Shriyandhaa's space

 It's been 3 years since we left primary And 3 years have never felt emptier  Without your lessons, your smile and your laugh  That made learning much easier.  Words could never describe the joy  You brought to us - your most loyal students  So I will try my best, one more time  To present to you a heartfelt poem. You made learning a game -  Not a chore,  You added confetti To what was thought a bore, Somehow you made our hard days better -  Just by saying our names right. You gave attention to everyone,  And everything -  You told us even a small dot (.) and a small comma  Have great significance. You saw potential  Even in the circus of our class  Before anyone else did. Time will move on -  New classrooms, new desks, new versions of us. But your voice will always echo  In the moments we choose kindness  Laughter  In the moments we try again  In the courage to raise a hand ;  Even ...

  The sky is our past. It holds the light  Of millions of years ago. The sky needs a few thousand years  To tell us what actually happened; So we have to show the sky our patience. That means the sky will live longer;  No, the sky will always live. And the sky we will always love - Its beautiful canvas  That changes its shade constantly  In the morning, lit by the blaze of the sun  In the evening, streaked with beautiful  Pink and orange  In the night, the moon reflecting the sun  And dotted by miniscule stars. Sometimes punctuated by  The much elegant but bubbly clouds  But the speciality of the night sky  Is that it exhibits ancient starlight. It takes time to open up  And sometimes, not all secrets are  Meant to be shared.  But all secrets will be revealed one day  Even if a thousand years later.

Hello, 2026,  What do you have for us?  We're all optimistic -  And we're almost experienced. I'm ready for the long list of resolutions  That will either last a week or fade away. I've met your predecessors -  Big titles, a promising index  But the font becomes smaller and less denser  As the pages turn.  And I hope that this time,  The chaos is funny  The change is useful  The evolution is forwards. You don't need to be perfect -  We just need enough light to find Our lost things Ourselves And our people.  Without panic.  But anyways, I'll try again -  A new journal, new diary,  New planner, a neater handwriting -  It wouldn't hurt to try, even if I might fail. But make sure to knock first  Before barging in - I prefer a slow fade in  Rather than a flash.  And however it goes,  Please give us a good story,  Lots of happy memories,  And the best of friends.  Dear 2026...