Perennial Poetry

The Sky Shades Have you ever been overjoyed to look At the different facets of the sky? Oh, what question have I asked? Whenever hasn’t the sky ceased to amaze us? Mighty light blue sky, you’re seemingly so vast; You’re classically handsome; The clouds look the best on you, You’re a charming one, ask anyone, they’ll say it’s true. Orange sky, my bright, vibrant sky, You set the perfect stage for the Sun show; You are what my dreams are made of, And your warm friends, yellow and red add in their hues too. Dark grey sky, you are eerily dramatic; I could make up a gloomy story Just looking at you; I admire you for Giving me all the forlorn feels, for the drama I need. Purple sky, you are my favourite, You’re straight out of a fairytale; You’re the colour of magical illusions, You are the prettiest one I say. Navy blue sky, or the dark night sky, It’s like the Moon and the Stars were made just for you; You are the big blank canvas adorning these beauties, You bring in all the calmness and

Who’s My True Friend? Why are they mean? What did I do? Why don’t I feel seen? I’m surprised, cause this is new. Are they jealous of me? That I’m the best in my own unique ways? Or because I found the magic key That they’d been digging since the pharaoh days? Once we were the best of friends, Until suddenly the tables turned upside down; Leaving me unable to comprehend, Thinking if it was me who let them down. I try to hold them on to me, Wishing it would become the way ’twas before; But dear, they’re running away from me, So I give up, realising it’s not a score. I let them go and I refind peace; The insecurity I had previously Miraculously turns into ease; And I turn inside me lovingly. I sit with myself, With my hands wrapped around me, And willingly reassure myself, That no one’s my best friend than me. Sometimes that’s how I learn- I collect my floor-fallen pieces, Pick myself up and around I turn, And arduously try to think of happiness and roses. Sometimes that’s how my healing

Calm After Storm It was at the end of the storm, When the night began to take form, That the clouds cleared up, And the stars showed up. When the rain descended, And the rainbow came and ended, The dust settled down everywhere, Everything became clear, and the sky became bare. ’Twas when my outburst happened, And I released all my emotions that had heightened, That the ache in my chest disappeared, And all the good things reappeared. My story’s been tragic off late, I had caged myself at a high rate; Now I want to fly past this rusted gate, It's time for a new tale on a fresh slate. Untangled, caught up in the mess, I made efforts to come out, but it was always worthless; ‘Twas only when I realised that it was all a protection, That I could clearly see every bit of the perfection. I realise nothing good comes from bottling up things, I oughta free them up and give them wings; Just let them fly, just let them flow, ’Cause I will know real peace only by letting them go.  -Jaanvi Velu

The Peace In Letting Go May I be a little honest? Why do you put such pressure on yourself? When you are allowed to take a rest, And the rest will take care by itself? Carry on with it, with all your focus, Give your best, and then let it go; But please don’t let it make you serious, Just let it happen, just let it flow. Your worth doesn’t come from the outside, Not from external praise or validation. It has always been inside, Waiting to be recognised, far past your frustration. Take a risk and give it a shot, Then sit back and relax, and watch; After putting in all the effort you got, Maybe not in the way you intended, but you’ll always go up a notch. Controlling has never gotten us anywhere, It is past ages since we’ve learned this lesson. So I’m telling you this because I want to share, That letting go will give you far more peace, than any calming session. Look, wait, plan, and then start doing. But if it doesn’t go as per your plan, Just introspect and learn from the foregoing. T