Perennial Poetry

Echoes of Goodbye One more taste, Another small bite, A little more longing, For moments going to go by. A sweet picture, A warming hug, A lasting goodbye, We hope neither turns out to be its last. Trunks of memorable belongings, Chunks of treasurable joys, Trails of familiar scents, We bury all of them behind. We hope for upcoming chapters, Yet long to relive some old ones By turning calendars and clocks, To sweet sand timers of the past days. We learn to see love in various forms, In different timelines and spaces; Time and again we call our strength, During times of peace as well as chaos. Time is fleeting, While joys fill in only moments; But memories last a lifetime, For all the seconds gone, passing and yet to arrive. -Jaanvi Veluguleti

  Jewel I don’t feel like the same jewel anymore, I feel tarnished and broken to the core.  From the highest cloud, I came crashing onto the floor, Is there anything more left in me to explore? I don’t know if I am viewed the same now, Yet some good remarks I’ve upheld somehow; But the bitterness needs a taste as well, “The bitterness is what leads to the sweetness,” they tell. Time leads to precious tales, And the lessons lead to better sails, Leading me to be unapologetically brave,  As I bid farewell to this drenching wave. Providence has, for ages, been my saviour As I’m carried in divine arms like a soldier, With a love unquestionably abundant and deep, Unlike any treasure I could ever keep. After all, it seems my facets can be polished,  And I can be gracefully bejeweled and embellished. Well maybe I am still the irreplaceable jewel, That authentically sparkles on every level. -Jaanvi Veluguleti

Holidays’ Reminiscence I feel the boredom sinking in, The holidays are not quite how they used to be. There are no prizes or contests for me to win, It seems like the world has stopped for me. It was always a holiday thing, To wake up, even though a little late, And gather around with friends for playing; I cannot name better holiday moments to date. Until one day all of it went into oblivion, And gone were the days of games and fun, Of puzzles, hopscotch, and badminton; All these ancient joys mock back at me like a pun. Flashes of those moments still come to me, The songs, the scents, and the films of the holidays; There was no one to tell me how to be, And I still say, “Oh gosh! Those were the days!” I would collect shells from piles of sand, I would throw stones in little lakes, I would alertly wait for my grandma’s command, To open the oven and take out the cupcakes. Taking long strolls together, With no to-do lists in mind, Except for holiday homework to ruin the weather; These me...

 ↻Antics With Alarm⏰ It rings every morning, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock; Oh please turn off the alarm clock! I don't want to get up from this cozy place, I just don't want to remove the blanket from my face. I don't understand the reason behind the lack of motivation, When it was me who wanted to do this out of inspiration; I made plans to get up, and to do this, and to do that; But now, I don't even want to get up and chat. It doesn't matter who tries to wake me up, It doesn't matter if the time is up; All I am concerned about is my sleep, Because it is the only thing that satisfies me so deep. There is something running in the back of my head, Nudging me to open my eye and take a step to race ahead. But being so sleepy right now, I brush it past back, to later suffer a blow. So I take my time and slowly wake up, Long past the sunrise, into mid-morning, after everybody wakes up; Time slips by and it becomes night again, I feel perplexed as I begin to rewin...