Simran Takkar

You soar,

High and low,

For times to come,

For the love to grow

You create memories,

Less or more,

For feeling alive,

For being besides,

those who love you.

You move on, walk and run,

Fast and slow,

For being unstoppable,

For letting yourself flow,

with the gush of wind,

with which life takes you along.

You become who you want to be,

Later or sooner,

For creating reality of awe, joy, love and peace.

You soar,

You roar,

All to satiate,

All to love life to the core.

Everyday it’s a day of energy, of love,

yet some despair, but more care.

It’s a journey, beautiful enough,

Yet a battle, some to be fought and some fought long enough,

As everyday counts,

today has come too to show you some new colours around,

So peep into your unconquered fears that may bound,

And let the world know you.

As you make the noise of success around,

Make it  so loud and so clear, that

Today and tomorrow, you have no regrets to bear. Picture credits- Aastha Vats (Instagram- @aasthavats09)

May the shimmering lights and candles lit on auspicious festivals brighten every day of your life,

May love always shines in your heart as bright as the glitter in your eyes, for your loved ones,

May your sweetest virtues create more vibrance and touch a trillion hearts.

May your lessons and smiles inspire a thousand minds,

May you power impact a million lives, in this one life of yours,

Love,

@StoicSimran

She had faith in herself and her deeds, but not in others. She flew with colours of happiness, Bloomed like merry flowers. She withdrew pain from people's roars of regret and guilt. She spread her wings at her will to reach her perfect dreams in heaven or hell. She lived a life of her own, unlike others and despite the loneliness which she called "solace".

The world might be all still someday but this girl will still go on and play with crayons of change forever, To make the impossible happen in the world of today. Photo credits- Painting by Sanskriti Singi, Insta @colour_dip_

A place full of noises, once lit now seems quiet and calm,

When burning cigratetes lose their charm,

When the smoke no more sets a burning alarm,

When lockdown hits, separating ties of blood and nature, that were once more pleasant and warm

When it gets gloomy and loneliness surrounds, when you see no crazy friends around.

A place full of noises, once lit now seems quiet and calm.

You are your own motivation, the need is to realize. Motivation is what propels you to act. Self is the greatest source of motivation. "You are limitless"

Happiness is hope, which kindles in your soul,

It starts from listening to the chirpy birds' in the morning,

To savoring the taste of tea,

Spending time with loved ones, being in the womb of nature,

That sweet conversation with your close friend,

That solitary and peaceful long walk in the evening,

Holding hands with the love of your life,

Tightly hugging your parents, and the pride for you in their eyes. This life is about and for,

Giving and receiving love,

enjoying the moments and

the little pleasures,

that endure your being throughout.

Stay happy and hopeful ! (Podcast In collaboration with Monalika Jain. Follow on Instagram @mj_rexords8 @rad_sunflower_ @stoicsimran)

We all doubt ourselves, 

This doubt,

It feels will cripple us,

But the need is to –

Accept this doubt.

For its okay to-

Doubt yourself.

It’s a part of learning life and yourself.

This act does not define you,

It is just a part of you.

You are that

Peck of Love,

Delightful Dove,

Drop of Life,

Ray of Sun,

Heartful Pray,

Intellectual Mind,

Peace and Pride,

Dynamic Time,

Evergreen Alpine,

Cool Breeze,

Fearless Fire,

Flow of Stream,

Sky Blue,

Nature's Beauty

And, Infinity

But First, Above All

A Beautiful You. And the key to stay beautiful is to stay humble! (Podcast In collaboration with Monalika Jain. Follow on Instagram @mj_rexords8 and @stoicsimran)

Life is not a problem to be solved but a game to be played. Enroute life,

The game,

No one tells,

How to play,

Good players?

Make memories,

One better than another,

Start with day one.

For they love to play,

Others, not living,

Choose just to stay,

Think life is dream,

Will it come true one day?

Yet both, being human,

A living sculpture,

Intact with Earth

Moulded by reckoning art and craft of words,

Since birth, they live,

Till lives breath,

Both players survive life,

Sad or happy, with

No cease,

Until the day,

Rest in peace.