Sports and Verse

 MIRROR MIRROR ON THE WALLS!! Mirror, mirror on the walls, Whose secrets echo through these halls? Not just beauty do you see, But whispers of who I’m meant to be. Mirror, mirror, cold and wise, You hold the storms behind my eyes. You know the thoughts I never speak, The strength I crave, the peace I seek. Mirror Mirror on the walls, Why do they stare in crowded halls? I rise like tales the stars once told, A girl too tall, too fierce to fold. Mirror mirror , show me signs, Of ancient fate and hidden lines. Is magic real? Do stars still hear, The quiet wish, the silent tear? Mirror Mirror on the walls, What rises after darkness crawls? A soul reborn, a wish unchained, A dream once lost, now unrestrained. Mirror, mirror , don’t deceive, Reflect the hope I still believe. A tale untold, a soul half-sung, A spell undone, a heart still young. Mirror Mirror on the walls, Can mirrors lie, or do they stall? Do they reflect or rearrange, The truth we’re too afraid to change? MIRROR MIRROR...

"A Palette Called Life"  🎨 I gazed above, the sky so wide, so blue , And dreamed to be a butterfly drifting through A canvas winged with color and delight, Painting peace in the broad daylight. I wished to glow in passionate red , The color where love and courage tread. To beat like hearts that never tire, A flame within, a burning fire. To be yellow in someone's rainy day, A beam of joy lighting up their way. The color of hope that softly speaks, Of sunny days and glowing cheeks. Or maybe purple , wild and wise, A storm of thoughts beneath calm skies. Where art and dreams so gently stir, The soul of every wanderer. I longed to wear the white of peace, Where noise of judgment finds its cease. A shade of truth, so pure, so still, The silence that the heart can feel. To shine like orange , bold and bright, With fire that fuels the morning light. A spark that dances, never dull, With spirit loud and laughter full. Then pink arrives with tender gr...

 Beyond the Game In the hush before the whistle, in the roar of the crowd, Lies a lesson unspoken, fierce, fearless, and proud. From fields of green to arenas wide, Each sport is a mirror, where life won’t hide. Cricket teaches patience, one ball at a time, That centuries are built with grit, not just rhyme. It's not the sixes, but the silence between overs, Where we learn, how to wait, and start over. Football is chaos, stitched into grace, It’s teamwork in motion, a collective chase. You fall, you dive, but you rise for the score, Life too is played best with heart at its core. Badminton brings precision, each flick a fight, In the shuttle’s flight, we learn timing is right. Reflexes sharpen, egos go mute, Sometimes strength lies in staying resolute. Tennis says, your biggest rival’s your mind, It’s about endurance, and leaving doubt behind. Game, set, match , not just for fame, But to learn losing doesn’t mean shame. From Formula 1 , we learn to steer under pressure, That spe...

 A Bond Without Words  मूक बंधन - "शब्दों के बिना एक बंधन" They say beasts don’t understand love, but her crumb-filled fingers knew better. No words, just offerings soft circles of wheat and trust. The earth stood still as two heartbeats knelt in opposite skins one in a linen frock, the other draped in dusk and dust. She didn't flinch. The world hadn't yet whispered fear into her bones. To her, horns were not threats, they were just crowns without thrones. The eyes across her were wells deep, old, gentle. She looked in, not away. And something passed... Not sound, not thought something softer. If the wind could speak, it might've said: "This is what we forget." Later, they will teach her to recoil, to pull back the hand before it ever feels warmth in a wild breath. They will lace her spine with caution, tie her ribs with logic. But for now she feeds the silence with biscuits, and the silence thanks her in return. No growl, no bark, no name. Only a pact t...

      What will your verse be?   What will your verse be? A question asked in a whisper, echoed in classrooms and hearts a question I now answer, with laughter, love, and the life I dream to craft. My verse will begin with joy, with humor like sunshine through tired skies, roasting with love, joking with soul, bringing smiles to the faces that life forgot to cheer for a while. I will walk strong and tall not just in height, but in spirit unbent by harsh words. No voice will shrink me, no cruelty will cage me, for I will love myself in ways I once waited for others to. My verse will be hands that help. One day, when I can, I will lift those who sleep on cold pavements with empty hands and endless hope. I will give....quietly, fiercely, until dignity returns to every eye I meet. It will be a life lived on my terms, written in chapters of choice and courage. Independent not in solitude, but in soul writing my own path, even if the world draws maps I don’t wish to f...

 Two Sides of a Coin Every coin has two sides, so does life. Life flips a coin, it spins in air, Two sides glinting, bold and bare. No truth exists in just one light, Both day and dark complete the night. Where dreams may soar on wings of fire, Regrets may sit in cold attire. The sweetest song that hearts compose, Can end in silence, no one knows. Where joy may bloom in morning’s grace, Grief waits not far with solemn face. A laugh may echo down the lane, Yet tear and smile walk hand in hand with pain. Love may glow with passion bright, But hate can rise in shadowed night. A heart once warm may turn to stone, For every bond, some stand alone. To win is sweet, a crown well-earned, Yet loss is where true strength is learned. The taste of failure, sharp and deep, Wakes dreams that victory put to sleep. For every truth the tongue may tell, A lie may lurk, disguised too well. A friend may smile and shake your hand, Yet foes may walk in friendship’s brand. Truth may wear a shining mask, ...