Page 186 - Hinduja Horizons 24 & 25 final.cdr

English Articles

PASSION SEASONS
When the cold wind passed by,
Why not become a writer? She broke like the fragile petals,

The question pops up a hundred times, She was like the warm summer,
When everyone said it's a waste of time, But seasons forced her to change herself.
The sun made her eyes sparkle with hope.
Only a writer knows, Now the chills just make her feel lost.
The emotions a poetry hold. She used to stop by to see the sunset,
But now it's just a reminder of everything lost,
Every word comes from the heart,
It's a broken person's art. Once the moon used to smile with her
Now the sky weeps with her.
I wish I could always write my feelings, She was radiant like the rainbow.
To me it's the only way of healing. Now she's just the dark looming cloud.
It was only the storm within her that new what
Don't let your dream die,
Make it your passion and see yourself fly. changed.

THE INNER DEMONS

She kept running thinking the demons were following her,
A knife stabbed within her,
The wound kept growing as she kept running,

One hand covering the wound,
Not realising it was her other hand pushing the knife deeper
The demons weren't following her,

They were growing within her.
Before she realised it wasn't anyone else,
Her own guilt and fear swallowed her whole.

Rutvi Saiya (S.Y. B.A.F)

"Education is not preparation for life; education is life itself." 174
John Dewey
HINDUJA HORIZONS 2024 -2025