Diya Alwani

 When a spirit departs from its physical existence and disconnects from this external world, it transcends the illusory and enters a realm of reality. This realm is a place illuminated by pure light and profound truth, a light that all of us will eventually reunite with or of which we are an integral part. In this ethereal space, a melodious serenity and gentle tranquility prevail. Here, falsehood and violation hold no sway, and interaction as we know it ceases to exist. Each spirit revels in its solitary existence, experiencing a harmonious tranquility that was never attainable while bound within the confines of the material world with its hypocritical souls. It's a world where no one intrudes upon another's peaceful sanctuary, where positivity envelops each spirit. In this heavenly realm, spirits bask in the warmth of an unconditional love, a love emanating from the very fabric of positivity itself. Such blissful surroundings are a stark contrast to the tumultuous and negativ

 "Harmony," in its true essence, is like a symphony where all the instruments play together in perfect unison, creating a beautiful and peaceful melody. It's a state of being in sync with the world around us, fostering positivity and growth in our lives. We understand that life is a series of changes, and for every action, there's a reaction. To keep this harmonious flow, we must learn to overcome obstacles gracefully, not through force but with assertiveness. This means we approach challenges with a sense of self-assuredness rather than aggression, maintaining the delicate balance of this rhythmic motion. The initial spark that sets this harmonic motion in action is love. Love is the force that fuels the engine of harmony. Just a single act of love, a kind gesture, or a heartfelt word can initiate this beautiful process. It's like sending out a ray of love that travels from us and touches someone else, setting in motion a chain of positive events that propel our

Certainly, let's dive a bit deeper into the concept of admiration and its profound effects on our lives. When we meet someone new, we often subconsciously evaluate them based on their appearance and demeanor. It's a natural human instinct, and it can set the tone for how we interact with them. These initial impressions can influence our behavior, sometimes without us even realizing it. We might adopt certain characteristics or habits we admire in others, aspiring to be more like them. However, admiration shouldn't be limited to the surface. It's not just about admiring a person's outer qualities but also about understanding their journey, their struggles, and the experiences that have shaped them. By doing this, we can appreciate their worth, even if it's hidden beneath the surface. This approach encourages empathy and compassion, which are vital for building meaningful connections. In a broader sense, we should extend our admiration beyond individuals to encomp

In a tough world, a man's story is told, With heavy expectations, a burden to hold.  Not just by money, their worth shouldn't be sold,  They're more than what traditions often unfold Men also have battles, they hide them away, Always being strong, their feelings they don't display. Crying seems like weakness, in life's tough array, But beneath their strong exterior, emotions might play. To be a father, brother, and husband strong,  In their hearts, they know where they belong.  For respect and love, they quietly stand,  In the struggle to prove, they're a caring hand. In a world of silent battles fought,  Where tears are hidden, lessons taught. Men strive for love, for family's good,  In misunderstood roles, their strength withstood. Invisible battles, they silently wage, A role well-played at every life's stage.  Resilient hearts, enduring and strong, Men prove their love in actions all along.   In a world where women are praised and adored,  Let's

Merry, Cherry, it's month of May, It's here to bring joy and to play! The awaited vacations starts today, To make the most of the passing day! To visit our granny and to say, Please comb my hair and blow that hay! Merry, Cherry, it's month of May, To travel the ocean and to stay! To hide the treasure in bundle of hay, And to play till the evening when sun runs away! The books to repeat and never give away, Upon our shelves they'll always stay! Merry, Cherry, it's month of May, To learn new things in pretty sweet way! It's time for the flip flops to be awake, And the ice-pops, to  come our way! But now it's time to go home and to say, A sad goodbye to all our play!

Admire the bliss, Of the pretty ocean. The expansive surface With unending mysteries  beneath the boundlessness. Think about the ocean, if they too get rid of flowing? Settled well, in list of sacrifices, they can barely wait, long enough to feel the vibe. The ocean, I assume, are flowing, as they are aware that, even if they wish hard for something, and strongly bond with something, they won't be able to drop the course....

 Her beauty is, Her sustenance. Nature's beauty  Is a true romance. In all those birds Chirping again, And the flowers, Blooming in the rain. In all the trees with the green smile, lies the beauty in every mile. To the person  down the sea, That seeks the beauty, in the garden bee. You're the one, Oh! so sweet, More than the honey  that you eat. In the sky That's so high, You admire the charm Like glitter in the eye. You are the one With lots of love Admiring the beauty of that white dove. You're the one Perfect for this world, And the sun For the unloved.

