She moves through the world
Always keeping her apt word
In various attires,
In various roles ..
She is the one
Who is responsible for that shining son
In glory ahead of the curve
Don’t you think something she deserves?
Considering a day
Naming it as women’s day
Is not just fair
By gifting a solitaire
That day, and vilifying on the others
Inside, She too possesses those colours
Colours of love and hatred
Colours for all those rewards she deserves, of those times she made you elated
She is the one who lets you live
And more than that, how to love the life, you live
Most of the times
She has enjoyed those bitters
Coating them with honey
Praying for their bunny..
She stays brawny
Even in her darkest hours of misery
For she never wants anyone to be disconsolate
Her being the reason of the state ..
Rising with her wings
Making sure, she has provided everything all through the springs ..
She has made a mark
Gearing in the dark
To shine in the gleaming light
For she equally deserves the rights
In spite of living in this so called female “dominated society”
She never demands anything from her buddy
Yet she favours, firmly
To believe in gentle neutrality
For not just women’s
But even men’s
Day should be especially celebrated
But each day, both of them should be equally respected !
Without any discrimination
Without any ratio in their evaluation ..

-GUNEEV KAUR

Siblings
Who never get tired of any dribbling
With not just a ball
Yet even with all those weird dolls
Despite our gender
Happiness, we never forget to render ..
Amidst our daily thousands of fights
Everywhere we turn on all the lights
Aren’t ever in the dark of one another’s fact
Love is poured in us, well in contact!
Our slaps are more than genuine
We are ever ready to give each other’s complaint to mommy; all the time…
Jokes being on the cart
Books being in the heart
Similarities infinite
Love more than any infinite ..
Being the elder one
Of about a decade
Zillions of responsibilities being on my head, as a fact
Yet on them I perform intact
You being my life
I promise that our love will always rife!

-GUNEEV KAUR

Exam
It has truly starting ringing our alarms
From our previous elusive schedules to study
Yet now we stopped playing with our buddy!
Asking the books to recollect within ourselves
Without bothering ownself to bother, to pick it from the shelves
Is actually impossible ..
The online excuses of not being audible
Are off from now
As there is none to escape us to whom we can shout a ‘wow’

“Myriads of things,
Yet no where close to having angel’s wings”
There cried one
Who was sure enough, for nothing being done
Fear of exams upon the head
This Covid is advised to take the shed
Whatever it may be
We are going to schools whatever a year full of break,
exams are its opening key!

Exams would be great, as we all are zealous
Possessing none to compel us
Do your best, give your best
He is there to look upon the rest!
Wishing you all the best,
It’ll give to get progressed….

-GUNEEV KAUR

India
Is all alike a beautiful galleria
Having so many states
Always welcoming with open arms at their gates
One nation
Thousands of creations
Be it that culture
Or the agriculture
These for Indians
Are not things or jobs
But feelings and emotions
Which have always led India to its promotion
Be it that east
Or west
Insides are identical
Making our land more and more ethical
Where red tapism isn’t followed at all
Because we are the people of a single stall
Be it that Hinduism
Or Sikhism
Religions do not disunite peeps
Rather as the reason for the unison, it creeps
Be it that Diwali
Or Holi
Everyone quite a well derive pleasure in a group
Throwing the other nations for a loop
Our holy sand
Is not just our motherland
But more the God
Which is protecting us from the day and night’s odds
Unity being the asset
Strength being the sweat
Proud enough to whoop
No nation can ever let you taste a better soup
Than India
Which believes euphoria
Known to have infinite names
Possessing a single aim
Unity unity unity
In diversity!!

-GUNEEV KAUR

As it roars,
It shakes all the doors
As it wanders,
Tremble all those innocent novices
As it strikes forward,
Tears strike across the face of a coward
As it runs
Nerves turn blue, heart starts to sink, blood lowers…
OMG! Will it kill me
Yet unless you aren’t the delinquent, it passes with glee
The King highness
Shakes the entire area, not just that jungles
Not because
He is massive enough or fast at pace
But because he has in himself
The virtues of ownself
Keeping himself protected
And the entire quarter shielded
The King highness
Passes, roars and walks…..
Being the king
He’s just people’s king
Having the right to protect his own wing

To be the king
You must have the endow of sing
Not a song
But something way long
You must believe in self consciousness
As it improves your own self
To be the king
Follow the King highness, there can never be a better bling!

–GUNEEV KAUR

Life is massive race,
Race that is hard to be accomplished, if we keep going on our pace..
Who knows from where it begins
It contains so many skins.
People bet
And respite

Life is His grace
Yet now a rat race…
Everyone in hurry
Filled with tons of worry!
Lies in galore
Which at times make your inner lion roar!

Life is a benediction
Hey reader!are you comparing it with your fiction.
I do,
Because I know somewhere it’s true
At the source, maybe at the mouth
Which lies where? In its own house

Life is active
Alike it wants everyone not to be tedious; rather attractive
Gorger is respected
Not that always he is genuflected
But because he is active
And for people makes him tractive!

