A.V

It's Farewell Today. How fast does time elapses. Prepared and accompanied by Yuvraj and Ashish, we arrived at the school gate. Nature seemed to favor the occasion, with the sun gently casting its warm glow. As we approached the entrance, my heart quickened, and my hands trembled. Ashish joined his group, and we stepped through the gates, greeted by a small assembly of teachers. Soon, Manan and the others joined us. Amidst the crowd, I spotted a familiar face – Shipra ma'am, our class 5th teacher. Given her imminent departure, we hastily snapped pictures and exchanged our final goodbyes. Unfortunately, Samriddhi ma'am was on leave, as cold caught on to her. Moving further inside with a good luck card and a flower in hand, the girls congregated on one side, boys on the other. Before us stood a grand stage adorned with "Buona Fortuna" and ladybugs against the backdrop. At 2:30 PM, the announcements commenced, and the atmosphere buzzed with familiar faces, handshakes,

What can I say, at this hour? I see a drive full of letters to be sent. I see a diary full of memories.  A pillow that has seen all my breakdowns. What can I say? When practicals are at head. Can't even fully enjoy the Farewell. All that comes to mind is study. What can I say? Light is dim, and I Cuddling with the quilt. As mellow sad songs buzz the roam. What can I say?  The nostalgia is getting to me. The memories are on replay. And I write this. A.V

The clock is ticking, bells are ringing, Notifications buzzing, cheers are singing. Yet the cold remains, it's numb, Snowing with laughter, but the heart stays calm. The peaceful warmth of coffee snug, Doesn't seek large gatherings, just a mellow hug. Beside the fireplace on a cozy night, Cuddling with a quilt, telling tales so bright. A new year's here, won't shout and cheer, Feels shallow, repeating every year. Time plays its games, the same old rhyme, May you find peace in every chime. The burning Cherrywood smells so fine, With ink's fragrance, a sparkly sign. Creeping wishes like a typewriter's sound, In the quietude, joy is found. So here's to days with stories told, In the warmth of love, not just the cold. May your year be filled with rhyme, A harmonious tune, a joyful time. A.V

Their are times when sleep is lost. Their are times when air is all around, But you feel like drowning. Their are times when you can't stop aching. Their are times when you silence your cries. Their are times when even, the saddest midnight ragh is not enough. Their are times when you feel like, Choking yourself to death. Their are times when you feel like running away. Their are times. But their are times too Where you feel, Like you will die from Joy. Their are times when the Peace feels eternal. Their are times when the sun feels nice. Their are times when the rain feels rejuvenating. Their are times when the sleep feels refreshing. Their are times when the air feels sparkling. Their are times when Autumn also feels beautiful. A.V