severe,
and air loaded with moisture is there
then at zero temperature
the water droplets freeze
and soft powdery stuff begins to fall
…..this is snowfall…..
This snow slowly covers the hills and adjoining space
When grass,shrubs hide beneath the white snowy sheet..
the beauty of the landscape becomes a visual treat…
and when the mountain range looks like a snowy wall………its due to snowfall….
When the hills and peaks form a wintery snowy wonderland….
When the snowclad tall conifers and deodars look so grand….
When kids enjoy making snowman
and play with snow balls….
this is only due to snowfall…….the lovely enchanting snowfall………..
Sunil Dubey
Sainik Colony, Jammu
“Honouring the Woman Within”
You are a woman,
Not a palanquin meant to carry the weight of the world.
You feel, you break, you rise—
And yes, you get upset
When the boundaries you set are crossed, not respected.
You are believed only after you prove,
Your truth put on trial, again and again.
You are called divine when untouched,
Yet questioned the moment you choose your own path.
You are incredible when always available,
Applauded for sacrifice, not for self.
But when you ask why,
Silence turns sharp,
And your voice is labelled trouble.
You are cursed for wanting love,
Called unethical for desiring warmth.
Bossy when you draw a line,
Indifferent when you say no.
Still—
You stand.
You breathe.
You awaken.
So ask yourself, gently but boldly:
Whom do you live for?
For the echoes of others’ comfort,
Or for the truth beating within your own heart?
Choose yourself.
Not in rebellion,
But in reverence.
For a woman who honors herself
Teaches the world how to treat her.
Manisha Sharma
Jammu
Peace: A Rumour!
Peace is just said but not lived
Said, just to keep the noise from asking questions
Peace is a rumour and not soft
But chaos is real
Another war, another zone
Evening homes are like quiet cages
Dinners served with tired faces
Several several questions knock, but lose the fight
Peace prefers a silent sky
The head seems like a battlefield
Again stuck between what ifs
Thoughts collide till sleep arrives
A ceasefire just to stay alive
Tommorow waits, with same mask, same role
Peace maintained at cost of soul
I feel peace survives because we Choose
Not to see what it consumes
Bhumika Lakhotra
Miran Sahib
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