Rain, I love this day!!⛈☔

 Rain in itself is an emotion.

For some emotion of love and romance,

for others emotion of sadness by chance,

but for me, it's an emotion of calmness, I stance.

In those time of rain, 

electricity goes away,

cold winds began to slay.

Forcing me to say;

I love this day.

In those times of rain,

days seem to be dull

but the breeze acts as pull.

Plants began to swing,

as if in spring.

Forcing me to say,

I love this day.

Sitting by the window,

I am writing this info.

 I am so ecstatic

as well as calm.

That things seem to be pathetic,

along with some charm.

I was in delight,

until it was dazzling,

but now I am in such a plight

that I am frustrated with this storming.

It's raining heavily,

making things gravelly.

Still forcing me to say,

I love this day.

Now I'll have to clean up,

all the mess made by a cloudburst.

Still such was the case,

I could look at my face,

forcing me to say;

I love this day.

                  -Advaita Singh!

Love, as if just met!! {POEM}

 

They both were staring at night sky,

and tried to absorb the beauty of life.

They were into each other's thought,

when she wrote:

It had been long since we chat,

still we love as if just met.

For me he had been the moon of my life,

for him I had been the sky of the night.

He thought about the day,

I expressed my love towards night sky.

But it was today,

he understood with a relief sigh.

I remember his love towards silence,

he felt delicate.

But it was today I understood it's sensitiveness,

and wished for it again.

Silence of night is something we use to talk,

reminding how together we used to take a walk.

It had been long since we chat,

still we love as if just met.

                -Advaita Singh

Who stay's Happy? {poem}

Have you ever tried to understand happiness? Have you ever tried to observe the world? Have you ever thought about happiness? Here is a small understanding of mine regarding the way to stay happy. Let's read my scribbling {poem} without wasting any time!!!!👇

WHO STAY'S HAPPY!

There are kids playing happily on the ground,

There are women bitching about the crowd.

There is a teenager at her terrace on a call,

people say she has an affair.

But her plight was such that she is with her mom,

who works far in health care.

There is another girl who prefers solitude,

to be safe from people's words.

But people say she is self-obsessed,

and so do not talk with elders.

There is a lad who talks with everyone,

in search of his excerpt.

But people say he does not talk,

it's just a way to flirt.

There is another guy who knows about  people's words,

and so he stays mum.

But people say he has attitude,

because he has ton.

There is a person who takes note of everyone's bitching,

and tries to be away from their reaching.

He tries to make everyone happy,

still, there is someone who calls him sally.

That's how a world is cruel and harsh

since back bitching has always been their art.

It's just those who stay happy,

who prioritize themself and stay sassy.

It shouldn't be the people's words you feel right,

it should be your small achievement that makes you pride.

There are kids playing happily on the ground,

 and others bitching around.

                               -Advaita Singh

Listening to Heart ❤ !! {POEM}

Living a life of fantasy is such fun.

Once you give your life control to your heart,

you begin to enjoy it's every part.

At times listening to heart gives memories,

and you can spend your life with it's stories.

I lived my 10th grade in fantasy world of reality,

when I gave my life control to my feelings impatiently.

Something I'll never regret,

not even in the days of fret.

I was afraid to allow my heart's choice,

to prevent the regrets of future.

But this time it seems,

I won't be afraid of rumours.

Because it was a sweet dream,

after days of loneliness.

It was a miracle,

after days of sadness.

I will not regret those late-night chats,

and for the feelings which I may never get.

At times listening to heart be chaotic outside,

but inside it's calm.

At times it may be like a nightmare,

but always for charm.

At times it can even be hard,

but always for future warmth.

It was different since it was my first time,

or maybe he was different who made it right.

It can even be my mind,

Nevertheless, I loved the dream of my LIFE.

It's time for me to live the reality of life,

and leave the fantasy behind.

It's time to give back control to the brain,

after all, no pain means no gain.

Still, I am not done;

since living a life of fantasy is such a Fun.    

                                -Advaita Singh!                             

💙The day at my place!! {POEM}

                                                        💙THE DAY  AT  MY  PLACE

The day you were at my place,

maybe for a while.

It was the time

 when you sat by my side. 

We had a talk with a smile,

but all I wanted was just to hug you tight.

I asked you to tell your uncanny wish,

you regret about till day.

But you didn't know I did that so that,

I can hold your hand and say;

"I'll accept your side which is dark,

because for me you have always been an art."

An art with sparkling eyes,

filled with the glory of the mighty sky.

Art with an appealing smile

makes everything fine.

Art of poetry,

just like an unending story.

Soon went the hours from one to two, two to three,

forcing me to let you free.

Neither you were willing to leave,

nor I was wishing to let you go.

I caressed your eyes,

which were already looking at mine

filled with questions of " should I go?"

I wished to stop you there itself

and never let you do so.

You forwarded your hands in which I kept mine,

wishing to never leave them until the end of life.

But wishes can't be set in reality.

So within seconds, I set my eyes off You,

which wouldn't have allowed me to let you go.

Within seconds, I shuddered my hands off too,

something that you know.

Finally, we bid a bye,

having an appealing smile on our faces.

But deep inside with a cry,

it was a day you were at my place!!

                                -Advaita Singh