Shishukunj

The Path of Life

Lakshya Somani, Class X A

At the advent of spring,

in adherence to him,

I committed a sin,

in hopes I could win.

I realise my fault, left in anguish.

I’ve broken the wall, forgotten every wish.

My greed I couldn’t appease,

instead I was deceived,

thought I could achieve it all,

I wasn’t ready for the fall.

And now the pile of failures is tall.

This life is arcane, I’m trying to decipher,

instead of dawdling, I’m trying to clear.

Obscure secrets, invisible to the eye,

cryptic in nature, full of surprise.

As I walk on this enigmatic path,

my destination is one to exalt.

Doubtful fidelity in my heart,

coming together or falling apart?

Impeccable, my vision,

steers clear through the skies,

While god tests my mettle and my temerity,

confused, am I succeeding or leading to my own demise.

Monsoon

Naqiya Barnagarwala, Class VIII B

I love the monsoon showers

In the daily hours

In them I love to play

May they never end, I pray.

In the monsoon I love to dance

And the city looks lovely

When to it we glance

It starts with the light and sound show

Noisy thundering and lightnings glow.

In the monsoon I love to see the rainbow

As it comes and goes

It is very beautiful to view

God’s precious gift

And has many more to give you!

A Dream

Adi Dantre, Class XI C

What if I told you that all this was a dream?

That in the real world,

Out there somewhere,

All was sweat and cream,

That their hatred did not find its way home,

And respect wasn’t to be found,

Where love would flow in like a mere stream,

Somewhere out there,

We all can just try and live the dream,

Where knowledge would come in like mail,

And money would grow on trees,

Where the sea of egos would be salted,

By truth, but not to demean,

Versatility of a soul touch the sky and come back down,

Where pain would be a mere cookie,

And now what if I told you that all this wasn’t a dream,

Just a strawberry cake, with a base of cream,

Waiting to be licked,

By all young eyes, that shall never demean,

It’s not the cruel world,

It’s the layer of innocence,

That needs to be cleaned,

It’s always been the same,

Always a dream.

Secret

Riddhi Singhania, Class XI D

Hush, shh..don’t….

Don’t let the cat

out of the box.

Keep it from all

Like a cunning fox.

Just talk

In a whisper

No one should know

Our secret is nothing

That you must show.

Signs and whispers

Are all you can use.

But remember, no matter what

Daddy must not know

I put water in his shoes!

Dance

Soumya Tiwari, Class X B

Dance to express

Not to impress.

When we dance, our feelings flow,

Through our body they beautifully show.

People can step into our shoes

To look at what our eye views.

We dance when we are sad,

Also when we are glad.

Dance is what feelings look like,

We dance to forget worries and feel bright.

He and She

Lakshya Somani, Class X A

“He”

He’s living his life with its ups and downs,

his face full of smiles, sometimes of frowns.

No different is he than others around,

just a young poet, seeking the crown.

He makes his mistakes, he tries to learn,

repeats those mistakes, it’s a never ending run.

He has his talents, he has his weakness,

neither of which he is afraid to speak of.

He knows he will fall, but he knows he won’t stop,

he’ll wear the crown and reach the top.

For some he’s a monster, for some he’s a saint,

walking a road between sane and insane.

He has failed before, he knows he might again,

but from all troubles, he will defend

himself and his family, that’s all that matters.

He stays alone and avoids the chatter.

He is no philanthropist, he just wants to be rich,

but in reality, isn’t that what everyone thinks?

He’s not the best, he’s not the worst,

somewhere in the middle, he’s making life work.

“She”

She’s walking the street, it’s late and it’s dark,

her head held up high, of fear, there is no mark.

She knows the savage behaviour of men,

but bravely, the rules of society, she bends.

She doesn’t hold back, she doesn’t pretend,

for her life, on no one, does she depend.

They call her a traitor to the nature of women,

they take her to be inferior to men.

Her vision is clear, to the end she will steer,

a stickler for courage, at the top you can see her.

Unstoppable, invincible, her faith is clear,

she’ll write her own destiny, till the end is near.

John rushed into the room screaming, “I’m going to Mars!” His mom, who was calculating the monthly expenditure, did not pay much attention to his words. John had always had an overactive imagination. She replied distractedly, “That’s great honey!” John squealed with excitement, “So, will you send me to the NASA place?” His mom looked at him at last, “What? John, you’re only six years old. You cannot go to NASA.” John was devastated. He asked his mother how he would go to Mars then. She told him to come up with some other way to reach his goal.

John took her advice. He decided to put Plan A into action immediately. A really simple plan. He would get his dad to drive him to Mars in his car. He approached his dad while he was eating breakfast and said, “Dad, let’s go. We have a long trip ahead.” His dad looked confused, “What long trip?” he asked. “You’re driving me to Mars,” John said innocently. His father laughed, “John, space is not a place you can reach by car. People go to space in rockets and shuttles. Come on, now off you go. You’ll miss the school bus.”

All day long John didn’t feel like doing anything. He didn’t play with the other kids, he couldn’t concentrate on his studies. But there was not time to be sad. The next day, John moved on to Plan B. He spent the day building the biggest catapult he could. Unfortunately for him, it was only about the size of a chair. He wasn’t aware that his plan would never work. He called his friend Jake and asked him to come over to help him. When Jake arrived, they both put the catapult out in the yard. John sat in the swing like part of the catapult and Jake pulled the rope and released it. Well, he didn’t get to space but badly sprained his ankle.

John went straight to his mother. He told her that his plans to go to Mars had failed and he was really upset. She comforted him, “Oh John, you’re only six years old. You can’t go to Mars just now. But don’t you give up. I believe in you. If anyone can go to Mars, it is you!” John smiled. So what if he had failed today? He wasn’t going to give up. He would keep trying till he reaches his goal.