Rhyme Time: The lunar faces

You shine bright, Sirius.

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Illuminating the depths around you,

Inebriating the poet like booze.

Pining for your star-struck enchants

(Ah! That never happens.)

Longing to be the lavaliere of my sapphire,

(Alas! You can’t be mine and I can’t be yours.)

We are the lunar faces,

Always there for each other,

But too lost to find one another.

The Plank-Parsec that drifts us away,

Shudders my heart to push what is like a pacific of love,

Swings me to the clouds and plunges me into the abyss.

A reverie that has no limits,

Unbeknownst of its bitter-sweet charm.

Bewitch gleam in your orbs, unnerving my senses

The feathery scent, a druggy itra to me,

Making me laugh was what you did,

Making me smile was its afterglow.

You’re the light, I’m the dark.

The twilight zone, entire world

witnesses.

Anwesha Pathania, Class XII, DAV Public School, Palampur, Kangra

What’s this change

It’s like I’m standing here

But, my mind is asleep

I’m speaking so much

My thoughts are not where to me seen

I just zoned out, but nobody sees.

A strike of a thought to quit now

But I’m still on this game called humanity

Keeping a record of all new things

To exactly know

What has changed

Change is new, changes are great

This is what everyone says

But what if changes are fake

And what if this new change makes you a classic moron or gives you some unpleasant traits

What is it now that makes everything feel useless.

It’s like my life was in my hand

In the form of a brick

To keep in my first house

But, God am I really sick

That I see it flowing down

Like sand bit by bit.

Can I fix it?

Can I save it?

Can I take a breath?

Like the Japanese use kintsugi

By fixing cracks with gold

But saving needs a helping hand

That for sure somehow I will refuse!

Not that I don’t want to be saved

But just another egoistic trait

Where am I?

What is this change?

Kathreen Albert, Class XII, Carmel Convent School, Sector 9-B, Chandigarh

The beauty of life

Life is a road both rough and steep,

With dreams that wake and promises we keep.

The sun will rise, but so will the storm,

And hearts will break, despite their form.

We chase our hopes, yet they slip through hands,

Like shifting sands on distant lands.

The world will turn, but not always fair,

And burdens grow when no one’s there.

We fight for peace, but find only strife,

In the tangled web of everyday life.

Trust may falter, and love may fade,

In the cruellest games that time has played.

Yet through the hurt and endless tears,

We find the strength to face our fears.

For in the dark, there’s light to find

The beauty of life, though often blind.

It’s not in gold, nor fame’s bright shine,

But in the grit that we define.

For life’s a dance of joy and pain,

And through it all, we rise again.

Janvi Bhatti, Class IX, Saupin’s School, Sector 32-A, Chandigarh