They say beauty lies in the eye of the beholder
Very true I’ll have to say
The best months to realise this are March, April and May
Spring has sprung
Every year nature sung
Colours bright, bold and never dull
Myriad, vibrant and mystical!
Every leaf, petal, flower and tree
Has the spirit of being beautiful, serene and free!
I love nature lots, you’ll ask why
Well, the sight of flowers against the sky
Is the form of beauty that meets my eye.
It’s time to fear the world ends here…..
Everything was on fire,
Was our earth on funeral pyre?
l was petrified,
Due to heat everything was liquefied.
Mother Earth was about to shed its tears, in an atrocious fear.
All her production, had turned into destruction,
Due to the greed of human evolution.
Every soul is crying ‘cause it’s not clean,
Earth is dying because it’s not green.
And the world ends here, no time to say goodbye,
We all are gone and we all know why.
Suddenly I woke up at night, thanks to my ringing alarm, that gave my dream a good bite.
As I opened the window, I felt the gentle breeze,
Among the swaying trees.
Hearing the song of birds,
I was speechless with no words.
Then I saw the sunshine, what a beautiful day!
Under the trees, we can run and play.
Oh! God are you the creator, an artist, painter, imaginator.
All this gave me relief,
But now my dream has turned into real belief.
That it’s tomorrow’s reality,
We all have to change everyone’s mentality.
To not cut trees and deforestation to freeze.
We have to save mother’s flourishing nature.
No water to drain, will try to get more rain,
We will try our best again and again.
You see me,
I am a tree,
From all hardships of life,
I am free,
don’t you agree?
But now maybe more of me you won’t see,
What have I done?
The problem is,
That root of destruction (what was it again?),
Before which if you run,
You will seek yourself in vain,
On the pristine clothes of humanity it puts a disgraceful stain,
Summer, Winter, Spring, Autumn or rain,
From running behind it you should refrain,
You think I am lying,
Ok fine go running behind it down the drain.
And now what is it called,
If I don’t remember it that’s not my fault,
Oh yes it’s that m-mm-mo- yes MONEY,
I am getting old,
But for your needs I am still bold,
So then keep your legs on hold,
I can give you things better than gold,
‘Cause I am the one, sonny,
Who gives paper for money,
When friends and I can give you honey,
Why do you run for money?
Some human who had some brains,
Who had REAL blood in his veins, spoke:
I think that the old creature is right,
For the trees we must fight,
If we want to live,
Trees have to survive,
We must repay them,
‘Cause they give us precious oxygen,
They have always given and never taken,
I won’t ever see anything as glorious, majestic, clean and beautiful,
As a tree,
Aren’t these words correctly said by me ?
There can be nothing like a tree,
These words are not just said by a nature-loving-dude like me,
But by every one who loves the tree,
Don’t you agree?
Let me tell you a story emphasizing upon the necessary instigation of the conventional habitude of affixing oneself to moral grounds, and yet the long-lost practice of not floccinaucinihilipilificating the commonly deprecated masses. The story also focuses its light on the power of having an equitable mindset, along with the indispensable usage of felicitous vocabulary…
“Twenty years ago, I, along with my dad, was waiting for the night bus to come, so that we could finally head home. Dad used to work the afternoon and evening shifts at the Berryman Café, and I used to pack his lunch and take it to him every day after school. We used to spend the evenings together, and would leave for home at eight each night, either by walking, or, if I got lucky, sometimes by the bus.
The pouring rain had been engulfed by the darkness, and I was feeling quite warm, huddled in dad’s oversized coat, standing in the sheltered bus station. On the opposite pavement, a disheveled man in ragged clothes was sluggishly raking the leaves off the thoroughfare. His eyes blinked ceaselessly due to the incessant rain, as his hands unremittingly scratched his chin. The man hopelessly looked around, and then got back to finishing his work.
Another boy my age was standing in the shelter with his father, presumably waiting for the same bus. His father pointed his finger at the man, and said, ‘Son, if you do not study, you will end up being like him.’
On hearing this, my face instinctively turned towards my dad. He gently placed his hand on my shoulder and smiled. Gesturing towards the tattered man, he said earnestly, ‘Son, if you study, you will be able to make the world a better place for him.’”
This beautiful story, is the perfect amalgamation of true hopefulness, and parlance, and emphasizes upon the necessary complementation of psychology, and phraseology— it shows us the power that positive psychology can have on a child’s mindset, at the same time, cautioning us, that this consciousness needs the right words, to leave an everlasting impact.
