Samiksha Blogs

POEM                                     What is beauty? Every time whenever someone used to pass me a compliment I used to question myself "What is beauty?" Is it my face or my skin? Or is it the smile I pass to every human being? It used to puzzle me for hours and hours Comparing beauty with sweet and sour But without any conclusion I used to lie Thinking that without being answered one day I will die For no reasons why I still used to smile Wondering that the word "beauty" was never mine But then finally time judged me out Clearing ,my questions and all my doubts And brought me a conclusion that... Happiness being whole "Beauty" was just a fraction Afterwards I used to smile and I used to giggle Ways to happiness I used to Google For I wanted to be the happiest person And to establish beauty as my new better version.

              Red Color The world may be dull without the color red , I hate it because it is the color every month I shade  Red may suit the best in me, But it is limiting me from being free Those five days I hate them the most I can't skip those cramps at any cost You cannot even imagine how it feels to be a girl Like the world snatched your way to your dreams and gave you some way of curls I want to scream and I want to cry Backache is so painful that to smile you can't even try The stomach ache makes me almost dead Why just to bear these pains girls are made? Why just to bear these pains girls are made? I hate red rose and I hate red gown The bloody red blood has always put all girls down I wish to remove the red from the whole world But six-colored rainbow sounds so dull