Baskadia

MOTHER

Poem - MOTHER By - Ansh Pratap Singh (Auradeus)

Poem: Freedom

Freedom Lonely as wind, soft as clouds I am alone in this world Waiting for someone to accompany me But no one is coming Everybody is selfish and emotionless Now I am tired And the wait is over The doors of my heart have been closed Now I want to be free Fly in the air like birds Free from all the worries Wandering here and there No grudge, no hate Only peace and freedom The only thing that I want Is to be free, free, and free! Written By : Rosheen Shoaib

POEM

Human Life is so Ephemeral,... Every man should live Life to the Fullest, doing the right thing.

New Halls of Knowledge

In the halls of knowledge, fresh and bright, A brand-new chapter I unfold with pure delight. I begin on a journey, full of dreams, Glad to meet new set of teams. In classrooms' embrace, we learn and inspire, Igniting passions, sets our hearts on fire. Now, let us revel on this vibrant odyssey, To live a life both blessed and socially. Our circle of friends grow wider every day, Endless laughter and joy seem to pave our way. Morning classroom chats, hiding under the sun, These are moments that ca

Think of Me

Remember me as a pen in your hand— You hold so I can stand, You guide me so I can walk; Persistent in letters and talk. Think of me as a tree— I grow as I stay with thee, To bear much fruit for you and me, I'll be still and be so merry. Imagine me as a bed— Lie in me if you're tired, A good sleep is all you need In you I'm perfectly suited. Meditate me as a waterfall— Consistently flowing but peaceful, Much relaxing and so cool, A company with you so meaningful.

1. "The Road Not Taken" by Robert Frost: The poem presents a speaker who comes across a fork in the

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way lea

Poem

Sunset's glow, a sight to see A sky ablaze, a symphony Of colors, warm and bright Fading into the night Clouds of pink and orange hues Majestic beauty, nature's muse The world below in soft repose As daylight fades, so it goes A moment captured, brief but true A fleeting beauty, renewed anew In memories and in the heart A work of art, never to depart

"Beloved Mother: The Eternal Flame of Love"

In the realm of love, a celestial presence, A beacon of warmth and unwavering essence. She is a mother, beyond mere mortal ties, A symphony of grace that never dies. Her gentle touch, a soothing balm, Calming storms, bringing tranquil calm. With eyes that hold a universe of care, She embraces all burdens, willing to bear. Her voice, a melody, soft and serene, Whispering wisdom, a lullaby unseen. In her embrace, fears find their release, A sanctuary of love, a shelter of peace. She nurtures dream

Sad

Sadness is a heavy rain cloud; That hangs over me all day It's so hard to express out loud; The sorrow that comes my way. I'm so easily weighed down; By each thought and emotion My eyes brim with sadness; My heart is a dark ocean. It's hard to feel the warmth; When I'm surrounded by cold I try to find the strength to rise; But it's a weighted hold I give in to sadness; And let the loneliness consume I'm desperately seeking happiness; But it's become such a huge gloom. The sadness never fully lif

Happiness is a Choice

Happiness is a choice, A decision we make each day, To embrace the joy within us, And let our worries fade away. It's not found in wealth or power, Or the things that we possess, But in the moments that we treasure, And the people that we bless. It's the laughter of children playing, The warmth of the sun on our skin, It's the love that we give and receive, And the peace that we find within. Happiness is a journey, Not a destination to reach, It's a state of mind and heart, That we can always ch

Trust

Innocent until proven guilty, Things said can stay unruled, Rely on trust, more than you'd think, Or it's lonely, sad, and bleak. Trust follows you, it's your light Keeping doubts at bay at night. No matter what you're here to do, Trust will always pull you through. It's a backbone, a comrade Leading the way, less afraid, Trust tests the depths of our faith, Struggles, but never too late. Believe in others and be, Loyal, honest, and free. A heavy bag for never seen, But there's strength in trust

Trapped in Helplessness

A feeling of powerlessness, A sense of being trapped, The weight of the world on your shoulders, And no way to adapt. You try to break free, But the chains are too strong, You scream for help, But no one comes along. Lost in a sea of despair, With no hope in sight, You struggle and fight, But it's a losing fight. Helplessness consumes you, It's all that you know, And in the end, you realize, You're never letting go.

Rat Race

Better days are promised, but knowing we'll wake to a life full of pain, sleep eludes us. So on our beds we wrestle with sleep. Thus, we suit up hoping to go through the day without peril, in our quest to find cheeseless bread. Yet with our heads up we don't give up in this rat race, because, in these shoes we won't find protection at all cost. - TOVoM

"A Love's Embrace on Roses' Road."

In a world adorned with blooms of grace, Where love's embrace finds its embrace, Through sunlit skies and moonlit nights, A tale unfolds of love's delights.

`Tonight

Used by permission of W.W. Norton & Company, Inc. Source: Call Me Ishmael Tonight:

Poem "Unyielding vines to me ivy"

Through trials fierce, I've learned to stand, A resolute vine in life's demanding land, With leaves of strength, I faced the storm, My spirit steadfast, forever warm. From humble roots, my journey grew, Embracing challenges, old and new, Through darkest nights, I faced my fears, And watered dreams with heartfelt tears.

Homesick

See the casting of the night How the confused coil flaunts its stars🌙 Well, it gives an excuse to sad hearts I stare at the light of each one Maybe my eyes shine like a star Maybe in the blink of an eye, our hearts were patched together Tonight is an endless night Dawn is missing and crowing of roosters is sleeping We are drowning in silence and suffocation My heart is tight❤️‍🩹 He has no choice but to hit bones silently and walks in fantasies

For My Thoughtful Ocean

An ocean is beautiful

SATURDAY

A narrative poem of how my Saturday-morning went

Beauty

This is the 2nd Poem I have ever written. Same age as I wrote 'Life As A Poet.' So I'd have been 13 or 14 when I wrote this.