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Chocolate Fantasy

Saksham Jain, Class VI C

One Christmas Eve I had a weird dream.

I was a big chocolate full of cream.

Delicious, marvelous, chocolaty sweet,

From head to feet.

I was ready to give some one a wonderful treat.

I’d be your brownie delight.

Oh! Someone can eat me during day or at night.

Take my first bite every day at eleven,

And by the end of the bar,

It’s like you’re in heaven.

25^th morning my alarm clock rang at seven.

To my surprise I woke up as a boy,

Under a blanket not a wrapper,

Without any cream.

Then I had to scream.

As I had received a basket full of chocolates.

Was it a present from a king or a queen?

I couldn’t understand whether it was

Christmas or Halloween.

Never mind, as I can munch my chocolate any time.

I love chocolates. Yes! I do.

Now tell me.

What about you?

My Brother

Advaita Shukla, Class IX E

(Prompt: On the lines of ‘Wind’ by Subramania Bharati, write a poem about a naughty cousin coming to visit you.)

Brother whenever you come,

I’m petrified to my core.

Because you tickle me so much,

That I run out of the door.

You want this, you want that,

I think I am going mad.

Going up the stairs and coming down,

To fetch what my master wants.

Your childish dreams, your eyes that gleam,

Fill me with love for you,

Although you trouble me,

Unintentionally so.

You laugh, you cry,

Although you trouble me,

I hate it when you say goodbye,

I love you after all!

My Little Brother

Aaditya Shukla, Class IX E

(Prompt: On the lines of ‘Wind’ by Subramania Bharati, write a poem about a naughty cousin coming to visit you.)

Don’t pull my hair,

Don’t scratch my face,

Don’t throw the food,

Don’t open the case.

Alas! You did all that,

But I know you are good at heart.

You are too cute to dislike,

I love you, you are the dearest.

Your mischiefs make my day,

Though all goes wrong,

I hope you stay for days,

Your vacation is long.

My brother, you are dear to me,

I love you from the core of my heart,

I hope you keep smiling forever,

And grow up to be strong.

Though small, you teach a lot,

To be happy, to be steadfast,

To be secure and firm,

And raise your flag up the mast!

Oh! My Dear!

Likhit Sethi, Class IX E

(Prompt: On the lines of ‘Wind’ by Subramania Bharati, write a poem about a naughty cousin coming to visit you.)

When you come,

Don’t scribble in my book,

Or tear my origami,

Don’t throw my books or my toys,

Out of the balcony.

Oh no! You’ve done it all!

Torn them and thrown them out!

You even tore my pillow,

And when I pointed at you,

You used your greatest power –

Your irritating, loud and annoying cry!

But never feel I don’t love you,

I’ll always be there for you,

It’s a part of childhood to be naughty,

And who’s going to fill my life

With humour and cheer,

If it weren’t for you and your naughtiness?

Oh! My dear!

When You Come Home

Pranav Dubey, Class IX E

(Prompt: On the lines of ‘Wind’ by Subramania Bharati, write a poem about a naughty cousin coming to visit you.)

When you come home,

Please don’t kill me,

Please don’t grill me.

I will give you all my toys

You can act like a big boy.

You kick me, punch me,

And push me to the ground.

And when I see you coming,

I run all around.

With an innocent face like yours,

How can I lay a finger on you,

Even when you might deserve it?

I become blind to your mischiefs,

For your tenderness and care,

Which I will not get elsewhere.

And do come home whenever you want,

Because I love you brother.

The Fate of the Wanderer

Manvay Rawat, Class IX G

The sailor had a choice to make,

While stuck in a terrible storm.

For this time he had to decide

What is right and what is wrong.

By moving ahead he would be a hero,

Foes envious but he deserved the praise.

Yet the risk remained where it was

For the storm could harm in different ways.

Not moving would make him safe,

The ocean, his guard and sky his mate.

He could have lived in the ship itself,

Leaving the fake life far behind.

But when did timidness lead to victory?

Without hurdles no one can have success.

With this thought in mind,

The valiant continued his voyage.

