Renee's Poetry

Life isn’t like a melody, But more like a piano song with a complex body. Life isn’t the like the alphabet, But more like numbers, with the reproduction set. Life isn’t like the sunshine, But more like the ups and downs like the sunset and sunrise. Life isn’t like fairytales, But more like the true accounts and tales. Life isn’t what you expect, But it’s better than to neglect. By neglect, I don’t mean stay all alone, But rather, wishing to be dead, down to the bone. Bad times, there’ll be some, But life is awesome!!! ~Renee

Maybe I’ll read a romance, Which will all start in the country of France. Maybe I’ll read some drama, Or a book about a llama. Maybe I’ll read some horror, Or the tale of a lost explorer. I’ll go exploring in the world of books, And maybe read a book for cooks. I’ll get lost in the story of a girl, Who could survive the wind’s mighty hurl. I’ll read the tale of brave Jack, Who was once trapped in a sack. I’ll read classics once in a while, For example, something like The Green Mile. I’ll read someone’s biography, Or I’ll study geography. I’ll be indulged in the book so much, That to awaken me, I would need a touch. This world, I’ll hang onto by hooks, Cause this is The World Of Books! ~Renee.

That little girl, had such tiny locks, That little girl, wore such itty-bitty crocs. That little girl, was so very meek, That little girl, many sweets she would seek. That little girl, had eyes filled with wonder, That little girl, would be scared of a little thunder. That little girl, was not that good at speaking, That little girl, found surprises and would be left peeking. That little girl, would sometimes be scared, That little girl, didn’t realise many people cared. That little girl, was not that worried about looks, That little girl, listened to many stories read to her from books. That little girl, knew almost nothing of the future, That little girl, thought she was a nearby watcher. That little girl, now is growing up, That little girl, now grown up, is writing this, sipping at her cup. ~Renee.

  Happiness, what really is it? People feel it when they get fit. Happiness, what does it mean? People feel it when their skills are seen. Happiness, is it easy to get? Not for the people, who like to fret. Happiness, are you there? Or can you not be seen, like air? Men find happiness in lives, In none other, than their wives. Happiness and love, is it one? Or is it chaos, roughly undone? I’m talking about happiness, by myself, For me, one of my joys is books on a shelf. Happiness is present in many forms, Sometimes, to find it, we have to go through life’s storms. Finding happiness is not so easy, Once we’re grown up and life’s not too breezy. People who find happiness quick, Are the ones who enjoy life and don’t worry too much about life’s burning wick. I don’t mean that we should be careless, Our emotions and feelings are already a meaningful mess. Bad times in life will leave scars, But that doesn’t we should be away from happiness, behind bars. So, in life, keep on searching, One

  In Diwali the house is at its best, It’s like there is it’s own little fest. Close by, my nani has many friends, They don’t have any broken bonds to mend. There are many AC’s for us, So we don’t make a big fuss. My nani makes many sweets, Just in time for all our meets. It was just my nana’s birthday today, It was wonderful you could say. Even though there is no backyard, There are plenty of flowers which my nani will guard. Sure, there are many buildings in the view here, But, the sunset visible to us, is dear. Luxurious in the house are the rooms, Where pretty decor looms. In the living room, there is a big painting, Because of it, the artist in me will ring. There are many photos, of childhood me, You won’t understand the beauty of the house until you come and see. Written by me in 2020. ~Renee.

My Dadi's house is so big, It's like there are many treasures to dig. Though here mosquitoes have made their home, There's plenty of space to run and roam. We went up to the highest point of the house one day, And a beautiful sight we saw, we could say. In the porch, there is a swing, In the morning, we can hear the birds sing. In total, there are upto 11 rooms, That also excluding the bathrooms. To believe, it's hard that's true, There are also many delicacies which my dadi will brew. Cats will also roam into our house, Even though, there is not a single mouse. First, there used to live a family of 5, A mom, a dad, a brother and two sisters were in this hive. I come here for the holidays, And I love this place in many ways. Written by me in 2020. ~Renee.

  We have different types of Gods Who are our lords Some are Hindu, Some Christian, Some Sikh, Some even the ones we don’t know Their names are Ganesha with a trunk Krishna who is blue And even Jesus Christ who died to save us We must have faith in God To see Him in our minds, Coz GOD created us! Written by me in 2018. ~Renee.

  I’m being lonely, with no friends and family, Sitting on a plain sand ground All the people who come around me give some money By just having some money I spend it on my food But this food is something that I don’t just need Its like biscuits and all that stuff. Having all of this I miss my family. Will I go to the orphanage or to my family? Will I go to the orphanage or to my family? I would rather think about all that the whole day I’ll be just lonely Because I’m just a blue girl. Written by me in 2018. ~Renee.