The mornin' sky that's so high, the winds come by like a sweet stimuli. I wonder why I can't fly, Admiring the birds that chirrup nearby. Blue blue sky that looks so shy, where the hidden mysteries lie, and glooms the passion  in my eye. Sky is full of wonder and flies and the sun that  rises nice. The little bird that tries and sigh, to fly in the ether that's so high. Now it's time to say goodbye and to admire the wonderful sky. The following poem has also been published in THE MIRELLA Anthology published under the dream world publications.  To purchase the book tap on >>> MIRELLA

Amidst the realm of colors, pure and bright, Lies a hue that enchants with its gentle light. White, the language of beginnings anew, Where love and hope intertwine and grew. A symphony of stillness, a quiet retreat, In its embrace, the world finds peace so sweet. Unveiling a serenity, calm and serene, White, the embodiment of dreams unseen. A winter's kiss on landscapes fair, Blankets of snow in the crisp, cold air, White, the artistry of nature's hand, A creation of grace across the land. In the canvas of art, white takes its place, A blank page's promise, an artist's embrace, White, the birthplace of imagination's flight, Where thoughts and visions take their height. Yet, white's not empty, nor void of hue, It holds the colors of the world in its dew, A prism of potential, where rainbows arise, White, the palette from which creation flies. Oh, luminous white, mystic hue, Stories and wonders come into view. A symbol of unity, simplicity's grace, In your emb

Let us serve our duty, to save the environment's beauty Let us pledge to reveal, that unrevealed pleasing scent, of the wet grass And the blissful wind playing among themselves. The colors of those pretty flowers  hidden under those grey shades. Let us open our eyes and be awake  to observe those green shades, and to hear the ripple of the flowing stream. Let us all vow, to let flowers bloom with grace, to let winds be full of joy, to fill the wet grass with the fragrance,  to make the water dance with contentment,  to make the stars shine with delight,  to paint the sky full of rainbows filled with pleasure. And let us promise everyday  with great intent,  To take good care of Our Environment.

The night carries, all those scars, left by the day, all those wounds, not yet healed, all those retained whispers, filled with joy, all those favours,  that gave a chance, all those regrets, of the missed chances, all those sacrifices, done for good, all those stars, that change their way, and all those hopes, for a new day...

  Teacher, the school's best hire, Never should, they retire. They encourage me To learn and create, Their teaching style Is a wonderful trait. They're sensitive and smart, And I knew that, from the start. They cared for me all along the way  And inspire me even today. In their presence, we truly thrive, They shape our future as we strive. A force of inspiration, strong and free, Teachers empower us to be all we can be. They taught me to explore, And brought my talents to the fore. They're the rainbow for me  They made me the best I could ever be.

HE: The Hero of my House  He's the one who breaks my dolls, Yet picks me up whenever I fall. One who thinks it’s cool to be bad And is crazy and makes me mad. All I do is shout at this brat, Chase him like a kitten chasing a rat. He never says he loves me a lot, Forgetting that I'm the older tot. Always on a mission to make me laugh With the jokes that are too low-class.. I borrow his T-shirts without consent, And make my face, that looks innocent.  I am caught in an endless strife, Chaos that reigns through-out my life. He's like a mosquito, irritatingly swell, But brightens my mood with a humorous spell. You're such a cheeky, devil I claim, Leaving my anger to rise in flame. Oh my little brother, you can be a jerk, You manage to ruin all my hard work. But cheers to my partner, in the crime, My brother with whom, my bond will shine. 🤍

The rose in my pretty garden, seems to be smiling and being nurtured with all the positivity around it. I didn't knew that it may grab my heart someday, in that dark night, under the moonlighting and those scattered stars. That perfect glaze of the white light on those red petals seems to attract every eye around my garden. Oh dear! it catches me through its scent and through its adorable beauty. The bud in its core seems to hug the petals with all its heart and all its love, as though it will retain the bond forever and ever. My darling flower, catches my heart with that peaceful liberty of its terminating petal. Look at it, so free and away from the tyranny. My dear, I heard it's voice, so pleasing, so soothing. Telling me to come closure and give it a refreshing touch. That firefly giving it a glow, the glow to reflect love and be full of sentience. The rose seems to blush as it knows, it is the only beautiful lady of my little garden and is standing still at its place, show

You are perfect  the way you are. You can be perfect  the way you want to be. Those secret admirers, will still admire you. Don't waste your time,  getting that shitty attention, from the outside world. Everything that's good, lies inside you. Embrace yourselves  'coz neither your friends, nor those harmful relatives, are gonna appreciate your hard work. You do, therefore you get. You must value yourself. Enjoy every moment,  and change yourself  for your desires. Your latent talent, will reveal resolutions soon.  Let your souls be sacred for your spirit and be the perfect one,  in this imperfectly perfect world. The following poem written by me is also published in the anthology " BE THE ONE " compiled by Ranjna Jah under Ink Zone publications. (Tap on the above word BE THE ONE to get a hardcopy of the book)  

Have you ever considered the analogy of a prism reflecting colors to illustrate how humans reflect their identities? The word 'Human' reminds us of the bunch of energies existing in a concise form. This energy reflects something when in contact with any other form of energies. Human reflects his nature when interacts with any other entity present in this world and this reflection is always different with different entities whether it be of same scientific specie. The bond a person shares with another is different from person to person and this is where he is known to reflect according to the situation or according to the reciprocity with the entity around him. He acquits as a spectrum full of discrete recognition. To be compatible with others, we need to change our ways of interaction, which further helps in an uncomplicated livelihoods. There is no harm to interchange our identities as it is the part of our survival and we  need to accept and acclaim it. A human does not suffe