Shishukunj

Television

The dreaded horrid beastly box,
Is just a perfect hoax,
If you stare at it your eyes get sore,
I dunno how people watch such a bore,
It squabbles and squeaks all day long,
It’s just like a misshapen song,
The television lovers, won’t you like to see,
More views written by me?
In almost every house I’ve been,
I’ve watched people gaping at the screen,
They sit and stare and stare and sit,
Until they’re completely hypnotized by it!
Oh please just throw it away!
I think it rots the corner of your dining room,
Sweep it out with a giant broom,
Whatever you do, don’t say!
Don’t tell me you can’t whisk it away!
“But…how’re we supposed to entertain ourselves?”
Just go ahead, look at your shelves,
Filled with books you never noticed,
Because of the silly box, the fun you missed!
Fill your shelves with loads of books,
Ignore all the sulky looks,
Just sitting there on your couch,
You trick Harry with Barty Crouch,
Just the very next day,
You lead Hansel and Gretel astray,
Whether you’re with Oliver Twist,
Or tricking Mr and Mrs Twit,
There’s always something fun to do,
It’s always a relief to be away from the true,
And soon, blink of an eye,
And everyone’s ready to buy and buy!
Everyone’s thanking you, every grownup and kid,
Everyone’s thanking you for what you did!
READ!! READ!!! Books everywhere!
Books, Happiness in the air!

Waves

Ignoring the minute cuts and bruises his old, shaky palms received, the man brushed away the shattered glass and the brown leather frame. With the greatest of care, he picked up the glossy piece of the sepia-colored paper. Large pieces of glass from the frame had somehow embedded themselves in the photo.

The largest piece, long and horizontal, had torn right through the face of his father. The previous state of the photo was irretrievable now.

His body had run far too dry at this age, to let tears flow down his wrinkled, sagging face. So he simply crouched over the corpse of this last remnant of his past, all that connected him to his old man.

He could still see the face of his young self smiling as if he were recalling one of his father’s sea stories. What part of his father he could still see in the photo was his stark white uniform, captain’s hat tucked neatly under one elbow.

He tried to recall the face of his old man, the mirth in his expressions, the twinkle in his eye, the pearly white sailor’s smile he had grown so used to in his young years.

He couldn’t recall it. With the photo gone, every last bit of his father had vanished from the world. The grief couldn’t be contained anymore.

“No … no no, I’ve lost him… lost him… gone!”

Small beads eventually ran down those cheeks, face crumpling the way it hadn’t for decades. But there was no one to share the old man’s grief.

* * *

He knew it wasn’t the child’s fault. He was far too young to even realize what had happened. He did not completely forgive his grandson for the incident, either.

As the tears faded away, leaving trails of salt, the man adjusted himself in his wooden armchair. Distinctly, he could remember what his father had said after the death of the young boy’s mother.

“Come with me, son, and we shall trudge this beach.”

“Yes, father,” he had sniffled.

“Each one of us leaves marks upon this sand, not one goes along this path without leaving a trace. See this sea? How close it seems, doesn’t it? One day, son, one day, the sea will get closer. So close that it will wash away every mark you make on this sand.

The waves will one day come for me, they will one day come for you. We will disappear from this world. But until that day, I have you, my son!”

From his perch overlooking the setting sun over tumultuous blue water, the old man saw what the sea had done.

“The waves have come for you, Father. And they have come for me.”

Stay Gold

Yes, these days aren’t so bright
Overthinking wakes you up all night
And at times you never get the limelight
Things just don’t seem to be going your way right

Some people seem totally fine
In your eyes, they publicly shine
And this makes you even more hopeless
But you’ll never know their personal mess

All this show off, is a temporary appeal
Everything changes with time
Just be a little more patient
And see the coming years make you prime

Instances that make you feel dull, avoid them at your best
Embrace those lone cheerful ones
And always, when you’re feeling low
List those savages that make you glow

And letting others frame your destiny
Is getting things made much messier
Our lives are separate and so is our goal
Letting others play with our lives is just like a massive troll

Yes, others’ opinions do matter for our growth
But don’t let them change your self ever
And make this tight that you are bright
Or else you’ll regret forever

Now that you know your worth
Celebrate yourself
And don’t care what others think about you
You have time for better things don’t you?

Sun – A Year in My Life

I shone warmly on the first day of spring,
to see many birds happily chirping.
I hear people saying ‘It is jolly hot’,
you see- in summers- I shine quite a lot.
In rains, the clouds block my light,
but when autumn starts, it is once more alright.
During winters, all love me for my warmth,
I help them bear the cold all along.

Tides

Firstly, Hello everyone!
I am going to tell something interesting and fun,
Let’s discuss about tides
and their relationship with the Moon and Sun.

Earth is not a perfect sphere,
It is stretched slightly from both sides
One from Sun-other from Moon,
A gift from gravity-Tides.

Now, let me tell a story,
to make this tide-thing clear,
a non-fiction type; it happened to me,
a tale you’ll love to hear.

One day, I was on the beach,
But Alas! The beach was all wet.
You wouldn’t like it either,
A problem had we met!

But then my mother told me,
The other day, there was a full Moon,
It pulled the water to itself with gravity,
and lost contact till noon.

When it lost the contact,
The whole beach was soaked-
But don’t worry, I still had fun,
rode a horse, collected shells
and much, much more!

The thing which happened with the Moon,
also happens with the Sun,
I hope you liked the subject,
and now we’re all done!

I Believe in Myself

I’m the one I should love in this world
Shining me, the precious soul of mine
I finally realized so I love me
Not so perfect but so beautiful
But please be merciful to yourself
You don’t have to be perfect
Cause everyone is trying to be
Be weird
You can’t go to the peak by being normal.
If you think you’re going to crash, step on the pedal harder.
Never mind, never mind,
Even if it’s a road of thorns, we still run.
Who says a dream must be something grand?
Just become anybody
We deserve a life
Whatever, big or small, you are you after all.

I believe in myself
My back hurts in order to let my wings sprout.

The Most Important Accessory

To be confident is an art one must harness
And not a skill to be born with
It’s a power one must attain
By having a doctrine, easy as pie!
Are your nails painted?
Is your hair in place?
How do you stride in heels?
Do you look graceful enough?
These things don’t matter
Just sparkle a smile!
The only accessory to wear is CONFIDENCE
Put your opinion forward
Occur injustice, never shall on your watch
Right the wrongs
Don’t just sit, speak up!
Feel those shivers run down your spine
Gaze upon those yearns of running away
And then tell yourself
“I’ll own it, how hard can it be?”
Love yourself just the way you are
You’re a unique individual, an exotic flower
What are you ashamed of, what makes you so scared?
Step right up and just be YOU.