Let this, for you, be poetry…..

When pens and quills have all grown cold
take autumnโ€™s glades of gleaming gold,
where fragrant fires and balmy breeze
do burn and breathe through trembling trees;
let this, for you, be poetry.

While lovers โ€˜neath the pearly moon
still sigh and sing and sweetly swoon,
with lips, that laugh and love and tease;
when beauty breathes from hearts like these;
let this, for you, be poetry.

When swifts and swallows swoop in spring
and skylarks soar aloft to sing,
while sun sets silent off the shore
and sea does seethe and rave and roar;
let this, for you, be poetry.

One day, when all the poets die
and in their graves the poets lie,
upon the heath, go fill your arms,
with honeysuckleโ€™s tender charms;
let this, for you, be poetry.

~ Sahil Lakhmani

Sing Me To Sleep

~Neha Lekhak

๐‘บ๐’๐’Ž๐’†๐’•๐’Š๐’Ž๐’†๐’” ๐‘ฐ ๐’”๐’๐’†๐’†๐’‘ ๐’˜๐’Š๐’•๐’‰ ๐’‚ ๐’‰๐’†๐’‚๐’—๐’š ๐’‰๐’†๐’‚๐’“๐’•
๐‘ถ๐’—๐’†๐’“๐’‘๐’๐’˜๐’†๐’“๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’Ž๐’š ๐’‘๐’“๐’๐’˜๐’†๐’”๐’” ๐’๐’‡ ๐’๐’˜๐’๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’๐’๐’†

๐‘ซ๐’‚๐’š ๐’…๐’“๐’†๐’‚๐’Ž๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’Š๐’ ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’Ž๐’Š๐’…๐’…๐’๐’† ๐’๐’‡ ๐’๐’Š๐’ˆ๐’‰๐’•
๐‘พ๐’‰๐’Š๐’๐’† ๐’Ž๐’š ๐’”๐’๐’†๐’†๐’‘ ๐’’๐’–๐’Š๐’†๐’•๐’๐’š ๐’†๐’๐’๐’‘๐’†๐’” ๐’Ž๐’š ๐’†๐’š๐’†๐’”

๐‘บ๐’†๐’†๐’Œ๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’ƒ๐’“๐’Š๐’ˆ๐’‰๐’• ๐’”๐’Š๐’…๐’† ๐’๐’‡ ๐’๐’Š๐’‡๐’†
๐‘ฐ ๐’ƒ๐’–๐’Š๐’๐’… ๐’„๐’‚๐’”๐’•๐’๐’†๐’” ๐’Š๐’ ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’‚๐’Š๐’“

๐‘ด๐’š ๐’‰๐’๐’‘๐’† ๐’๐’๐’—๐’†๐’” ๐’Ž๐’† ๐’‚๐’“๐’…๐’†๐’๐’•๐’๐’š, ๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’“๐’† ๐’Š๐’” ๐’๐’ ๐’…๐’๐’–๐’ƒ๐’•...
๐’‰๐’๐’˜๐’†๐’—๐’†๐’“, ๐’Š๐’• ๐’Ž๐’Š๐’ˆ๐’‰๐’• ๐’ƒ๐’† ๐’†๐’™๐’‘๐’๐’‚๐’Š๐’๐’†๐’… 

๐‘ฝ๐’Š๐’”๐’–๐’‚๐’๐’Š๐’›๐’†๐’… ๐’Ž๐’š ๐‘ฎ๐’‚๐’“๐’…๐’†๐’ ๐’๐’‡ ๐‘ฌ๐’…๐’†๐’
๐‘จ ๐‘ผ๐’•๐’๐’‘๐’Š๐’‚, ๐’Ž๐’š ๐’‘๐’“๐’๐’Ž๐’Š๐’”๐’†๐’… ๐’๐’‚๐’๐’… 

๐‘ฐ๐’• ๐’‰๐’‚๐’” ๐’ƒ๐’†๐’†๐’ ๐’•๐’“๐’–๐’๐’š ๐’Š๐’๐’”๐’๐’Ž๐’๐’Š๐’‚๐’„ ๐’‡๐’“๐’๐’Ž ๐’๐’‚๐’”๐’• ๐’•๐’‰๐’“๐’†๐’† ๐’‰๐’๐’–๐’“๐’” 
๐‘จ๐’๐’… ๐‘ฐ'๐’… ๐’‡๐’‚๐’๐’„๐’š ๐’”๐’๐’Ž๐’† ๐’”๐’๐’†๐’†๐’‘, ๐’๐’๐’„๐’†, ๐’‡๐’๐’“ ๐’‚ ๐’„๐’‰๐’‚๐’๐’ˆ๐’†โ€ฆ

๐‘จ ๐’Ž๐’†๐’๐’•๐’‚๐’ ๐’Ž๐’†๐’†๐’•๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’˜๐’Š๐’•๐’‰ ๐’๐’๐’… ๐’‡๐’“๐’Š๐’†๐’๐’…๐’” 
๐‘ป๐’‰๐’Š๐’” ๐’„๐’†๐’“๐’†๐’ƒ๐’“๐’‚๐’ ๐’ˆ๐’“๐’†๐’†๐’…๐’š ๐’ˆ๐’๐’–๐’•๐’•๐’๐’ 
"๐‘ฐ๐’”๐’'๐’• ๐’Š๐’• ๐’‚ ๐’‡๐’๐’๐’'๐’” ๐’‘๐’‚๐’“๐’‚๐’…๐’Š๐’”๐’† ๐’š๐’†๐’•?", ๐’Ž๐’š ๐’†๐’š๐’†๐’”, ๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’š ๐’”๐’‚๐’š, ๐’‚๐’” ๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’š ๐’”๐’•๐’“๐’–๐’ˆ๐’ˆ๐’๐’† 

