Perennial Poetry

Sorrow And Strength What do I tell myself, When the thought alone makes me cry, When the place reminds me of it, The grief that was witnessed by the midnights? How do I console myself? What words do I say to myself? When I uncontrollably burst out into tears, But try to restrict them to the edges of my pillow? Grief, fuelled by rage Caused due to deep hurt, Causes an ache in my heart, And the loop reiterates all over again. My mind says fine, now you can let go, And for a moment I think I can keep it all together; Then suddenly the feeling of angst comes back, With tears sticking down my eyes, I sob helplessly. The aftermath of my sorrow is always prayer; I realise I can convey my feelings to the higher power, So I pray, I say every bit I want to say, And slowly, bit by bit, my grief starts to fade away. I am aware that there’s always prayer, But I need to bawl my eyes out, To let go of withheld emotions, And pour back in my cup of optimism. For your smallest or deepest grief, Remember...

  Lead Your Life ’Tis in your hands To make the best of life; Blessed is where you’ll stand, When you work hard and strive. It doesn’t matter if you fail, You just got to learn from it; In that way, for others, you leave a trail, While gaining wisdom from every bit of it. If you don’t know what to do, Just keep doing good things. Sometimes, that is good enough too, Your goodness will lead you to the great things. Pave way to your dreams Through faith and resilience; As tough as circumstances might sometimes seem, You must continue to stride with persistence.  Live your life as an example, Don’t worry about perfect outcomes; Life becomes more simple, When you accept it as it comes. Keep working, be humble and strive, Despite anything that crops up; One day your dream will come alive, And you will be grateful that you never gave up. -Jaanvi Veluguleti

🌈 Onset Of Gratitude🙏 Look around for yourself and see, In little things there is happiness. It doesn't matter even if you're weeping under a tree, There is always scope for gratefulness. It is human to have moments of grief and sadness, To feel sorry and to feel helpless. But it is also human to recognise the moments of joy amidst the hopelessness, To heal, and come back stronger from the darkness. It's better than a pill, it is pure magic; One who understands it, will never want for anything ever again. Gratitude is the saviour from the tragic; So be grateful, and you will be saved again, and again, and again. Be thankful that you are how you are, 'Cause mind you, it could've been worse; From reaping the results of gratitude, you are never too far; Just do it and witness the magic of the divine force. Be grateful that you are alive, And blessed to experience this beautiful life. Be thankful every moment, and you'll be assured to thrive; Gratitude is your sec...