Perennial Poetry

Beyond the Noise Why do I listen to the world’s noise When I can be who I am? When I can have my own voice Without anyone telling me who I am. Whose judgements am I afraid of? What scars am I trying to prevent? When magic is what I am made of, And I no longer want to pretend. Why should I look a certain way To please anybody else? When I want to live every day  For myself, and not for anybody else. Why can’t I sometimes show my emotions  In their purest and rawest forms? Why am I always compelled to take precautions  To follow some superfluous societal norms? Who is my controller but me? Who is someone else to say That I cannot be completely me And live in my own beautiful way? No one can tell me it’s inessential  To do something I am authentic at. I will always harness my fullest potential, For I am the best in who I am and I know that. -Jaanvi Veluguleti

  Good Concoctions A beautiful summer morning, With tables fancily set outdoors; One can hear the birds calling, Even from the farthest of moors. Feeling the sun glow and sun-kissed, Amidst cherry blossoms having candy sticks, Placing down lovely baskets of fresh cookies, The girls chat and touch up their lipsticks. The pretty friends have gathered for a catch-up; With umbrellas dipped in their shakes, They’re laughing away and sipping them up, Whilst eating cherries and cupcakes. Amidst the green grass and the clear sky, Wearing sundresses and sunglasses, They capture moments in photographs, Binding miles of memories for a lifetime. The friends look at each other and smile, Wondering if they’ll ever get these seconds again; Threads of long-lost flashes appear, To each of them in their own ways. Everything looks so perfect in the daylight, They wish for time to stop at this very instant; All these good concoctions were much needed, ’Cause the pictures, the voices and the memories a...

  New Chapters As old chapters close And new ones spring, We lose some beautiful connections But gatekeep the genuine ones. All the lessons learnt,  We transform into a sweet elixir of wisdom. And the choices we make,  Change from the ones we’d make an era before. Tangles of threads being to uncoil, With internal battles being slowly won, And priorities that truly matter Begin to be held in the highest regard. New dreams and desires unfold, With unwavering hope in the heart. And the collectibles of lessons and blessings, Make you a more powerful ‘You’. To new chapters waiting to be unleashed, And more wiser ‘Yous’ looking back in the mirror, We bid goodbye to the old ones, Whose best parts will stay in our memories forever. -Jaanvi Veluguleti