Memories

Times gone by, words said and left unsaid
Will remain locked in a nook of my head
Pictures get lost, friends fade away
But memories forever stay

The smiles we've shared,
The fights we've fought
The times we've dared
The awkward glances we've caught

The memories made
The memories yet to be made
The journeys taken
The solemn promises broken
The countless secrets kept
Heavy tears wept
The friendships knitted
And all the sins committed

One fine day, I'll remember all
Till then I'll keep my memories locked between four walls.

Oct 7, 2015

RS

A Tribute To My Mother

Some days when I feel low,
The days when I have had a row,
My shining light saves me from sorrow,
Warmth, love and happiness from her I borrow.....

She has taught me how to go about life,
Ever present during sunny days or strife,
She has always treated me as royal,
Nurtured as a newly planted seed in soil....

I am the man I am because of her today,
My true guardian this ever-present light,
Warm and joyful during the day,
A portrait of calmness and peace at night...

My guardian, my guide...
Always by my side...


RS
Aug 1, 2014

Bird With A Broken Wing

I am a bird with a broke wing,

Hurt and unable to sing.

I lie down in despair,

In desperate need of repair,

Hoping for somebody to come and care.

I am unable to grace the wind,

To this dirty earth i am pinned.

Now I can only dream,

To touch the sky,

To happily soar,

The thrill of the wind made me roar.

I wish I would have seen where I was going,

I wish I had a way of knowing,

If I didn't have crashed into a tree,

There wouldn't have been a happier bird than me.

Forests

With all it's beauty and all it's might,

It makes up for an astounding sight.

We need to stop exploiting it please,

So we can rest under the canopy of trees.

It is a place for shelter,

A provider of food,

Us humans to it, can be sometimes so rude.

It has it's own aura,

It is engulfed in peace,

Only to be disturbed by the buzzing of bees.

The chirping of birds,

The clattering of leaves,

In a corner, a spider weaves.

At night, the owl hoots,

The snake hisses,

While ants go on exploring the underground riches.

Life in a forest goes round and round,

It's scenic beauty holds everyone spellbound.

rohan sehgal

22.04.2013

Passion....

I once gave up my passion,
I made a mistake,
I started following dreams which were fake.
I forgot what was important,
I did not realize,
What I was doing was full of lies.
My passion was stuck in a nook of my brain, 
I wasn't able to find it and I was going insane.

Once I had found it, I didn't let it go,
I held onto it in my highs and lows.
My passion to me was what ice cream is to a child,
It was irresistible and it made me wild.
It made me confident,
I held my head high,
Without it, It felt like I had dropped out of the sky.
I follow my passion,
I go to wherever it leads,
My passion is enough to fulfill my needs.


Rohan Sehgal
april, 16, 2013

Winter Days

In the morning cold,
I wake up for school in despair,
Shivering in the room and combing my hair.
I look out the window,
nothing I see,
nothing but the faint shadow of the banyan tree.
everything is engulfed in the morning mist,
I pull my sweater upto my fist.
The only warmth I get is from my heart that beats,
constantly, in a rhythm and keeps me adrift.
I walk down the stairs in utter pain,
wondering if the school had gone insane.
Troubling young kids on winter days,
"It's all for own benefit", my mother says.
I keep my head down,
I go to school,
Wondering If I just had been made a fool.
My friends and I, sit in the horrible state.
In pain, sorrow and despair.
Coming to school on winter mornings.
We all completely hate.

A Ray of Hope

In a country laden with poverty, violence and corruption,
people distraught, fighting to survive,
Festivals lighten the mood and help us revive.

When we open our newspapers in the morning,
Scams, murders and what all cover the pages.
People feel the country has no scope,
But we strong Indians live on hope.

We live in a country with a strong heritage,
To be a part of it, is a great privilege and
each festival brings love, prosperity and joy,
People unite to celebrate and enjoy.

Be it Christmas, Diwali or Eid,
The enthusiasm we Indians show is unmatched indeed.
Forever these festivals live,
Warmth to the poor and lonely they give.

They brighten up the world,
make it a happier place,
they help bring back a smile to the face.