Book Review: Great Expectations

Rudra Khandelwal, Class VIII A

Great Expectations is one of Charles Dickens’ most renowned works. It was published in 1861. Pip is a young orphan boy who resides with his sister and her husband. He knows that he will grow up to become a blacksmith just like his brother-in-law. But an anonymous benefactor settles a lavish allowance on him. He settles in London and starts a new life. His new found prosperity and his eternal love for his childhood friend Estella changes his life in many ways.

Great Expectations is generally termed as a bildungsroman. Bildungsroman is a German word for novels that show the psychological development of the central character.

Like all of his great novels, Great Expectations has Dickens’ brilliant use of character and plot. Great Expectations is one of the best stories I have read. Full of romance, courage and hope. It is a brilliant evocation of a time and a place.

Happiness

Adi Dantre, Class XII-C

Is it really that difficult to be happy? No, it isn’t.

I consider happiness as an intricate relation between self and actions. But nowadays we have this imaginary wall between self and action. This wall doesn’t belong to Trump and it’s not even made of commonly available building material. It’s made up of a bit of every part of you, that either wants you to be unreasonably sad or wants you to be non/under productive. In some cases, that part is also made up of prolonged thought over silly moments of unexplainable interaction with fellow humans or a prolonged need for attention. I won’t say that the latter two aren’t ‘serious’ components of the wall. They’re just not something that should be constituting the wall.

At times when I walk down the hallway, I see some acquaintances approach me and ask, “Why are you so sad?” I say, “I’m not”. But, what I really want to say is, “You know what, I’m bursting with happiness, but, I see no reason to be frolicking around the school campus to do that, even though sometimes, I might actually do that.”

We have made happiness into quite an alien concept, like we have audiobooks, books and all that self-help stuff to be happy in life, but, what we need to buy is the idea that you have to be happy all the time, without any self-help stuff. Besides, when you’re happy you have this simple invisible-yet-super-aura around you. You’ll feel it, along with those around you. You must have seen in paintings of holy saints and deities, this circle of light behind them. Don’t you get it? It’s the aura, that starry glow of aura is there with them for they rest in perpetual happiness.

‘Why not be happy’ is the question. As I said, when you’re happy, you’ll have this aura around you and others will feel it. People who care for you will search for ways and reasons to keep that happiness alive for as long as possible while others might do things that sadden you.

Feel free to be happy everywhere, for believe me that one of these days I’m taking a big hammer to break down that wall made up of all that non-happiness and let all that happiness flow in like water broken out of a dam.

Over and out.

Nature

By Avi Shrivastava, Class X G

Deep in the lap of timber I lay,

Resting over the comfortable hay,

Where the river makes its own way,

I feel at home though home’s far away,

Where the night ends with glamorous day

I lay at night over a flowery bouquet.

Where the flight of birds

leaves me without words,

Where the doe teaches the young to move in a herd,

The news which only the wind has heard

Of skies making the sight blurred,

I think they might have had a word.

Now comes down the rain,

Inviting by the banks, flocks of cranes,

Where everything has its own charm,

Some please others, some might harm,

I call it God’s creation great,

Oh Nature! Path to heaven straight!

A Poem

Lakshya Somani, Class XI B

Is it the rhyme that builds it?
Or the depth of emotions?
Is it the use of vocabulary?
Or metaphors set into motion?
Is it a combination of letters,
One that touches the heart?
Or is it just a method,
To pen down all our thoughts apart?
A wise man once told me,
A writer is not one who can write down what he feels,
A writer is one who can make the reader,
Feel without it being real.
Till this day I recite these words wherever I roam,
Not one, but all of these things, finally make a poem.

Month: April 2019

Chocolate Fantasy

Saksham Jain, Class VI C

My Brother

Advaita Shukla, Class IX E

My Little Brother

Aaditya Shukla, Class IX E

Oh! My Dear!

Likhit Sethi, Class IX E

When You Come Home

Pranav Dubey, Class IX E

The Fate of the Wanderer

Manvay Rawat, Class IX G

Book Review: Great Expectations

Rudra Khandelwal, Class VIII A

Happiness

Adi Dantre, Class XII-C

Nature

By Avi Shrivastava, Class X G

A Poem

Lakshya Somani, Class XI B

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