Of all the things we made, Children are the loveliest With smiles, that never fade Good tidings in our love nest, Children bring. Their joy
Author: Sheena Jain
Sheena Jain is a deep thinker and keen observer who likes to pen her thoughts and recently started sharing it on social media. She believes that life has a lot to offer to everyone if only we tune ourselves to its song.
A Hymn to Fire
O’ valiant protector In the convergence of body and soul Your Vigour, let me receive O’ possessor of virtues In conflux of the past and
Partners in Crime
The air is charged with tension that has been mounting in the neighbourhood for some time. An armed policeman climbs up to where I live
Poetry is You
Poetry is one’s self It is a rhythm of words That appear in the thoughts Like a pilgrim’s prayer To untangle the knots Poetry is
Seeds of Kindness
Were you to walk through a trampled garden, Would you care enough to stop, Pick up the fallen branches flower laden, Moisten the withered petals
Fruits of Labour
If a labourer crushed a stone one day Looking for instant gratification The buildings that stand tall will laugh aloud They weren’t built in a
Bravehearts
Pinned for Eternity In sepia pages Of a decorated album They live Held for Countless ages In the warmest corner Of an old parent’s feeble
The Balance Sheet of Nature
They took their soaring success For granted in the mad race Shook hands with evil greed, turned blind To the presence of divine He, who
Finding Freedom
Melanie woke up in a cloud of smoke. Rubbing her eyes, she looked around the filthy surroundings. Empty bottles strewn across the floor. Half eaten
Cynical ’bout Love
history is replete with stories, that pictured a true love to us no tale does sound complete sans glories, of this mirage behind all fuss
Parenthood
The doorbell rang and Sara opened the door. As David entered the house, he noticed the harried expression on her face. His eyes searched for
The Corporate Runway
With a sling bag on her shoulderAnd a checklist of wit packed insideShe arrived at the airport of opportunityTwo suitcases of energyA handbag of educationAnd
Forever a Seeker
I would rather be quiet than speak to please I prefer distance than being too near for ease But I love the pleasure of an
Postcards from the Past
People were walking out of the beautiful glass building as if weaving a web of colourful threads on the ground below. I was watching the
A Run Away Song
Let us run away to get some clean air Put on our bright and sturdy running shoes Run far from monsters lurking everywhere First let’s
Rendezvous
A light breeze blew the sheer curtain of the glass window and shadows of the curtain’s floral motifs fluttered on the white bedsheet. Amanda pulled
Un-Married
They were close like the ridges in our palms Yet the distance between them held eternity Like the mountains and the oceans, Even a river
Life Happens
Life is a change That happens like seasons Painting the moods of destiny Joy one moment and sorrow another Curveballs being thrown at you Brace
Different, We Stand
Hahahahah…Ronan’s ears hurt with that obnoxious sound. With slow steps, he walked towards his house, the school bag weighing down his shoulders. He stopped at