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pragya santani
Dec 2013
It was in the end of September,
The kashmir trip i still remember,
The thought of going to the heaven on earth made me feel so excited,
I was happy and delighted,
Our eyes filled with enthusiasm and hope,
And to kashmir we wanted to lope,
Just the twelve of us,
There wouldn't be any ruckus or fuss,
We were accompanied by ma'am Handa and Mr. Pandey,
We enjoyed everything from gondola rides to our house boat stay,
We went to places like Sonamarg and Pahalgam,
We'd get tired reach the hotel and apply Jhandu balm,
We enjoyed all our horse rides,
We were accompanied by well-versed guides,
We always managed to take out time for shopping,
From shop to shop we went hopping,
Kashmiri kawah and authentic Kashmiri food for almost every meal,
Would make the tiredness for long distance walking heal,
A Kashmiri wedding is also what we attended,
For back and forth rides on shikara we depended,
Oh! But to sum up I have to say,
In kashmir we loved it each and everyday.
The kashmir trip i still remember,
The thought of going to the heaven on earth made me feel so excited,
I was happy and delighted,
Our eyes filled with enthusiasm and hope,
And to kashmir we wanted to lope,
Just the twelve of us,
There wouldn't be any ruckus or fuss,
We were accompanied by ma'am Handa and Mr. Pandey,
We enjoyed everything from gondola rides to our house boat stay,
We went to places like Sonamarg and Pahalgam,
We'd get tired reach the hotel and apply Jhandu balm,
We enjoyed all our horse rides,
We were accompanied by well-versed guides,
We always managed to take out time for shopping,
From shop to shop we went hopping,
Kashmiri kawah and authentic Kashmiri food for almost every meal,
Would make the tiredness for long distance walking heal,
A Kashmiri wedding is also what we attended,
For back and forth rides on shikara we depended,
Oh! But to sum up I have to say,
In kashmir we loved it each and everyday.
Ps- this was written in October.
Chris Smith Dark Poet Soul
Jan 2013
Let Heaven look after her
Her last moments were in Hell
A beautiful woman taken
A victim of brutality
Thrown from a moving bus
Left out in the cold to die
A friend feels the pain
He loved you but was powerless
His soul is crying for you
A family lost someone special
She was a daughter, a sister
Hear her father in agony
The World stood still that day
The shock remains for all time
You still had so much to give
So very much to live for
In silence the World prays
Rivers of tears fall for you
Her last moments were in Hell
A beautiful woman taken
A victim of brutality
Thrown from a moving bus
Left out in the cold to die
A friend feels the pain
He loved you but was powerless
His soul is crying for you
A family lost someone special
She was a daughter, a sister
Hear her father in agony
The World stood still that day
The shock remains for all time
You still had so much to give
So very much to live for
In silence the World prays
Rivers of tears fall for you
ANUSHKA PANDEY May 2020
\book/• ~ anushka pandey✒️
ANUSHKA PANDEY
May 2020
new, unused; you picked me up
from quite a few parched with dust over them
excited you were so was I to be selected after all.
picture of me clicked, lights on and a perfect setup,
you and me only with a cup of chai and not so bright lights.
love thrill and excitement,
the first chapter had it all,
you read it and loved it,
like never before.
with the passing chapters the story slowed down,
so did your reading speed,
started forcing yourself, with tired face and sleepy eyes
struggled just to move forward,a bit more, a page more, a chapter more. maybe you should have Let me go at that moment,
but decided to hold.
never did you forget to take out time for me,
I have seen you crying smiling clinching to your pillow like a kid,
also while reading when that pink blush slid. soon the story paced up again, there were ups Lows and heartbreaks,
and you were sailing through them all,
along with me.
I was about to get over,
we were about to end,
you wanted me to be longer but the plot didn’t allow,
you finished reading,
you competed with me and you freed me,
that was how I wanted it to end.
now I am free I promise to be with you,
through your lows and highs and smiles and cries,
that’s why it’s always said,
it all starts with a good book.
from quite a few parched with dust over them
excited you were so was I to be selected after all.
picture of me clicked, lights on and a perfect setup,
you and me only with a cup of chai and not so bright lights.
love thrill and excitement,
the first chapter had it all,
you read it and loved it,
like never before.
with the passing chapters the story slowed down,
so did your reading speed,
started forcing yourself, with tired face and sleepy eyes
struggled just to move forward,a bit more, a page more, a chapter more. maybe you should have Let me go at that moment,
but decided to hold.
never did you forget to take out time for me,
I have seen you crying smiling clinching to your pillow like a kid,
also while reading when that pink blush slid. soon the story paced up again, there were ups Lows and heartbreaks,
and you were sailing through them all,
along with me.
I was about to get over,
we were about to end,
you wanted me to be longer but the plot didn’t allow,
you finished reading,
you competed with me and you freed me,
that was how I wanted it to end.
now I am free I promise to be with you,
through your lows and highs and smiles and cries,
that’s why it’s always said,
it all starts with a good book.