Automobiles and dwellers, both got a life.
Easy and haughty from the glimpse of sight.
Cars greet one another apprehending a horn Wading through the motion of life.
This is what one say an eye for an eye.
I, the oldest, bristled With the tales.
With ardour in each other full of faith.
Countenance on vehicles and dwellers prevails.
Awful the situation is to exhale.
Tears from the sky, Dawn from the sun.
Cry for the reaproachful Situation at burn.
Shoddy lives ,those susceptible To the nature.I feed in the glance of dreariness of the life.
Hard-work
Like chewing
An asprin
Slow burn like
Cooking ribs
Push thru
Draw back
Push again
Hard-work
Like marriage
Give take
Pray
Air tastes different
Hard-work
Bein alive
Skins thicker
Then a semi tire
But cuts still
Bleed
Hard-work
Better then
No work
Then your
Dead
The Weight of Bread
He wakes before the sun learns how to rise,
Dreams folded neatly, hunger in his eyes.
The world demands its payment every day,
Rent, bills, and bread;there’s never room to stay.
Coins clink like questions in his trembling hand,
Each one already promised, already planned.
School fees, medicines, a flickering light,
He counts his worries every single night.
His hands are rough, the maps of endless toil,
Stained by sweat, by dust, by honest soil.
He builds the homes he’ll never get to own,
Lifts other dreams while carrying his own.
He smiles for children, hides the ache inside,
Swallows pride so his loved ones can survive.
No holidays, no rest, no soft retreat,
Just tired feet on unforgiving streets.
The world calls him “poor,” but does not see
The wealth of courage in his dignity.
For in his silence lives a powerful art,
A rich, unbreakable, human heart.
Have you seen women,
pushing life uphill
like Sisyphus—
without rest, without freedom?
They birth us,
they work even when their bodies ache.
They serve as if they are waiters
in a restaurant of endless demands.
They do not ask for joy,
they do not demand a pause.
Instead, they whisper prayers
for their family’s well-being—
faithful as devotees before a shrine.
And we—
children, husbands, in-laws—
what have we done?
Did we ever tell them:
“Rest today.
Live for yourself, if only for a moment.”
Even as their souls grow weary,
they keep giving.
So let us lighten their load—
a small help,
a little kindness,
so they may taste freedom,
even if only for a few minutes.
Shattered mirror pieces
in a cold room -
filled with invisible battles
as the heart
searches for warmth
Numb eyes
deepening scratches.
As seconds pass by,
the urge to rest in peace grows,
but own soul refuses to surrender.
A golden light,
from a narrow crack
falling on those broken pieces
reflecting buried dreams,
rising, drifting across the room
like butterflies.
Reborn charm
eradicates the frozen wall,
filling the room
with charming colors of light
that were once lost.
In pursuit of promise, he journeyed far,
A dual path of toil and academic star.
Leaving loved ones, a distant shore,
He braved new faces, some warm, others a bore.
Hostility's sting, he wouldn't endure,
Focus on friendly souls, his heart's allure.
Through want and need, he pressed on ahead,
Enticing pleasure, a siren he'd rather be dead.
Night's silence, his studies' sacred space,
Research and lessons, his waking pace.
"A purpose unknown, makes sleep a delight,"
He'd tell himself, through the dark of night.
His children's voices, a heartfelt refrain,
"Daddy, when?" "Soon," he'd say, in love's sweet strain.
Though absence pained, he'd endure the test,
For future's promise, his family's crest.
Not all inherit a father's noble name,
Some learn deceit, others theft, and shame.
But I, blessed with a virtuous sire,
Inherited values that my heart desires.
My children will learn to reverence age,
With humility and sobriety, they'll engage.
A caring heart, I'll pass on to them,
Diligence and God-fearing, their guiding gem.
Emancipator, Eldorado, Ephaptha too,
Will learn the core values, integrity shines through.
Estevan and Estefan, honesty and love,
Will be their guiding principles, sent from above.
I'll uphold godliness with contentment true,
A legacy of virtue, forever shining through.
Only a few days are left,
But no seriousness is felt.
I don’t want to cry, I don’t want to regret,
Need to study each chapter, each alphabet.
I need to work hard,
With determination, not just a façade.
I want to score better,
That’s what truly matters.
Managing my time,
Is harder to define.
Working with a strict schedule,
Feels far from cool.
How foolish I am, though I know,
Boards won't be easy, still, I let it go.
I need to work hard,
That’s the key to the reward.
These past years
I have progressively lost
My inner child
People
Trust
Friendships
Battles
Myself.
But
I learned,
To make myself valuable
Not available
Stand up and fight
Struggling chapters
Are beautiful
Patience
Is the key
You've to discover
Your right times
Be smart
You've matchbox
To light your Lantern
Believe
You are late
But it's not the end
He's is with you
He's preparing you
For bigger battles
God gives hardest work
To their favorites.
Each waves of the sea,
comes to the shore
to leave behind
those tiny shells,
who were longing to meet
the sun and the land .
Little did they know
that their transit wasn't easy enough.
Carried by each wave they saw,
flying high and flowing low,
Up and down sliding through
the slippery path.
Not just one,on thousands of
ripples and tides they swayed.
Just to reach where they adored.
There will always be
RICH and POOR
The rich outrun the poor
The poor outnumber the rich
The MIDDLE outweigh the sides
Free people work hard when opportunity
Offers a chance to move up and down
The Ladder of Prosperity.
More coals to the gleeds,
And more speed for the steeds,
Slumbering for the fire,
To burn on the pyre.
Time and time again on wings,
Flies time through climes,
Seasons with the birds cling,
Sing impatient rhymes.
A new day bursts unclouded,
Life again comes unshrouded,
Carried on eagle's flight,
Hurries to dark night.
Bring visions anew,
Keep pace with time's heels,
Play wisdom a cue,
Make efforts go on firm reels.
Yes its true,
Stopped waiting for you,
Served aces easily once,
Now I get no love from you.
He contradicts then preaches,
Advices flying none teaches.
So you roll up your sleeves,
Let the green arteries speak,
Volumes about your struggles in the day,
And in the night you may weep.
THE DAWN OF A NEW VENTURE
The first ray of the sun so hot,
Inspires me to give it a shot,
During my thought, my eye was caught,
By a bird so tremendous,
Such in fact it made art seem horrendous,
It sung a serene tune,
Such that my spirit would bloom,
But as we know it takes no time,
From impeccable beauty to disgusting doom,
A crow came carw-ing by,
I felt like I saw my end,
Such atrocious was his singing,
As the crow went craw-ing by,
It kept its spirits high,
It kept its spirits high……
In the ocean of thought it made me sink,
An ugly crow had made me think,
“At least he tried”
I’ll give him that,
For I am such a brat,
I won’t ever open my mouth to sing,
But he aspires to be a king,
Who knows?
Tomorrow crows might sing with melody,
After all trying won’t result in a tragedy!
-Saksham Jain
Success and Failure Walk Hand in Hand,
The Mind must know When to Take a Stand.
Buckle Up as this Life is Uncertain,
And If I fall, Will Gently Rise Again.
Got to Cleanse My Aura and Do a Pep Talk,
It's time to give My Haters that Mild Shock.
And When I will Take the Euphoric Drive,
I shall Remember the time which Made me Thrive.
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