“Study nature
love nature;
live with nature.
It will never
fail you.”
Month: October 2020
The Beauty of Black
A Microcosm
Poem on Corona Virus
Corona is a deadly disease
And has made the whole economy freeze
We are all stuck in our house
And COVID has made us feel like a trapped mouse
Most of the people are scared
But they are also prepared
We need to follow rules
And those who do not, are just fools
We all need to be responsible
And this is how the stopping of this disease will be possible
The Mask
I love wearing a mask, it hides my poking nose,
And protects me from the sneezing doze.
It takes the safety limit to the sky,
But I still don’t know why
I love my mask.
Because being at home is a gruelling task.
At last,
I would like to ask,
When will we be rid of the mask?
When will we show our beautiful faces?
And when will there be no Covid cases?
My Neighbours
A New Perspective
“What a nuisance this pen has created in front of my favorite teacher! I am going to throw it in the dustbin now.” said Lucy.
Lucy believed that she got scolded in front of her class not because of her but because of her pen and so she wanted to throw her pen away. As she was going to throw it in the dustbin, she felt someone crying and her hands getting wet slowly. But she ignored this and went close to the dustbin to throw her pen into it. That’s when she heard a loud and angry voice, “Leave me, it’s not my fault that you got scolded, Lucy.”
Lucy looked around but didn’t see anyone else. With a shock she realised it was the pen in her hand as it introduced itself.
Lucy told the pen in an angry manner, “I use you everyday. I also think of you as MY BEST FRIEND but because of your laziness my handwriting got spoiled,” Lucy sputtered angrily, “How dare you do that! I don’t want to see you a single minute more!” said Lucy.
“This wasn’t my fault Lucy,” said her pen politely. “It’s actually you who force me to write. Sometimes you and your friends also play with me, you also throw me and my tip gets bent but I’ve never complained and kept bearing the pain.” It really looked crestfallen.
Lucy realised her mistake and said sorry to her pen from the depth of her heart. She had new respect in her voice as she promised all her materials to keep them safely and of course respectfully.
The Teddy Bear
They call me teddy bear
And carry me here and there
Some toss me, some tear me
Ow! it hurts looking at their glee
But some kind masters
Handle me with care, preventing disasters
Oh! Their cuddle is very soothing
Whenever I am lost they start cooing
My master takes me wherever he goes
With me alone, he likes to pose
He never ever leaves my side
With him the magic spreads far and wide
I am glad to be a part of his family
By staying here I feel so worthy
Sometimes he’s upset but I never fight
He gives me a tight hug and I’m alright
Song of a Paintbrush
Don’t look at me so, you make me blush
I’ve painted myself red
For I’m a paint brush.
From nylon bristle to badger hair
We won’t disappoint, you won’t despair.
To create a beautiful world what does a painter wield?
Paintbrushes and paint, yes indeed.
Like dogs for man, I’m a painter’s best buddy,
With me, he can paint the beautiful, vast sea.
They say fairies paint the world
From flowers to the clouds swirled.
Point being I help express the soul,
Truly indeed, we paintbrushes make the world whole.
A Nightmare?
No. no. no…. this cannot be happening..
‘Yes. It is!’- came the reply.
But, I can’t believe it!
‘Oh, yes I knew that, you have written all about yourself in me and I pretty well know about your habit of not believing people, and in today’s case things, easily’, my journal wrote.
Today, it suddenly got feelings and started talking and today as I am writing in it (what should I call it now) it is replying to all the things! Unbelievable!!
To what I wrote, it replied,“Ok Akarsha enough! First of all, I had feelings all along. Secondly, refer to me as ‘she’, not it! And lastly, start believing that it is normal for a journal like me to talk! ‘
I was writing and recording all the things she was saying inside her only.
I wrote, she answered. I couldn’t believe that she had read all my secrets! To this, she said (more like teased) “ohhooo …. I know dear Akarsha’s secrets!!! If you don’t believe in me now, I will babble out all of them to your mum and teachers and friends…’.
Now, I got scared. She said ‘WHY DO YOU FORGET THAT I CAN READ WHATEVER YOU WRITE IN ME!!! ‘
“Okay, I am certainly dreaming… Any second now, I will be waking up to find my journal back to normal and just sitting quietly on my desk”, I wrote.
“No, you won’t… no, you won’t…’ these were the last words that I saw appearing in my journal before drifting off to sleep. Do you think I will wake up inside my vindictive journal?
