By: Aditi Anumolu
A book sits quietly on the shelf
Filled with secrets that it keeps to itself
Its pages whisper softly and low
Telling stories and tales that only it knows
Each word is a key to a new world
Filled with wonders that twirl and swirl
Any human would be curious
Drawing thoughts in that are mysterious
Each page turned fills a gap in time
Its stories ring like a gentle chime
Adventures start to bloom within each line
The pages in the books start to shine
By: Aditi Anumolu
The aroma of coffee always lulls me awake
It's a gentle warmth with every sip I take
I love the steam as it curls
Dancing like tiny wisps in swirls
The warmth is like an embrace
A quiet calm in a small space
Each moment makes me long to stay
But I know that the world will whisk me away
As the coffee drains away
I rush out in a pace that is fast
The calm I held cannot stay
I leave sad that the moment is now in the past
By: Aditi Anumolu
Soft pitter patters upon my windowsill
A rhythm that is quiet and still
Each drop is a tear from the sky
A gentle whisper that is drifting by
It turns the streets into flows
Turning the world into something new
Reflecting lights in countless rows
Each drop a new hue
The world is calmer
With gentle smooth light
Turning the feelings warmer
I embrace the peace in the night
By: Aditi Anumolu
The comfort of food always lasts
A taste of sweet and sour on the tongue
A warmth that the heart takes to the past
Turns a memory from when we were young
When the days feel heavy to bear
There is always a home cooked meal there
It is a guide into the warmth
A piece of comfort that is full of worth
Steam rising from the pots on the stove
The kitchen filled with love
Each bite is like a hug
Each sip is like a smile that is snug
By: Aditi Anumolu
The ground disappears
As I plummet into emptiness
My heartbeat pounds in my ears
As I’m swallowed into the abyss
The darkness consuming
As I close my eyes tight
The fear is looming
Like the end of a restless night
As my breath starts to fade
And the silence appears
The courage I prayed
Turns slowly into fear
The Last Trick-or-Treater
By: Sachi Dixit
The street was almost empty now,
The laughter fading away.
Pumpkins flickered on quiet porches
as Halloween came to an end.
One last trick-or-treater
walked slowly down the road,
a bag of candy in one hand
dragging softly by their side.
Most of the porch lights were dark.
The wind pushed leaves across the street,
And the houses looked different
without the crowds and noise.
Then footsteps echoed behind them.
They stopped walking.
The sound stopped too.
They turned around,
but the street was empty
just glowing pumpkins
and shadows stretching across the pavement.
So they kept walking.
Step.
Step.
And behind them...
another step. 🎃👻
Halloween Night
By: Sachi Dixit
Cold air drifts through the streets
while the sky turns a deep shade of black.
Pumpkins glow on front steps,
their crooked smiles lighting up the dark
Kids run from house to house
with bags full of candy and laughter,
costumes rustling in the wind
like little ghosts passing by.
Leaves crunch under every step,
and somewhere far away
a door creaks open
for the next group of trick-or-treaters.
The moon hangs over everything,
watching the glowing streets below.
For one night, the world feels strange
a little spooky, a little magical.
Because on Halloween night
the ordinary disappears,
and even the quietest streets
feel full of mystery.
