Perennial Poetry

My Haven I used to come here for peace, The green trees and the quiet breeze Bring back all the lost memories; Oh, if I start, I can never stop with the stories. This place was my sacred haven, So precious and love-laden. During moments of contentment as well as grief, This place comforted me with hugs of peace. I saw endless sunsets from here, I gleamed at the infinite stars from here; Whenever I needed to replenish my magic, Coming here would just do the trick. I thought of poems while sitting here, ’Cause this place to me was so dear; I found answers when I was desperate, I always felt a surge of power that seemed infinite. Visiting back today brought a few tears Of joy and longing for the previous years, The whispers of wind and the divine’s bliss Will forever be etched within me like chef’s kiss. My haven has witnessed transformative alchemies, It holds endless moments and memories That are eternally mine to relish; And to continue having this perpetual nostalgia is my forever wis...

  ❄️ Wintery Mornings❄️ The pleasantness of dawn invites me, Long walks in the early hours entice me, Wintery morning’s cool breeze, Makes me feel so light and free. When people haven’t woken up yet, Half the world is asleep; In perfect glory, the day is set; I’ve never felt a calmness so deep. The fog sets up a lovely scene, Causing a little shiver in me; With my mind in peace and the land around me green, Surely there’s no other place I’d rather be. Freshness of my neighbour’s lilies, The smell of moist mud under my feet, Strolling on the sand and stones of the streets, I feel nature’s embrace so deep and so sweet. As the sun’s first rays touch me, Warmth rushes into my body; As the blessings of the morning dawn upon me, I feel the amount of strength and wisdom I embody. There’s just something about wintery mornings, Experience for yourself and see; You’ll enjoy the most exhilarating of mornings, So come on, unlock your peace with this golden key. - Jaanvi Veluguleti

🌕 Silent Night in Moonlight🌃 Just sitting down here in my pyjamas,  With cool breeze and solemn silence brushing past my ears, From my balcony, I look up; I gaze at the night sky, simply awestruck. With a halo of white light The Moon is the King of the night. Oh I'm not even kidding, When I say I could just stare at it all night. With its perfect round shape, And its pearly white face, The brightest sight in the ebony night; Take me to the Moon and I might stay there for a while. Thinking about the weird silence, I ask myself: “What is this dark night hiding behind all the quiet? Why is it so peaceful to look at the sky? Why do these stars and this Moon look enchanting to me?” Though I don't intend to find any logical answers, And also wonder if my questions are rhetorical; I'm still curious to uncover even the irrational answers, While I stare away at this unmatched perfection. A while goes by and then, Right there I find, amidst all the silence, Truth basking in the cro...