-This Little Diya-

This Diwali

Don’t light up the sky

Instead, light a diya

I’ll tell you why –

This little diya

Burns so bright

Is small and tiny

But shines with all it’s might

This little diya

Is as small as can be

But once it is lit

The darkness flees

This little diya

Doesn’t just shine so bright

But it’s warmth and cheer

Brings love with it’s light

This little diya

Drives the darkness away

Good will and happiness

Is here to stay

So this Diwali

Don’t light up the sky

Instead, light a diya

Because now you know why.

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-Happy Diwali-

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-Is It Okay?-

Is it okay to fall?

Is it okay to get crushed?

Is it okay if we try our best & yet not succeed?

Is it okay to cry?

It is okay to break down?

Is it okay to hurt when he says he doesn’t cares anymore?

Is it okay to love?

Is it okay to hate?

Is it okay to feel love & hate simultaneously?

Is it okay to smile?

Is it okay to laugh?

Is it okay to feel happy when she says she likes you the most?

Is it okay to break free?

From the mould.

Is it okay to dream big because the sky ain’t high enough?

Is it okay to forget the bad days?

Is it okay to treasure the good ones?

Is it okay to live for a purpose & live each day like it is your last?

Is it okay to wish?

Is it okay to hope?

I guess it’s okay to believe & keep the faith going strong…

-The Old Mill-

Up on a hill,

Was a lonely mill.

The mill grew older,

As the days passed by.

Broken old windows,

And creaking old doors.

And the ceiling was filled,

With webs and holes.

Such was the state,

Of the old old mill.

One fine morning,

As the day was dawning,

A man came along,

To look at the mill.

Next day came a tractor,

And a big bulldozer,

And down came the mill,

With a crash, on the hill.

A sight to be dreaded!

And that was the end,

Of the old old mill.

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-The Nameless Poet’s Note-

This poem was written on 27th September 2005.

It was published in the Times of India – Student’s Edition!

– \m/ Peace Out \m/ –

-June! June! June!-

This is for June & all the summers it brings,
Wind chasing bells of a Church steeple ring,
Old songs of wedlock over top hat & lace,
‘Fore June passes torch to July’s scarlet face!

Tree’s are full jacket’s of multi-hue green,
The last pink magnolia leaf still can be seen,
There’s a breeze in the air, that carries a scent,
Of her sweet honeysuckle, fresh efflorescence.

This is for June & all the summers it brings,
Wind chasing bells of a Church steeple ring,
Old songs of wedlock over top hat & lace,
‘Fore June passes torch to July’s scarlet face!

– Frank James Ryan Jr –

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