Snowfall

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