The eventual goal of both the fathers was the same— first, to make their child realize the importance of education, which, will, when all is said and done, brighten the child’s future. However, the basic dominant contrast between the psychology of the two children, growing up, would be this— The first child would be in constant fear of his future, and thus, his intrinsic motivation to perform well in life, will, at any point of time, be directed by trepidation of ending up like the battered man he had looked down upon, as a child. On the other hand, the latter, would try equally hard to accomplish something in life, but with hope, and wishful thinking in his heart, and not perpetual anxiety.
The first child may, or may not achieve something in life, but the latter will definitely be the one to bring the change the society yearns for. The second child, will be the one to amend the world, so that it becomes a better place for the people he looks forward to helping, with his efforts.
It’s not yet over if that’s not how you wanted,
for He will bless you as your deeds has He counted.
Don’t fear what you’re doing is erroneous, for it may seem to be enigmatic and gruelling at first,
but isn’t that how you understand the mystery of love?
Mystery it seems, history it may become soon,
but the gravity it contains, that’s a fathomless room.
Be buoyant, be sanguine, that’s what will earn you credit when He ranks you in.
Humanity, altruism and benevolence is what He looks for,
that’s when a happy ending might seem not so far.
Who created ignorance and hatred, may I dare to ask?
For a gracious and truthful heart is what I looked for from the start.
Now that you know what it is that makes the end happy and desirable,
do you vow with me, to ameliorate yourself, a promise undeniable?
It takes strength to be firm, it takes courage to be gentle.
It takes strength to conquer, it takes courage to surrender.
It takes strength to be certain, it takes courage to have doubt.
It takes strength to fit in, it takes courage to stand out.
It takes strength to feel a friend’s pain, it takes courage to feel your own pain.
It takes strength to endure abuse, it takes courage to stop it.
It takes strength to stand alone, it takes courage to lean on another.
It takes strength to love, it takes courage to be loved.
It takes strength to survive, it takes courage to live.
This time what my fate might be
Shall be accepted with joy by me
Yet I ask to not be told
That my bones and eyes are growing old
I know the road to life is tough
But please keep another day for such stuff!
Addiction
Brings tension,
We are prisoners
Of social media, games and Twitter,
All this is junk and litter
Everytime is not fine,
Sometimes one is on cloud 9,
Give fun some space
In this gadget maze,
Take some pain,
Your efforts won’t go in vain,
It might be a little chaotic
But it is also pragmatic,
Try to enjoy life
Without tech vibes,
Your hands are techcuffed,
Cut them and move with your tribes
Life is jovial,
Go outside, see the world yourself,
Be happy with other things,
Then you’ll know that excess gadget use stinks.
Technology created a problem
And of course
Needs a solution…
People are busy with laptops and mobiles,
Not just a day
But throughout their life…
Everyday is now
Moving like a turtle
I don’t know why
It has become a boredom…
The boredom was brought
By the word technology
And the tension is that
They find it interesting…
Meet, Zoom and Whatsapp
Are now the ways to meet
the people who are far
Or as near as to tweet.
Now I think
Why I found it so exciting
I was fine at home initially
But now I’m crying.
Once upon a time there lived a girl named Alexa who was about 13 years old. She lived in the NYC and her parents gave her whatever she demanded. One day after seeing a senior talking to her friends that she had over a 1000 followers on Instagram, Alexa thought that if she had her own mobile she would have an Insta account too and then she would be famous!
The very same day Alexa asked her father for a phone. Her father knew that he should not give it to her but he couldn’t refuse Alexa and then she got her own phone with a sim and Insta account! Then she decided to post wonderful pictures and have many followers. In the beginning, she had only 28 followers but the number soon increased to 10140 and Alexa was in the seventh heaven!
Once she posted a picture which she loved but her followers detested it and unfollowed her at once and she was left with only 3 followers. She was very depressed. Her father could not bear this. He went up to her and told her that when Graham Bell had invented the phone, it was tied with wires and yet it was really useful. But now that the phones have become wire free, humans are tied to them. It was nice in the start to have a touchscreen phone but soon social media spread and the wire between human and phone turned to an addiction which proved harmful.
Social media praises you but also depresses you. He said, “Alexa, you have got your phone but remember that phone can also be harmful to you. The choice is yours.”
This statement made Alexa think. From then on, she used her mobile phone only for important purposes. She spread awareness about mobile addiction and its harms. In the school she was known not for her Insta followers but for the awareness she created. Her father had opened her eyes. Her father was really proud of her and Alexa was also happy that she was not a mobile addicted person anymore.
