Poem 11

                                  Our Indifference

Thou can't make me depart so easily,
I doth not tarry now being hastily,
Because the maze is formed in this life
That cannot be repelled not retard by knife,
But by an element called attestation
Of thy presence would reveal mine every situation
Be true and I would be freed,
Freed from thy memories and never-ending deed;

That day, I would lose, lose your memories
That were solely mine and that I will hath grieves,
I would regret not to follow your signs anymore,
I could then not feel thy sensation anymore;
That day I would create no difference,
'Cause then I would prove me human with evidence.

   
                                             - Ishika Jain 

* A sonnet, written in the form of Petrarchan sonnet; two stanzas followed by an octave and a sestet.

Poem 10

                                                    Blemish

Your scars, I carried is the strength I uphold,

Unduly fixes however I make

In order to stop 'em deplete, they're old

Still carries the pain, I know its opaque

The reason why I bear it with sake,

I carry it 'cause  it carries my breath,

The strength as a cure of its own pain,

The pain felt as its own remedy,

It is worthy 'cause with my breath, it carries you.

                                                                               - IshikaJain

Poem 9

                                    Apocalypse

The universe shall diverge 

Or the Time may emerge,

To think of covert will throb;

Lest the mindedness to Jacob.

                                                  - IshikaJain

* A four line quatrain, based on the theme of Apocalypse. 

Poem 8

                          Incomplete

The step has been trodden past,

Seemed ever and forever last,

Might a step far to move,

It must be a greater find

To by and by I never removed

Thinking this was I remind;

 

Alas! Has meant to just a dream by

Which I resided, insane, truth defy

And proved never again to rely;

 

Alack, for sake I say to never be regain,

Insight was still a hope remain

Could have no idea how to repel

It forever and for-ever fell.

                                           - IshikaJain

* This poem consists of three stanzas; starting with a sestet followed by a tercet and a quatrain.

Poem 7

                     Disjunctive Strive

It haunts me day and night,

That memory made me sigh

Of thy convalescing plight,

The fury of losing makes me high,

And revert me then to journey foresight;

Gladly I tried to omit your height,

but again those stairs took away, my try,

And left me to ponder, again, a sign of sigh.

                                              - IshikaJain

* It is a one stanza poem containing eight lines; an octave.