THE TREE IN COURTYARD

That Green tree in the courtyard

Slowly and slowly losing it’s glory

The father..!!!

Who was as strong as a rock,

Slowly and slowly, is losing his memory.

Lay lakhs of layers of whitewash on the walls.

But due to the dampness of time

The color of the house..

is starting to fade.

Growing age cannot be hidden with smile

The shortness of breath

Has started to evade.

The Drawing room of the house...

Used to be bustling till late at night.

The news of the world,

The stories of might.

Now there is a long silence in the empty room..

Away from the sofas,

Now time is passing on the bed.

The shortcomings of body

has begun to shed.

Four rotis in the plate.

And a bowl of rice.

Jagdish Raj

Senior Manager PNB

In shadows deep

In shadows deep, I find my place,

A hollow echo, empty space.

The world moves on, a breath, a sigh,

Yet here I linger, wondering why.

The dawn that breaks holds no delight,

Its colors pale, devoid of light.

The songs once sweet now barely play,

They fade to silence, slip away.

The paths I walked have overgrown,

With thorns and weeds I've never known.

Each step a weight, each breath a fight,

The day drags on, as does the night.

Dreams I held drift like sand,

Lost to the tides, pulled from my hand.

No stars above, no light to give,

Just empty skies where shadows live.

But maybe here, in dark's embrace,

I'll come to know a gentler grace.

A whispered truth, a subtle tone,

Perhaps in stillness, I'm not alone.

Shiv Shakti Sunaina

Miran Sahib, Jammu

I YEARN FOR...

The first sight of the daughter

Make me fall for her

Fragrance of my grandpa's sweat in his fields

The free flights of bluebottles

The sauntering of flemingoes

The sparkle of snow clad mountains

The manoeuvering on the mountains by an ibex

The leap of a gazelle

A shower of moonlight

Joginder Paul Singh Minia

Mishriwala, Jammu