Life is even fragile
Your task being, to also be agile.
To not to chuck it away, thinking the grime
Truly it’s your prime
From initial day
Accompanied…to a long way!

Life is beautiful
You yourself have to make it more suitable
Mustering the golds,
Not for the purpose of cajoles
Yet purpose of itself
And your ownself

Life is pretty soft
With our own hands, we make it more hot
Eliciting the J’s from us
It definitely can take us away from all the fuss
Without being an apathy
For later you sake sympathy!

Remember
Not to blast your temper
On pettiness
Leading yourself in gaining foolness
Life is quite a Phew!
Easy to pass thru!!

–GUNEEV KAUR

Enveloped in feathers covered by hope
To which follows a lengthy rope!
In the sky filled with a lot many heinous
Jealous by others’ success yet there exists the factor of heterogeneous
Who fervently tackle the obstacles
Without any botheration to injure their ankles
Yet from years, the story remains the same
Which enables us to gain the fame!
After constant watering, there grows that tiny seed to a well shaped plant
It grew, because there lied hope, not to try even a decant.
Poor ant crawling with a hope on ground
For finally, with the food, she gets crowned
Poor us fighting with the battle of Covid
Are full of hope and vigour to make it eroded.

Hope is not a bliss!
But something to which you get fascinated to kiss.
Hope is not a power!
But something gained by everyone in handful of shower.
Hope is not an energy!
But something which demolishes from you; lethargy.
Hope is not serendipity!
But something that owns your dignity.
Hope is not a grace!
But something which in us, has acquired a massive space.
Sailor sails with a hope to reach their destination
Pilot flies with a hope to clinch the border of another nation
Students study with a hope to succeed in examination with flying colours
And we fight with a hope to hit the covid to enjoy our supper

Because
In the ray of hope
There doesn’t exists
Any fear
Any shiver
Any weakness
As it is itself unknown to any atrocious!!

–GUNEEV KAUR

Taking the baby steps
We pour ourselves into
A new era
Filled with excitement
And contentment

A new era,
A new life
Which is expected
To be really full of life
For ourselves to enjoy

A new life,
A better life
Better in all senses
Better in sayings and doings
From head to toe
Right to left

A better life,
A new inning
Closing the doors of vain
For us to breathe ourselves
The smell which
Can’t be inhaled from anywhere else

A new inning
For a new year
Not just to win the match
But to win ourselves
Not to show others
But our own self
To teach the meaning of anything and everything

New year has started
Despairs have departed
Closing the doors of vain
We hope the light to flow
Serendipity to grow !

Happy Near Year!

GUNEEV KAUR

Christmas
Jingle bells, jingle bells
X mas is arriving enveloped in its beautiful smell
Paving its way
Admist the dangerous somersaults, it spreads its unique spray
Filled…. euphoria and bliss
For us not to hiss!
You and I, entire year, wait for it
So as our expectations do not go in vain; not even a bit
Santa wrapped in his red outerwear
So much does he possess to share
His presence glitters the sky
Wanting ourselves to fly high and enjoy with our own eye
Tiny tots await their presents
Which makes their day more pleasant
Keeping their socks ready,
They sleep with a teddy
Of Santa’s shape and size
Believing, likewise he’ll shower them with more surprises
Trees get decorated
Extinguishes that filthy hatred
Leaves shine with pride
“It’s my day” in contentment one of them cried
Beautiful star over its head
More attraction to it adds the colour red.
The smell of Christmas starts weeks before,
Fragrance in galore
At everywhere and anywhere
For that itching starts in our own hair.
Some wait for vacations
Whilst, the others; for celebrations
For its the perfect time to care and share
Oh yeah! Also to sit on the rattling chair.
We celebrate Jesus’ birth
With love and glory, who in abundance blessed us on this Earth
Carols and prayers drizzle out from our mouths
As it’s the festival that possesses the spirituality in those clouds!
Having its own historic glory
The festive spreads the message of harmony!!

–GUNEEV KAUR

If a rose could speak
Her words would have been so antique
Answers would have been in the question itself
Coz she’s no less than an elf
Which produces a magical spray
Which forever, would stay
Essence filled…
Fragrance filled…

If a rose could speak
Her body could have been unwrapped; so sleek
Not by us
But by her, herself; without any cuts
I die to witness
From inside and know the reasons of her fitness
For which she, herself could have told
Fervently, with eyes wide open would have I listened!

If a rose could speak
She could have shared all that she had endured; unique
May be I could have written her biography
Or maybe traced her voice in my own way of videography!

If a rose could speak
She would have already been declared the best without any critique
With the queues around
As the queen would have she been crowned

If a rose could speak
She would also eat, in a manner, very meek
How scrumptious!
She or the food, of course then the food would create a rumpus!

If a rose could speak
I could go berserk!
Looking at her…listening to her…
Fo she’s actually the gem!
Might she could go in dismay
Listening all the sorrows in the world today
It would have been so hard to see her crestfallen
Alike the crying dolphin.

If a rose could speak
Everything else happening could have been written in Greek.
One could really get invigorate,
Without any fear of getting hit!!

–GUNEEV KAUR