A glimpse of moon

  Also, check out my Youtube channel, do subscribe :)  -  Harshita Solanki     My love for you is unconditional At times, it is so cold, It makes me shiver from head to toe. That I freeze and can only remember your face, And the thought of you leaves me numb for days. - At times, it is so warm, Like finding comfort in a storm. That I sweat in that love’s heat, From my shiny hair to my almost tanned feet. - At times, it turns as dark as a moonless night, When you are not around because of a silly fight. That I keep on reading conversations so old, And in my head, I cannot lose your hold. - At times, it turns as pretty as a rainbow, That the world appreciates from its window. That I feel so full of colors and light, I touch the rainbow, irrespective of its height. - At times, it makes me want to smile, For me, you have travelled an extra mile. That I am obliged and I feel that I owe you, People that shower unconditional love like you, are very few.     ...

  Also, check out my Youtube channel, do subscribe :)  -   Harshita Solanki What does beauty mean? Nor it is how pretty we’ve always been Neither having an attractive face and being mean. Beauty comes from within, But not when you have committed a sin. A sin of calling people ugly, Because of their skin tone. Because of their invisible collar bone. Because of their saggy skin. Or because of their double chin. I don’t know Why do we characterize beauty by face, There is no winner of this race, if this stays the case. Beauty should be characterized by values, Emotions, feelings, confidence and virtues. Beauty is the sun, water, sand and air, Beauty is laughter, love, tears and care. It is a feeling, an emotion, a perception, But if you don’t know what is actually means, Please don’t reach to conclusions. Beauty is brightness of   summer, And the chills of   winter. The dryness of   autumn, And the droplets of   monsoon. Beauty is ...

  A poem Also, check out my Youtube channel, do subscribe :)  -  Harshita Solanki What does a poem mean to you? A paragraph of words quite few. Well for me, it’s my place of solace, The pen, the paper, grudges and pace. I express myself in my poems, Do you hear them? My scary burns. I pen down my feelings, emotions & gratitude, How hard is it to wake up with a positive attitude. A poem to me is like my mate Who tells me, “You write this because it’s your fate.”

  TEACHERS Also, check out my Youtube channel, do subscribe :)  -  Harshita Solanki THANKYOU! For being the right person at the right time, For helping us grow and outshine.   You play a huge role in making us What we are today, For which I don’t know how to pay.   For showing us care of a mother, And strictness of a father.   For scolding us when we went wrong, For making us learn poems like songs.   For all the important advices, Thanks for everything, to be precise.   You have been a great support, And making things easy by explaining in short. THANKYOU!   For not giving up on us ever, For giving us blessings that will stay forever.   For not being tired of teaching the whole day, For pulling us out of trouble and showing us a way.   We will always cherish, All the trips, functions and games, Will always love you for the same. THANKYOU!   For calmly handling the notorious ones, For scolding ...

10 BEST POEMS OF RABINDRANATH TAGORE Also, check out my Youtube channel, do subscribe :)  -  Harshita Solanki   1. WAITING The song I came to sing Remains unsung to this day. I have spent my days in stringing And in unstringing my instrument.   The time has not come true, The words have not been rightly set Only there is the agony, Of wishing in my heart.   I have not seen his face, Nor have I listened to his voice. Only I have heard his gentle footsteps, From the road before my house.   But the lamp has not been lit, And I cannot ask him into my house. I live in the hope of meeting with him, But this meeting is not yet.     2. FRIEND Art thou abroad on this stormy night On the journey of love, my friend? The sky groans like one in despair.   I have no sleep tonight, Ever and again I open my door and look out on The darkness, my friend!   I can see nothing before me. I wonder where lies the path!   ...

Friends Also, check out my Youtube channel, do subscribe :)  -  Harshita Solanki From friends to family, It is a very long journey.   Including all the laughter and tears, Summing up the insecurities and fears   Who is a friend? The one who pushes you to do better, The one who gathers you up, when shattered.   The one who prioritizes you, The one who appears out of the blue.   You don’t search for them specifically, They just show up their face slyly.   Remember those summer and winter vacations? When a month seemed like a long duration. Because I just wanted to see my friends, Virtual hugs were the only things I could send.   Remember those night stays? Where we drank water and pretended to be drunk, Also, the late night gossips and class bunks.   It has been months which seem like years now, And I haven’t seen my friends.   ‘I miss them’ would be too less to say, Because their presence makes me gay. ...