Baisakhi is not just a festival.
It is like a huge carnival.
It brings a new commemoration.
It marks the day of huge celebration.
It is the day of huge harvest.
It also marks the end of unrest.
It is the beginning of Sikh New Year.
The celebration happens with all near and dear.
There is the occurrence of many beautiful gatherings.
The sweetness is what everywhere rings.
Sahildeep Singh Raina
Whispers of the Unseen Wound
Beneath my smile, a shadow lingers,
A silent ache with unseen fingers.
It carves its name in quiet sighs,
A ghost that hides behind my eyes.
The world moves on in golden light,
Yet I remain in endless night.
A hollow chest, a mind confined,
A maze of echoes left behind.
No words escape, no tears take flight,
This sorrow walks alone at night.
A phantom touch, a fleeting trace,
A war unspoken on my face.
But pain is shy, it speaks in hush,
In quiet cracks, in gentle brush.
And though it stays, unseen, unknown,
It whispers soft-“You’re not alone.”
Kavita Dutt
Udhampur
A flower of hope
Lying on the bed;
her long brunette hair
flowed from the bed,
down to the floor.
Surrounded by the darkness
in the room,
her gaze of black velvet eyes,
lingered on the books
scattered across the table.
A sorrow shimmered
in her eyes-
“the ache of knowing
she could never
read them all”.
She tore herself from
the sheets-
to escape the wild
rising sea inside her.
Leaving the passage behind,
her eyes found the familiar view-
“white flower greeting
her on the floor;
A silent message
from the sky,
to her soul”.
Tabishi Sharma
(RS Pura)
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