Perennial Poetry

  The Garden Hour As mysteries await, I sit in eagerness; Trees in my garden sway, As I while away in the lushness. Eerie whispers of insects Ring throughout my garden periphery, As I ponder and suspect Questions of life amidst this breathtaking scenery. The sound of dried leaves rustling under my feet, And the whirl of winds rumbling around me, I feel a voice inside me waiting to greet, Waiting to check if I’d realise and see. It is the voice of silence within me, Trying to usher me into calmness and peace; “Your thoughts can just wait and be, I am embracing you a thousandfold, just feel at ease.” Sometimes just ‘being’ is what’s needed, The what-ifs can be thought about later; All of life’s conundrums will succeed, And all apprehensions will turn out for the better. So I sit on this quiet bench, While nature calms me today, And with peace in my mind I ascend, For the trees and the breeze will be mine everyday. -Jaanvi Veluguleti

Intrusive Thoughts   Sometimes some thoughts cripple me- What if everything goes away? What if all I have becomes unfree? And what if I’ll have nothing to pay? The time of doom scares me; I know these thoughts are my mind’s mere apprehensions, But what if all is taken away from me? I feel anxious by all these futile comprehensions. The edge of the ridge feels frightening; If I am pushed from it, then what’ll be left of me? All these faulty visions feel threatening, They’re grabbing away my peace from me. If only I could sneak away Alone into my dreamland, Where I’d only see the brightest of days, I’d surely give anything up to stay in that wonderland. My dreams serve as my abodes, untouched, Filled with so much fresh air to breathe; But from dreams, we always wake up unbesmirched, And must face reality with our own sheath. Well, maybe the doom will never befall, And maybe I’ll never sneak away; But my wish is that I’ll always stand tall, Despite whatever might come my way. -Jaanvi ...