๐‘จ๐’๐’˜๐’‚๐’š๐’” ๐’‚ ๐’๐’Š๐’ˆ๐’‰๐’• ๐’‚๐’• ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’†๐’๐’… ๐’๐’‡ ๐’•๐’–๐’๐’๐’†๐’, ๐‘ฐ ๐’„๐’๐’๐’”๐’๐’๐’† ๐’Ž๐’š๐’”๐’†๐’๐’‡
๐‘ฐ๐’‡ ๐‘ฐ ๐’„๐’๐’–๐’๐’… ๐’…๐’ ๐’Š๐’• ๐’˜๐’Š๐’•๐’‰๐’๐’–๐’• ๐’•๐’‰๐’‚๐’•, ๐‘ฐ'๐’… ๐’ƒ๐’† ๐’‚ ๐’Ž๐’‚๐’ˆ๐’Š๐’„๐’Š๐’‚๐’ ๐’˜๐’Š๐’•๐’‰๐’๐’–๐’• ๐’•๐’“๐’๐’–๐’ƒ๐’๐’†

๐‘ด๐’š ๐’‡๐’‚๐’Š๐’•๐’‰ ๐’„๐’๐’๐’”๐’‘๐’Š๐’“๐’†๐’” ๐’•๐’ ๐’”๐’•๐’†๐’‚๐’
๐‘ป๐’‰๐’๐’”๐’† ๐’‡๐’๐’“๐’•๐’Š๐’‡๐’š๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’‡๐’๐’“๐’•๐’š ๐’˜๐’Š๐’๐’Œ๐’”, ๐’ƒ๐’–๐’• ๐’Š๐’•'๐’” ๐’‘๐’๐’”๐’”๐’Š๐’ƒ๐’๐’†
"๐‘บ๐’–๐’‘๐’‘๐’๐’”๐’† ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’˜๐’†๐’“๐’†, ๐’”๐’–๐’‘๐’‘๐’๐’”๐’† ๐‘ฐ ๐’˜๐’‚๐’”", ๐’‚๐’๐’ ๐’Ž๐’š ๐’”๐’†๐’๐’”๐’†๐’” ๐’ˆ๐’‚๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’“...
๐’Š๐’ ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’ƒ๐’‚๐’“๐’, ๐’˜๐’Š๐’•๐’‰ ๐’š๐’†๐’• ๐’‚๐’๐’๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’“ ๐’„๐’‰๐’“๐’๐’๐’Š๐’„๐’๐’†

"๐‘ช๐’๐’–๐’๐’… ๐’˜๐’† ๐’๐’๐’• ๐’‡๐’‚๐’๐’ ๐’‚๐’”๐’๐’†๐’†๐’‘ ๐’Š๐’ ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’‘๐’†๐’‚๐’„๐’†๐’‡๐’–๐’๐’๐’†๐’”๐’” ๐’๐’‡ ๐’๐’–๐’“ ๐’„๐’‰๐’‚๐’”๐’•๐’† ๐’”๐’๐’–๐’?โ€œ, 
๐’Ž๐’š ๐’†๐’š๐’†๐’๐’Š๐’…๐’” ๐’Ž๐’–๐’“๐’Ž๐’–๐’“ ๐’˜๐’Š๐’•๐’‰ ๐’†๐’‚๐’„๐’‰ ๐’๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’“
๐‘พ๐’† ๐’‚๐’“๐’† ๐’‚๐’๐’ ๐’˜๐’‚๐’‡๐’•๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’•๐’ ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’‰๐’‚๐’—๐’†๐’ ๐’๐’‡ ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’”๐’†๐’“๐’†๐’๐’† ๐’”๐’๐’–๐’,
 ๐’Ž๐’š ๐’†๐’Ž๐’๐’•๐’Š๐’๐’๐’” ๐’”๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ, ๐’Š๐’ ๐’„๐’‰๐’๐’“๐’–๐’”, ๐’•๐’๐’ˆ๐’†๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’“ 

๐‘ป๐’‰๐’† ๐’Ž๐’๐’”๐’• ๐’‚๐’ˆ๐’“๐’†๐’†๐’‚๐’ƒ๐’๐’† ๐’‰๐’†๐’‚๐’“๐’• ๐’•๐’ ๐’Ž๐’† ๐’๐’๐’˜ ๐’Š๐’” ๐’Ž๐’š ๐’๐’˜๐’
๐‘ฐ ๐’„๐’๐’๐’„๐’–๐’“, ๐’‚๐’” ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’๐’Š๐’ˆ๐’‰๐’• ๐’…๐’“๐’Š๐’‡๐’•๐’” ๐’‚๐’‘๐’‚๐’“๐’•

"๐‘ป๐’˜๐’ ๐’•๐’‰๐’๐’–๐’”๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’‡๐’๐’–๐’“", ๐’‚๐’” ๐‘ฐ ๐’„๐’๐’–๐’๐’• ๐’‚๐’๐’๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’“ ๐’š๐’‚๐’˜๐’.

To those left behind

~Siddharth Singh

To those who think that the leaves have fallen
To those who think that the crown has been stolen
To those who think that their time has run out
To those who think that there’s nothing but doubts
To those who think that there’s no one for them
To those who think that they’ve drained all their strength
To those who think that this is where life ends
To those who think ‘Dont lose hope’ is another false statement
To those who think that there’s no future ahead
To those who think that they’re better off dead
To those left behind who somehow lost their way
Reach for the light and get out of this cage Forget your past now and break all these chains
You are your saviour now start again
And when you feel lost and defied by this life
Remember two people are standing right by your side.