As a Shishyan I learn that,
Life outside the classroom does not take exams subject-wise,
And everyone who cares for you is nice.
As a Shishyan I learn that,
Being decorous makes us look polite,
Makes us mannered in one’s sight,
And even prevents fights.
As a Shishyan I learn that,
Equations and formulas are important but,
Lack of self-confidence will make be our Achille’s heel.
Tenses, articles and prepositions are the key to success,
But, the need of leadership skills is also there to keep
Us independent and make one better with each step.
History, motion, ‘vachan’ are the best
But only if we put them to the test.
As a Shishyan I learn that,
Being friendly will bring beautiful colours and erase
The world of solitude and worry.
As a Shishyan I learn that,
Resilience, spirituality, perseverance and humanity are
The real hallmarks of compassion, confidence and strength
Because life outside the classroom does not
Take exams subject-wise.
This is a story.
The story of a little girl,
Who lived to eat her cake.
But no matter how hard she tried,
She could never learn to bake.
She had sugar, butter, eggs and flour,
But little did she know,
To make the cake she needed batter,
And not a rubbery dough.
She tried all books and cookery shows,
But could never learn the art.
And then came her mother, who whispered the secret,
The recipe was in her heart.
The things you love, come back to you,
No matter what,
cooking and baking were her passion,
Not something one could impart.
She then baked and cooked,
Cooked and baked, and there was nothing,
She was now the owner of the finest
Bakery in town
And there was no looking back!
It’s me, I am the one who controls who I want to be,
I am the one who lives this fantasy.
I am the one who wakes up happy and gleams the wait of a new day.
I am the one who smiles at every face I see to make them feel the same way.
It is I who decide what to become, do or decide what I am,
And I will help others, to enlighten them as much as I can,
I will try my best to bring a change to this world,
As I am confident and a leader since the day I was born.
Bringing change and helping others isn’t an easy task,
But it’s just me, myself and I in this humungous world,
What’s more to ask?
To my dear friend –
I will stay with you till the end
Right now, we are at a bend
But I promise your hand will be held.
We will go together to places
Look at different faces
We’ll solve million doubts
Running away from the crowd.
Sitting near a maple tree
Now we are finally free
We are too young to grow old
We are made of lightning bold.
Learning from the mistakes we committed
The world is all predicted.
We stand strong hand in hand,
Sharing our first friendship band.
United we will stand,
As long as we can.
Climbing mountains together,
We will remain young forever.
I am cherry to your cream,
A soft pillow to your dream,
A spark to your fire.
Coz my heart burns with dazzling desire.
To my dear friend –
We share a beautiful bond,
That will last till the end
Coz I am just too fond.
Today my best friend and I took another stride,
And walked down the aisle with love not crime.
Locking hands and heart together,
Gathering all from near and yonder.
Today we declare
A love so rare
Beyond human reasoning,
And above every treachery,
Different from what others share,
That gives no way to tear.
Today I take my place in you
To fill the space like no one could
With nothing but ‘GRACE’
Becoming one in all
Today I remain
Your one and only flame
Blazing hot along each TRAIL
Burning hurt and all its PAIN
Keeping ‘past’ where it belongs
As it’s for you I will always burn.
The old banyan tree has seen everything. The older he grows, the more he has to say (you won’t hear him, neither would I- You know, it is commonly only the younger soul that has the tendency to let the world know what it knows. The older it gets, that world seems to squeeze into that little heart, which is much more satisfied by silence, than any external sound.) The old tree stays there. He has developed strong roots with its place of origin, and so many of them, that it’s impossible to uproot it from there. He has seen life; he has experienced life. He has, I believe, understood life more than anyone else…for that kind of patience can’t be seen in any human ever born. Countless times he has seen his leaves turning brown and crumpling away, leaving the tree bare- shivering with cold and hoping for them to return someday. Then that day comes too. He starts again; he nurtures every single leaf into the green beauty. The leaves also in turn adorn the tree and please him with their comforting ruffling. The tree becomes new every spring, yet grows older year after year.
A spider has woven its web on one of his branches, while a bird has made its nest. There might be hundreds of little insects thriving on his long, ever-growing roots, and he pleasantly lets them be there.
You can always spot that faint smile through his wrinkles. No matter how hard the rain hits his body, no matter how the cold freezes his movement, he has learnt to bear all that. He stands still and strong when we tend to hide ourselves under an umbrella or try to find comfort in the cozy sweaters.
He is proud – proud to be unlike the never satisfied humans- while being down to earth (its natural tendency, right?). He might not know what’s happening in the world far-off, but he knows all what’s in his vision. Every time I see him, it seems to tell me something (perhaps, he tries to tell everyone that thing). I never understand what he really means, nor do I think I would, ever. But whatever he says, he is right, as I know that he is the old banyan tree, who has seen everything.
The day of result was what I dreaded for
Pretty anxious I was not only for the result
But also, what the teachers could complain about.
Never getting a complaint from any teacher
I had set a record uptil now
All I did wrong was to be the silence breaker
And as the session progressed,
I couldn’t stop thinking about visiting a peace maker.
As time passed, I was on my toes
Full of beans and there it goes.
When I told my parents what I had been up to
They had warned me not to cross the line.
But to my surprise,
My teacher saw through my eyes.
All he said was you are no less than anyone.
That made me believe that I could prove it to everyone.
Someone has truly said
“A teacher is a compass
that activates the magnets of curiosity, knowledge and wisdom.”