You sow seeds of your life,

By your own self.

You wish that they survive,

Without others' help.


You put some water of affection,

And desire for a vibrant leaves collection.

You anticipate it show the true inner reflection.


You wish the plant to grow soon,

It peaks out and sees the brutality.

You take care of it in the blazing afternoon,

So that it doesn't adapts to the causality.


You wish it to grow into a sturdy brawny tree,

Which gives fruits and blooms flowers,

Which can be set free,

And is full of vie and power.


Once it's usual to the surroundings,

People come and go.

And say bad words cursily

The tree- it's morals go low.


The imaginations and expectations

All are failed.

Full of scars and suctions

You now sailed.

Back to - from where you came.

No guilt, no regret, no shame.

You think to earn more fame,

Making your life truly lame.


The tree without you died,

Because it had no hope.

Are you still capable to say "it's mine"

It is long gone.

Like a star in the daylight

Unseen but burning bright.

Like a hibernated bear in it's cave

You don't know the existence hence stand brave.


For the birds also chirp

In front of the sea's enormous burp.

For the Nats also build home

Sadly smashed when you walk or Rome.


Like a fire inside for doing right

The things that bothered when lacked might.

Like inside a prison cell as a slave

For freedom you shall forever crave.


For the spirits inside can hide sometimes

But to ignite them, enough is this rhyme

For now you should get up as I did

Remember not to be your own culprit.

After the day is over

And the thrush begins lullabies.

I need to escape from this tiredness

By going into sweet delight.

Softly like heaven's fleece

Those eyelids close in thought.

I'm in a state so easily forgettable

Yet one that I like the most.

DISAPPOINTMENT AND FAILURE: are life's part

Today the sky seemed a little darker,
And the night scary.
For now, I am a proven loser
Because I couldn't do something that easy.

I sink in my deep ocean of disappointment,
With head and spirits down.
For now, My failure has given me contentment
Of trying again and returning with a frown.

I know I must not give up
Because it is a part of life.
I must prepare myself for a long jump,
My soul gave me this advice.

I need an upgrade,
So that I can try again.
This is the esse's trade
Accept this with nerve or disdain.

At midnight of this unearthly day
There were screams, howlers and yells,
Coming from a fishy corner in the house
Loud claps and clinging bells.

They appear in the shadows
Monstrous, creepy yet small
With necks narrow
And eyes big as ball

A cake kept in the middle of the hall
Tall as my height and wobbly as the knight bus
With wierd decorations
And icing that looked suspicious

In the drink glasses, something scarlet and purple was being poured
with popping bubbles and silver steam
And for starters,
There were toad bones and ostrich cream!

Few wore sandy robes
With their maroon skin
And the green mob wore tea towels
Picked up from a bin

Later in the birthday party,
They started knocking each other
Which looked like a game in popularity
Blithesome, hair-raising, gate crashing, altogether!

The goblins and their very customs
They were following with devotion
But who's birthday was it?
I couldn't get this notion

Well, goodnight! The Birthday Goblin
I better not come near,
As you look quaintest and goggle-eyed too
For the condition is not the same here.

A cup of coffee
And a book in my hands
Held open to read and relax
I make the space a little cosy
So that, I can imagine and trace
What the author has to say

The light is still on
And I am excitedly awake
To learn experiences
by Flipping pages
I have no idea
how more books it will take
To motivate me to write
And put together different stages

I know and have already realised
There is a lot of power in ink
According to what authors write
Few are awarded and others are criticized

I wish to write one day
Something that shakes the world
Luminary, aspiring and encouraging
Thoughts of all, together what holds

I tell myself
"Pick Up the Pen"
And start by writing a phrase
Write one and you will gradually write ten
And the trick goes this way

I am young but have a dream
To inspire one and all
I want to pen down
The deepest truths of life
Existing on this mega ball

Through what I write
I want to tell all
"Pick up the pen"
Ink down what you feel is right
Something that has your thoughts

Imperfection will come your way
But when practice runs-a-bout
Stick to it and stay
You will then be different from the crowd.

Written by- Vanshika Atri