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Adorable Arts

Soumya Tiwari, Class X B  

Arts, many colours they bind,
And are found in numerous kinds.
On a glistening paper,
A paint brush made its way…
Spreading bright colours,
Across the sad, dull grey.
Tracing creativity on a paper,
The colours slowly merged,
The hand made artistic swirls and whirls,
And a splendid painting emerged!
Art is not what you see,
It’s what you make others see,
So paint all your thoughts on a sheet,
And see what a great artist you’ll be!

Rains…

Vasudha Gupta, Class XI D

Rain drains in the streets,
Already surging in water,
Coming down in sleets,
Hitting every traveller.
Drops drum furiously on rooftops
As to make their presence known,
Puddles gather on sidewalks
Where infection will be grown.
Keeping everybody inside,
Flooding basements and drives,
But try, look the other way,
And step out in the tide.
Let drops trickle down your spine,
Making every cell alive,
Let wind whip your hair from your face,
And oh! See what peace you’ll embrace.

Rain, Rain, Come Again…

Rohan Tripathi, Class XI  

Rain, Rain Come Again!
We are waiting for you!
Come and drench the mother earth which is so thirsty!
Clean the streets and roads which are so dirty.
Rain Rain Come Again!
We are waiting for you!
I love the drizzle when the sky sheds the droplets.
It wets the town gradually with great zest.
Rain Rain Come Again!
We are waiting for you!
My gardens need you, my flowers need you.
We want to welcome you, we want to greet you.
Rain Rain Come Again!
We are waiting for you!
I love the music created by you when you fall,
Dip-Dip-Dip is the sound that pleases us all!
Rain Rain Come Again!
We are waiting for you!

What Chemistry Taught Me

Manvi Upadhyay, Class X B

In chemistry we learn about the three states of matter-the solids, the liquids and the gases. It was just 4 hours ago when I realised what it actually teaches us.
We all have mass and we all occupy space. This means, we matter. We sometimes are rigid, sometimes we are not. Just like the liquids we take whatever ‘shape’ we are asked to by the society. We are all attracted towards each other. This force of attraction is what you and I have termed as ‘love’. We all are the fluids, filling up and taking up the shapes and sizes the people want us to. We are all spaced from one another. We are all falling apart from each other.
The three states of matter define life. The solid state being the state in which you are ‘held’ together. The state in which you and your ideas are fixed. There is hardly anyone to bother you or to change you. Then comes the society in the form of ‘heat’. They ask us to bring about some changes in ourselves, and without even thinking once we just do it. Sometimes, this whole society effect is so strong that from the ‘rigid’ person you used to be, you become completely helpless and just go around not knowing where you are going, just like the gases.
What I’m trying to say is, be the solid. Don’t change because someone asked you to. Don’t let society’s force drift you apart from yourself. All these people out there will change with time. Just because your outer body is not as pretty as your friend’s doesn’t mean you need to change yourself. Just because one woman is prettier than you doesn’t mean you are not. We don’t count the outer beauty. We are pretty on the inside. We can’t fall apart again and again. Together we matter. Together we are one.

 

Tears

Samar Rajput, Class X B

They are the most precious droplets showing our emotions. When we are very happy, they come out. When sad, we show it by drowning ourselves in tears. They are not just simple drops of water, but they are the most articulate way of expressing ourselves. Without us even having to say a word, they convey the deepest of meaning.
Tears relieve us from the heavy concrete like feelings which trouble us. They are a proof that we have emotions, that we have feelings and that our heart is clean. Maybe some people think that sometimes it is easy to hold back our tears and wear a fake smile so that no one knows what we are suffering from. I think that we should never hold back our tears. If we do, they flood our lives later causing problems which are even worse. It is a way to release pain and we should release it whenever and wherever possible.
It is better to cry than be angry because anger hurts us while tears flow through us taking all our stress and tension away. It is the best way to cleanse our hearts. People always say that strength is when you have so much to cry for, but you choose to smile. I think these people are wrong. I say it takes way more strength to let our feelings come out in the open. It takes way more strength to accept the fact that we don’t care about what people think. Tears are simply the raindrops from the storm inside us.

Don’t ever care what people might think of you if they see you crying. I cry, and I am proud that I do. You should be proud to have feelings. Let the storm out. Have a good cry and wash out your heart. If you keep your tears inside, they will tear you apart. Remember, when you were born, your first cry indicated that you are alive.

The Fire

Avi Shrivastava, Class IX G

The spark which turned into fire,
Had not been seen by the Englishmen prior.
Broke out from the nation’s core,
From Peshawar to Calcutta’s shore.
After years of slavery’s night,
Ignited the fire with much awaited light.
Then came the fire in a thousand flames,
With independence as the only aim.
Against one common foe,
None could suppress the fire which has the fuel to grow.
The spark which turned into fire,
Had not been seen by the Englishmen prior! 

The Real Life

Sanjana Goyal, Class IX C

Inspired by ‘The Lake Isle of Innisfree’
In the 9th Avenue here,
I can see the swarm of cars,
With occupants in such fear,
As if aliens have come from Mars.
Escaping this would be bliss,
From the pollution and the noise,
And I would never miss,
This city with its four-legged toys.
The leaves would rustle,
The birds would sing,
And it would be no puzzle,

That there I would be the king.

A Desire for Fun

Sparsh Jain, Class IX C

Inspired by ‘The Lake Isle of Innisfree’
In cases like mine where there’s no room for relaxation and fun,
One often wishes to forget the world and lie in the bright sun,
To escape to a place….
Where all you can hear is the rustling of leaves,
The flowing river and the buzzing bees.
Where day begins with the chirping of birds and ends with the same.
A place far from this world, a place without a name.
Where nature’s at work, calming you down,
Where emotions convert into happiness from frown.
That is a place I dream of when I am in pain,
That’s perfect for short escapes before joining the race AGAIN.