Author: Shria Jindal

I know you can,
I know you will,
It’s just another obstacle,
Just another hill,
The shimmer of the twinkling stars,
And the rich vivid sky,
Would heal your scars,
And bring you closer to new highs,
Majestically the birds fly,
And swiftly the fish swim,
Ruminating on their flaws they do not sigh,
Because they are determined, bold and vim.
The lands are free
and the seas endless.
Just as you should be bright and boundless!
And all of this dauntless nature resides inside you.
Because if nature is your life, you are it’s dew.

Just beside the corner

Along the turn

Where the sidewalk bent

A narrow path

Of shadows, spaces and similarities

Shadows between spaces

Spaces with similarities

Similarities of differences

Walking-tracing imprint left of silhouettes

Faint trails filling straits of void

And short steps covering their lenghts

Just beside the corners

Where the sidewalk bent

A pave, rather weary

With leaves, life and imprints

Leaves of life

Life amongst imprints

Imprints with verve

Ambling-unearthing the beauty of the silhouttes

Vivid reflection bore rills of tranquility

Thus blest the bends ahead.

I am shoved under,
My opinion is shushed,
My soul, sundered.
Day after day, scorching my existence
Day after day, disdaining my resistants
Worldly affairs might burn me down
Turn me into ash and extol my breakdown but,
I am the PHOENIX and I’ll rise from the ground.
I am the PHOENIX and I’ll rise from the ground.

Amidst the rain
Amidst the thunder
There was a tiny weaver
Seeking to build itself a nest
Typical yet stood out the rest.
The tree swirled a million times
The twigs kept falling off the climb
Still determined.
That bird endured the bitter clime
It tried and tried until the nest held shape
And not for once did the bird even attempted an escape
What startled me the most was not the nest
It was average looking yet better than the rest
What startled me the most was the bird.
Its persistence its trivial and its pluck
And if that tiny weaver could brook such a hefty trap
What has made us handicapped?

There used to be a candle on my table

A seed of love planted deep in the heart
Its roots steadily seizing the entire part.

The first leaf arose with a new beat
Short, soft and sweet.

The first bud arrived with the first titter
Introducing to a being, as sparkly as glitter.

And as the bud bloomed, so did the soul
Begetting a new whole.

I was born this way
I was born of love
And you,
Were too.

Its promise enchants us

And assuages our sore hearts

For a yearn to seek solace

Asked, to catch hold of this place

We flit, to seize it

And, to its eternalness we submit.

Even after,

Having known its legacy

We often neglect its tendency

To not exist.

And anew the inevitable never

Triumphs over the non existent forever

Awake that night
I could hear my heart, beat
Awake that night
I could see my dreams, betide
Awake that night
I could feel my spirit, await

That night was what, I was.

Awake tonight
I can feel my heart’s, glee
Awake tonight
I can see my dream, become a reality
Awake tonight
I can hear my spirit’s, revelry

Tonight is what, I will be.

I am a piece of everything

A ray of sunshine on the first day of spring