Shishukunj

Our Shared Responsibility

It is the animals who actually have the rights on earth. We humans are short sighted; we utilize the earth’s resources and do not pay back. We are clever to just use the resources and not care about it. But all humans are not like this; some do care about our earth and protect it in many ways. Many people try and reduce global warming and some NGOs are working to save our earth. Animals are using earth but not polluting it, we humans use the earth and pollute it. We selfishly kill animals for their products. These days we see so many animals suffering, like pigeons. They aren’t able to make nests and if they are able to, they have to make from wires, not twigs, because we have cut trees. We see butterflies with cut wings.

I saw one in my community garden. When I tried to pick it up and leave it by the side, I noticed that someone had already stepped on it- not even seeing the beautiful creature!

Let us look around and learn to admire God’s handiwork.

A Muted Scream

He hops and jumps from tree to tree,

In his pads of furry white,

And from his great, high place he can see

The stars which fill the night.

At dawn, he greets the sunrise true

And dances free in fire trails,

He wants to lie in fields of grass and dew

But instead gets pierced with iron nails.

In bushes, and shrubs he carefully makes

An escape from those savage hounds,

He hides in ferns and brakes

But instead gets smashed in bullet rounds.

The tribal chief, he sits back in the chair

Takes his time with the cigar,

He pauses to think through this affair

And catches that bunny from afar.

When midnight comes, the shepherd’s dogs

Hunt and track him to his den,

They fright and shout and laugh these hogs

For a piece of meat, from their grinning men.

When he stays, they decide to wait on his track

Headman sets the strongest one loose,

His scrawny nose turned dark black

He bravely leaps up the noose.

Next dawn, he silently hears

The cries and shouts of his dears,

This morning, he was lonely at his hole

Dancing from pole to pole.

What I have learnt from the lockdown

The lockdown has taught me how to be more creative,
And get more engaged with my relatives.
It has taught me how to live with limited supplies,
As the spread of this disease multiplies.

It has made us work, play and study online,
But don’t worry, it will all be fine.
It has taught us to spend more time and love our family,
And that the ways to carve our future are so many.

Who Am I?

Who am I ?
It’s so hard to say
all of my thoughts get in the way.

I just can’t seem to find my way to happiness every day.

Until I can break away from my fears
I’ll find myself sleeping through life’s best years.

Who am I ?
Now I might say
I am part
of this wonderful day.

I am anything
my heart declares
for the fear no longer
strangles or tires
my will to enjoy
life’s great pleasures
Its joys and happiness
Its natural adventures.

Now I look forward
to each precious moment
instead of living
in darkness and torment.

Why, Oh Why

Why, oh why
Oh my ,my
I coach and coddle
And cuddle and kiddle them
And then
They talk about papers-
Forgetting their winning capers-

They’ll be talking about
Stone and scissors next
Or of the importance of the
Written text,
And be afraid of
Silly stuff like the grammar
I say
Why be a crammer…
And then they ponder
When they should fly
And I ask myself
Why,oh why???

तो समझो वह हिंदी है

विस्तृत विश्व ,भाषाएं अगणित
स्वर भी सबके अपने हैं,
कानों में रस माधुरी घोले
तो समझो वह हिंदी है।

सुगम सरल है, सौम्य सहज भी
उच्चारण शुद्धि लाती है,
जिव्हा पर विद्युत सी डोले
तो समझो वह हिंदी है।

बुद्धिजीवियों की कोई भाषा
कोई पठन-पाठन ,अध्यापन की,
जन की बातें ,जन से बोले
तो समझो वह हिंदी है।

सौंदर्य की भाषा, ज्ञान की भाषा
लावण्यमई कहलाती है
मां की ममता याद दिलाए
तो समझो वह हिंदी है।

स्वप्ना तिवारी

हमारी हिंदी

The Bookworm

Splash!” And the poor little lady cried out, “I’ll HAVE to go tell your parents about your mischief, though they already know it,” and went away muttering, “These children…I’ll have to clean the floor once more now.”

The spoiled brute went slipping through the staircase, two steps a time and “Raaaaaaaaah” he cried. The fat girl who lived in the house next door ran home with wet cheeks and soaked eyelashes. Miles dashed back home and shoved little Minnie right into a chair. His mom couldn’t bear it anymore, but what could she do?

He went straight to the living room where the TV was located and grabbed his video game controls and won every game in a row. Next, he reached for his laptop and clicked on the Xbox button, like, a 100 times or so.

Now he swung his cupboard open and grabbed a handful of Hershey’s chocolates. He didn’t bother to look at his round tummy.

He clutched the mic system from his father’s room, opened the window and shouted his heart out,which was his new hobby.

But Miss Improve-that-Kid wasn’t gonna let this Miles guy get his filthy hands over any more mischief ideas. A wave of her wand and…

Everything turned really really huge. Miles could see a blue wormy thingy instead of his legs. He saw himself in the dirt covered mirror. In the mirror Miles saw a really green and really tiny worm, with a nose and a pair of eyes, and nothing except these 2 things. Miles pulled his cheek, not his plumpy ones, but just a thin layer of green skin. It wasn’t a nightmare. He spent days just getting really really bored. Nothing to do!

The fairy, Miss improve-that-Kid handed him a book. She felt really bad for him now. He had no hands, so he had to use his wormy tail. He couldn’t understand most of the words, but a dictionary helped him. He started spending days reading books, nights mugging up the dictionary.

This was because he didn’t have hands to shove his sister, legs to knock the poor lady’s soap water bucket, masks to scare the fat girl or voice to burst people’s ears. He now only had eyes to read, and nose to have-his-nose-in-a-book. Miss Improve-that-Kid was really impressed and offered to change him into a boy again, but he was like, “No, thanks.” She called him the Book Worm.

He married the Reading Bug soon after this and they both lived in their little burrow, reading stories to each other. The reading Bug was another rotten girl who had turned into a reading bug. You’ll never find him in any corner of this world, because he lives in his own world of books, so very happily!

Waiting Wisdom

In the beginning, we were together. It has been a long time since the last one left. Everyone feels the loss of their friends, their loved ones. None more so than I. You see I have been cursed with the intelligence to know the difference.

There used to be six of us. We were created to help mankind but one by one my brothers disappeared.

Justice left when both armies of the holy wars claimed him for themselves.

He was the first to leave.

Humanity left when genocide came to stay for a while.

Transcendence departed when people lost faith in their beliefs, be it god or man.

Temperance left when the world turned into a demanding entitled environment.

Courage faded when people were too scared by the opinions of other people to voice their own.

I’m wisdom and I’m still here. But that’s only because I knew we were destined to fail.

Now, all I do is wait. I believe we will be reunited one day. Life just has to come full circle.

Poeto-synthesis

In the journey of creative pursuits,

I have my own hypothesis.

Poetry is not an incidental outcome,

It goes through a process of poeto-synthesis.

In the fertile lands of imagination

A seed comes and lands.

Whether to nurture it or not,

The choice is in your hands.

In the soil of feelings,

The seed of poetry is grounded.

Hear hear, this is how,

A beautiful poem is founded.

In the sunlight of language,

With the oxygen of observation;

With watering of rhyme scheme,

Ideas take wings of imagination.

Author: shish_admin