149. A White Paper

 Walking through the time, long and winding,

Narrates her story where with all emotions binding.

A journey of experiences as a rollercoaster ride,

Which she passed and evolved with all her might.

She knew how it feels to laugh and cry,

To see the dark clouds and the bright sunny sky.

With every deep feeling she held in her hand,

From a softest wish to a toughest demand.

She fought the hardest battles feeling weak within,

Yet greeted everyone with a beautiful smile through every checkin.

Days of laugh, joy, and dance are few,

With every sunrise bring a challenge new.

She broke the shadows, she broke the barriers,

With dignity and self-respect as her new carriers.

With all those chaos in her heart,

She stood against tears as  fresh start.

Today, she stands like a tree in the free breeze,

Calm and grounded, completely at ease.

~Harshita

148. A Tree

 Walking through the time, long and winding,

Narrates her story where with all emotions binding.

A journey of experiences as a rollercoaster ride,

Which she passed and evolved with all her might.

She knew how it feels to laugh and cry,

To see the dark clouds and the bright sunny sky.

With every deep feeling she held in her hand,

From a softest wish to a toughest demand.

She fought the hardest battles feeling weak within,

Yet greeted everyone with a beautiful smile through every checkin.

Days of laugh, joy, and dance are few,

With every sunrise bring a challenge new.

She broke the shadows, she broke the barriers,

With dignity and self-respect as her new carriers.

With all those chaos in her heart,

She stood against tears as  fresh start.

Today, she stands like a tree in the free breeze,

Calm and grounded, completely at ease.

~Harshita

147. Festival of Lights

 The festival of lights,

Spreading vibe with delight.

The victory of might,

Let celebrations all the night.

The sounds of spinners and crackers,

Teaches you that joy is all what matters.

The light of flowerpot,

Teaches you that life is short 

And the make the most with what you got.

The charm of colours in the sky,

Teaches you to fly high.

Sparkles and flowerpots bloom with pace,

Reflecting the fun on people's face.

Houses and home shine with diya gleam,

Carrying hope and optimism in every beam.

The crackles dance in melody flame,

With all smiling faces in a single frame.

The air flies with festive art,

Embracing soul, lantern, and heart

~Harshita

146. Latent heart

Every silence whispers, 

Every expression speaks, 

Every gesture hints, 

Said my heart to me. 

Speak your heart out, 

Live your life a whole, 

Dance out to the full, 

Said me to my heart. 

My heart replied,

I've a crowd of words,

That want to be said loud.

There're a million stories went blurred,

Yet, waiting to be heard.

With a storm in me, I look so fine,

Wanting to be healed by the people of mine.

I wish I could tell you all my fears,

And the reasons behind my silent tears.

I want to share all my thoughts,

And the lessons I've been taught.

I've a treasure in me, locked,

With its presence, I feel choked.

I am one lost the key,

For you and the world to see.

With each passing day, again, I smile,

Waiting a bit longer a while,

I'll never lose the hope of being free,

To let my heart break it's silence through me.

145. A little soul

Swept through the gentle breeze, refreshed in the cold winds,

Lost in the beauty of nature, drowned in the serenity of soul.

Every glimpse is a lesson, every sound is a music,

Every snap is a beauty, every moment is peace.

A free-flying little heart, sung a song with all its heart,

People call it cuckoo, dancing high in sky blue.

Another flying beauty, is little imitating cutie,

People call it parrot, and cage it baiting a carrot.

A tiny little bird, kept in prison for years,

Without being heard.

The tiny soul released after ages, forget to fly,

Breaking all its cages.

Then I realised, a spirit should set free,

Irrespective of situation however they'd be.

A soul shouldn't be caged for long,

Which compels it forget it's identity along.

Fly high to be chase your self,

But don't mimic and mask yourself.

Fight through thousands of battles,

But stand still through million storms that hit you. 

Atlast, 

It's the scars not scares that define you. 

~Harshita

144. Whispers of Silence

In a secluded corner of a crowded place, 

She stands still and unseen with her fading trace. 

Nor her tear falls neither her voice cries, 

But a storm resides beneath her eyes. 

Enjoys her travel through miles, 

While masking her pain through smiles. 

Lost her world when she's barely grown, 

Enduring pain and grief all alone. 

Hands that should hold her tight, 

Chose to dim her inner light. 

Love was measured not by need,

But the weight of a different seed. 

With her deeds, other's expectations meet, 

But, she pays high for her good deeds. 

With her each step stared by a thousand eyes,

That turn her truth into whispered lies.

She's judged with no appeal,

While her silence is louder than what they feel.

She walks through age in the nobbled skin,

While holding the strength she carries within.

With lifeless smiles and futile grace,

Her soul learnt to hide her face.

Yet, in the void, her silence whispers,

With a flame that belong to hers.

Not for the love that's never shown,

But for the strength she calls her own.

No blame she sheds, no names she utters,

Just lives the fight that silence holds.

A girl they chose not to believe,

Still dreams more than what they live.

Through the battle, the world may dim her light,

But the sun in her, sparks the night bright,

With her courage braves the dark.

143. Between Care & Expectations...!!!!

They say they love me,

Yet at times, respect feels distant.

They say they respect me,

Yet my passions often go unnoticed.

They say they value me,

Yet my presence is seldom acknowledged.

They say they understand me,

Yet my pauses and silences seem misunderstood.

They offer gifts,

Yet sometimes, a hidden expectation lingers.

They pamper me,

Yet often when they seek something in return.

They protect me fiercely,

Yet it feels more like caution than trust.

They neither see

The intelligence of my mind

Nor the beauty of my heart.

It is strange that they are my near and dear ones,

Yet it is true that not all relationships are exceptional.