That Teary Smile

            That Teary Smile. 

The crumbling of leaves 

The wrinkles on their cheeks 

Are both symbols in themselves. 

You say you love your parents, 

Your parents tell you how much they love your grandparents, 

But what about those parents who don't have such presents? 

Playing chess, reminiscing old times,

Knitting sweaters, shedding tears like dimes. 

Its a daily routine they adapt with 

A life they thought was only a myth. 

The house is beautiful

Alas, the lack of life bores into the soul like thread into wool. 

You have people all around 

But they are not the ones you want to surround.

Feeling lonely even in a crowd

Urging to scream so loud. 

The children you toiled for

Didn't even turn around for a second more. 

Walking away leaving you, 

They don't even look back for the sake of happy days that now seem a few. 

Old age homes should never have been made, 

Relations would not be paid. 

Here I am presenting you with my first piece of writing. I wrote this for a poetry competition. It is inspired from the happenings in the Middle East, especially that in Syria. It is written from all those individuals’ perspectives,  who once lived a serene and calm life with no expectations of such a downfall. I hope you all enjoy reading this and comment by letting me know how I can improve and what you think of my idea.

A Little Hope

The moment seems to flow like molten tanzanite,

And the deep blue silence engulfs me.

Neither is there earth below nor sky above,

It’s just my breath, my heart beat and me.

Like the ray of sun shinning on the earth,

Like the taste of wet stone in the water,

Like a fish leaping on wet sand,

Like thirst drowned in a river bed,

Just a little hope of peace in the commotion still breathes.

Some sadness is a part of everyone’s life,

Some sunshine keeps everyone alive.

I want to be free like the wind,

My eyes are wet not without a reason,

They said every second is a new season.

The war has taken away the smiles,

It has broken the damn in everyone’s eyes.

Why do we always prove them right?

Do we have to make it a fight?

Let’s close our eyes and go back in time,

Flow freely like the river.

Let’s live the moment when our hearts were pure,

When no greed, no devil, no fear of omen could lure.

Let’s feel the peace we all have longed for all this time,

Let’s forget the past and make our future have a peaceful rhyme.

Hello everyone,

 I am Neha, a senior in high school who is aiming to get into medical school. I am a paradox of a person with a drive to write and pen down my feelings and thoughts. I enjoy writing poems, fictions, non-fictions and a combination of mostly everything that goes on around in my bizarre life! For those who are interested in reading inspiring poems then this is definitely your place.For those who want to read long fictional work then this is your place too!!I hope you enjoy reading and don’t hesitate to grace my work with your positive and negative comments.Hope you all begin your encouragement from this very post and comment on this with a positive feed back.