Author: shish_admin

Hear the cries of the animals

They need your help,

But instead of helping them,

People are busy counting their wealth.

“You were a prisoner too

How did you feel then?”

Asks the lion of the zoo,

“Didn’t the women cry then

When British imprisoned their men?”

I have the right to stay free

Says the bird with her mate

Everyone has the right to freedom

Doesn’t that your constitution state?

‘Tigers are dying of poaching’

You learn that about me,

But you keep buying our parts

Instead of making us free!

Hear the cries of the animals

Say all the animals of the zoo

We all want to be free

Under the spectacular shades of blue.

Please don’t destroy on habitats

By building houses and malls

We plead to you with us our might

Listen to our protesting calls.

Light and shadow playing hide and seek,

Among rippling waters, grassy banks

And the Mango tree.

Bring to mind those bygone moments,

Of tugging pigtails and billowing skirts,

of the everlasting love,

Light and Shadow playing hide and seek,

In the parting of four friends.

Light and Shadow playing hide and seek,

Bring to mind those lazy afternoons,

Of graduating from Enid Blytons, of waking in the morning with a longing heart

Never imagining of our emotions breaking apart, as the bleak wind blows,

Life seems without its glow

Light and Shadow playing hide and seek

In the parting of four friends.

Light and Shadow playing hide and seek,

Among the momentary bliss

The four friends feel.

Bring to mind those precious moments,

Of whispers and giggles, true friendship turned into sour antagonism

Light and Shadow playing hide and seek,

In the parting of four friends

Dark clouds rose,

From the now barren land,

Enveloping all those present,

Turning everything to shadows.

War machines and armed men,

Trod the battlefield,

A scene, feared by all humanity,

Had taken a visible form.

A man rose on one side,

While one fell on the other,

Both of them knew,

The result of the scene.

A cry rose within,

The one who had stood,

For the one who had fallen,

Whose soul had already left.

Who says a soldier can’t cry,

Because a deep buried clause,

From his soul had risen again,

Pouring all what was filled in.

A solitary tear trickled down,

To mouth chanting for mercy,

From the Almighty, the Supreme,

For what he had done.

A creek became a waterfall,

Washing down his face,

Down to mix with,

The earth’s soft soil.

We yearn for peace,

To live in harmony,

And we only fight,

Claiming to restore peace.

Whom we proclaim,

As family and brethren,

Are the countries,

Which we fight against.

All these sins,

Are taken by soldiers,

Who fight for their country,

In the name of peace, unachieved.

All these thoughts ran,

In his mind,

All understood by a soldier,

But not by the leaders.

A cold metal piece,

Entered his heart,

As he fell on his knees,

A smile grew on his face.

He thanked the Almighty,

For calling him above,

He knew he deserved it,

Because he had killed a brother.

He’s right there,

Under the bed.

He made a cry

His laugh’s so creepy,

Feels so sneaky.

I hate to hear it,

And can’t bear it.

Don’t have the courage

Nor the heart.

So I lie there every night,

Hearing him laugh.

The pitter-patter the rain

Is always just about the same

But never does it get too old

To make us smile so bright and bold.

The hippity-hop of the frogs

Messily jumping about in bogs

Crossing the tracks of people on jogs

Getting surrounded by children like mobs.

The greenery around us; so nice and so cool

The beautiful lilies ignored only by fools

the happy butterflies, the famished critters

Eating away at leaves like they are fritters.

From waterfalls to mountains to lakes and to dew

Everything is a wonder and monsoon is too!

If I were Harry

I would be like Jerry

I could perform infinite charms

But would never try to harm

I would be friends with Hermione and Ron

And could swim like a swan.

I could be the best at my school

Just like Mrs Mary at the Moon

I’d wish I never met Voldemort

And could have lived in a fort

I’d really miss my mom and dad

Since they died in the attack

I’d not hate the muggles

Even if they’re like my uncles

I could be the most famous in the magical world

As I would be the boy who deserved.

I’d love my life any how

Even though the Dursleys would think I am a foolish cow.

What is black?

A colour or absence of colour?

I am BLACK. I love my darkness in the night. I am the essence of art,

The one who brings all colours together and not tear them apart.

I am in the black hole as it says and polished shoes of children and businessmen.

I am the colour to be handled with care as I am present in the universe everywhere.

In the eyeballs it’s I who’s there, allowing all to see the world out there.

One might wonder at the arrival of beauty and gladness of the sun

Shining bright due to my calmness at night.

I am the fear present in a dark room,

I am the smoke of a burning fire,

I am the worst thing that can ever happen,

I am a mystery and symbolize the depth of life.

I am BLACK, the colour of life.