Month: October 2019
Me, Myself and I
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?
Dear Friend
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.
Sketches – Owl and Deer
Friend
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
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.
Pretty Anxious for a Complaint
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.”
The Real God
And there he goes again.
For the sailor was back on a voyage,
Risks none, just a lot to gain,
This time choosing the right track.
The treasure was left buried somewhere
His goal was to find it all,
Myths and stories had he heard a lot
But no support to take the final call.
With guts and preparation, he left for the island,
Not alone but with a lot of courage,
Instead of jewels or a chest of coins
All that he found there was an old sage.
The sailor asked the sage for the treasure,
For he’d not understood the reality still,
Before going to the long sleep,
The sage finally said the magical words.
While going back home the sailor pondered
On how the words mean what,
In a few words the sage had explained
Something which even long essays fail to.
All that the sage had said,
Left a deep impact on the sailor,
For he had understood crystal clear
That he was his own god and his body his treasure.
Goopy and Bagha
Goopy and Bagha
Trisha Gajabi, Class VI B
If everybody had liked the beat of Byne and
If everybody had liked the song of Gyne,
Then they both couldn’t have met each other,
Their journey of adventure couldn’t have gone any further.
Their life would not have anything new yet,
Instead they formed a duet.
Ahoy, ahoy, ahoy, here comes the king of ghosts,
Asking them – what are the three things
That you want most?
We’ve got our wishes granted, but
If you were in our place,
What would have you wanted? – they said.
Books
Manya Shah, Class VI B
A book never asks whether you are young or old
Neither does it ask whether you are simple or bold.
It never asks whether you are rich or poor.
It just asks – can you read me sooner?
A book remains a man’s best friend,
Even when it has come to an end.
Books take me from reality to imaginary
In one and only place called a library.
Home Sweet Home
I am moving to my new home,
On top of it, there’s a dome.
I play day and night in the garden,
My mother says, “Come home, pardon.”
I even play video games,
With my best friend, James.
At my house, there’s a new lfower vase
I take care of it and look at its beautiful face.
In the summers, it’s too hot,
I sit under the AC, after I sweat a lot.
Out house looks very nice,
‘God! Please help! There are mice!”
I go to my school in the morning,
When I go, the sun is scorching.
In the evening, I stand up on the dome,
And I love my home sweet home!
