Allsorts

Oh holes, oh holes
the more you dig the more you find
But be careful there’s someone very mean
coming out tonight.

The winter sky unfolds in silver lace,
A hush drifts low and settles on the ground.
The world slows down its long and hurried pace,
As frost paints every leaf it’s softly found.
The moon hangs pale, a lantern in the cold,
Its glow a whispered promise in the air.
The trees stand patient, ancient, stoic, bold,
Their branches etched like scripture, clean and bare.
Snowflakes wander down in drifting dance,
Each one a fleeting jewel, a breath, a spark.
They land like secrets offered by chance,
Bright constellations blooming in the dark.
The wind moves through the night with gentle grace,
A storyteller humming low and deep.
It weaves through chimneys, touches every place,
And rocks the silent rooftops into sleep.
Yet in the stillness, warmth begins to grow —
A candle’s flame, a laugh behind a door.
For winter, though it brings the hush of snow,
Reminds us what our hearts are burning for.
So let the season wrap the world in white,
A quiet crown the earth is proud to wear.
For winter’s cold reveals a deeper light —
A beauty born from silence, crisp and rare.

A cuddle a day
keeps your trouble at bay

A hug at night
makes everything right.

So I’m sending these hugs
to help you cope.

To give you some love
and to bring you some hope

The wind felt colder,
and the dirt didn’t know my name.
I left behind the streets where my shadow once belonged
When the skies split open,
I fled
through barbed wire and empty hands,
until someone offered a blanket,
a card that said I was here,
and a place to sleep beneath foreign stars.
Now I stand in lines,
waiting for a hand to offer me the next step,
my heart pulling between the past and the present,
wondering when to grieve, when to move forward.

Being mixed is so difficult
That’s what people don’t get
They look at my face and start making bets

Are you Mexican? Spanish?
They ask like it’s fine
Guessing my race like it’s some sort of game all of the time

One boy even asked me
Like it was funny or smart
Are you white chocolate or dark from the start?”

I laughed it off but inside it didn’t feel quite right
Why am I compared just to colours black and white

I don’t get mad but it’s tiring
Explaining again and again
Why do I owe them my story
Just so they can understand

Being mixed is so difficult
But I won’t hide or quit
This is who I am and I’m proud of every bit!

Bully after bully,
Day after day,
They bullied me in every way.
No remorse for me, didn’t even say sorry.

On my way home I saw a bird,
I just stood there, didn’t say a word.
When I got home, my mind was in a clutter,
Could I do that, when I’m older?

Twenty years later, in my thirties,
Still in my head, all the memories,
I wanted to fly, I was not lying,
I was about to go paragliding.

As I was climbing, I got butterflies,
What if I fall, what if I cry?
I told myself that I am okay,
I decided to do it anyway.

At the top, in my suit,
About to let myself loose,
The worry flew away,
My eyes blinded in the sun’s ray.

I jumped off the cliff,
The wind gave me a lift,
This was the key,
I was finally free.

In these wonderful meadows and forests where birds sing a chorus
And deer walk side by side while the sun beams with pride.
Where bunnies come out of their burrows
To come and play with the squirrels
And bees feed on wild flowers growing against the weeds.
Then you hear the wild cry of a wolf at night
But no need to be in fright
For only those pure at heart
Can love these wild places from the start.

I played badminton as if it was just a game,
but I got better at it,
bit by bit.
We shifted from Jodhpur to Bangalore and I started a class!
I got really good,
yet I left!
But I still did my best.
It was all because of studies.
I still play with my friends and family,
thought not my sister,
she can be a tad bit too lazy.
Badminton always gives me confidence,
and when I win, the whole world just makes sense to me!
The sport of happiness and dedication is
Badminton!!!

It makes you move to the beat,
And also makes you tap your feet.
It helps you express,
It really is the best,
And nothing less!

You can dance, sing and play,
but there are no limitations,
you can choose your own way.
There are a million possibilities,
But it ,of course, has a lot of hard work,
day by day!

I dance, sing and play the keyboard,
For two years,
almost three,
I am sure I can do better,
But the process is not as smooth as butter,

And that,
is music!!!!!!!!

The bones crackling

They will hunt you everyday

They know where you live