Perennial Poetry

Thoughts of My Ink I wonder if I can say Words with my ink pen— Thoughts of my nights and days, That begin and never end. I ponder questions in my mind, I wring out all my thoughts, For I find peace as I unwind My thoughts and worries from their knots. For even the simplest of complexities, Endless thoughts my anxious mind sends, While I ponder my dizzying perplexities, Wondering what it is that I can possibly mend. Writing my thoughts out, Is one of my ways of channelling My peace and clarity, without a doubt;  And also because I feel it is my profound calling. For me, writing is healing, As it makes me better understand myself, And helps me in my journey to becoming My most authentic self. So I channel my thoughts into words of wisdom; It is my unpaid personal therapy, It is my golden key to unparalleled freedom, Writing makes me innately fulfilled and happy. -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 ...

A Piece Of Peace 🕊️ What is peace? Is it something I crave when trapped in chaos? Is it just meant to tease Me that I can’t have it whenever I wish? My mind is a mess, How much ever I try to calm myself, It always comes back to haunt me nonetheless; My fears and doubts continue to haunt my self-built Self. You will know it, What it’s like and how it feels, Only when you are in it; From outside it just looks like another bunch of dramatic reels. From time to time I crave it, But peace is a mystery hidden; Will I ever become fit To deserve it, gold-laden? Is it just because I am unhappy, And I forget who I am, That I feel so crappy, Unable to realise at this moment who I really am? Come back peace, Come back to me, Come back from within me, please, Come back and set me free. I feel hollow and mundane, So please light the spark within me. I promise to spread it like sunshine, Hence, unlock the gates to peace, let me feel it and be. - Jaanvi Veluguleti

The Heart Ponderation💓 My heart says,  “ Come on, go on! ” But I am here, feeling unfledged to move my pawn. Are I and my heart one? If so, then different thoughts why do we churn? I want to do better, I want to be a trendsetter, But opposing thoughts enter Inside me, and try to take the stage centre. This is like a crossword puzzle, Not having a clue how to overcome this hustle; But just like how the letters of one word become parts of another, I hope all the puzzle pieces on my life’s board fit together. Are I and my heart one? This is a question I’ve been pondering on and on. Please show me the real one, Let me know who to follow and then be done. Breathless, this thought is taking up all my energy, All my parts are trying to work to maintain the synergy. But seems like it’s a choice I have to make, Hence, I choose my heart, whatever it may take. Slowly I start to gain my breath, And maybe what’s slowly developing is faith. My energy is growing, and glowing, untouched; This is ...