We meet again My dear old friend, In the land of peace and sun. We met when I Was born anew, Thirsty for a mother's love. We meet right now As the sun goes down Along with my final breath. And we'll meet once more At life's open door To start all over again.
Knowing the Unknown I'd rather face The tortures of Hell Than live to tell tales of nothing I'd rather know How twisted the world is Than live blind to all mistakes I'd rather feel The sting of pain Than be blissfully unaware And thus Be one To Knowing the unknown
A poem that has been sitting in my Google Docs for quite a while now. Written fro a prompt given to the class by my fifth grade teacher: What is your most treasured item and why? It was originally a piece of prose, but I turned it into poetry instead. Pencil Long, Hard, Easily broken. Grows shorter As it's used. Expressing Freely, Making its mark. Never ending color Gracing each sheet. Line by line, Shape by shape, Word by word, A pencil that can change the world.
A PTA/PTO funded annual project, called Reflections, was presented at my school. I decided to take part in it, submitting a drawing and a poem for this year's theme: Within Reach . Here is the poem, titled Almost . Almost Aditi Bhattamishra So close. So very close. So tantalizingly close. A couple more inches. A couple more steps. A couple more hopes. A couple more dreams. A few more falls. A few more burns. A few more hurdles. A few more tears. I see it. I see the light. Almost there. I’m almost there. Almost.
Music to My Ears First morning light, First chorus of chirps, First drop of water, First shout of anger, First squeal of laughter, First blare of the trumpet, First ding of the chimes, First beating of the drums, First pluck of the base, First pull of the harp, The song of life, Ongoing. Music to my ears.
Life Goes On Drops of water Plop, Plop Plopping Down Into rivulets. Flowing Along the curb. Rocks and Sketchers Damming up The trail. But still, the flow Does not break. And the water flows on Just Like Life.
Laugh Laugh Till the tears Well up Till the clouds Float away And the sun Shines bright Cry Till the truth Spills out Till the burdens Lift off And the fear's All gone From sight Smile And the world Will smile, Too. Frown, And all will Be Upside DOWN!
Up In The Night Sky The Moonlight Shines Off The Maple Wood Floor As The Moon Itself Basks In All Its Glory, Only To Be Hidden By A Stray Cloud The Stars Shine Bright Like A Thousand Souls. Powerful. Wise. Conspicuous. Silent. Together, They Ornament The Night Sky As Jewelry Ornaments Us.
Maa One word that can Shake the ground we tread One word that can Start and finish all life One word that is The sum of Power and Love and Ferocity and Gentleness In one entity One word…… Maa
Life Goes On Life goes on Like the seasons continuous cadence Life goes on Like a cascading waterfall Life goes on As the Earth turns Life goes on Even as towns burn And so it shall be Until the end of time And that isn't in sight For a long interval So fear not As nothing will stop The rhythmic beat Of Life
They say that time flies when you're having fun, and boy is that true! On February 17, it is aditi's simple thoughts's four-year anniversary! And in honor of such a momentous achievement..... Each Hour By Aditi Bhattamishra Each hour Each day Each week Each month All logged Into memories Kept In little boxes In the back of my mind. And so The cycle goes on, Until we find ourselves Four years from then.
Yin and Yang By Aditi Bhattamishra Yin and Yang. Bad and good. Two parts, One whole. If let loose, One without the other, Leaves darkness in its wake. If let loose, One without the other Leaves peace in its path. Struggling, Cursing, Sometimes victorious, too. The battle goes on, And on, And on, And on, And on, And on, And on, Infinite.