Shishukunj

Dance of the Dewdrop

Tanu Rajangaonkar, Class X

The green, soft, luminous plain

Was showered by a drop.

Like the cravings of the crops

On the land above.

Slipping down through the velvet

Crawling with a snake’s fate;

Opaqueness lost, clear as a crystal

The world could be seen through

With a panoramic view.

The twirls and turns

Like a york of a belle dancer;

Clicked by the world

Which conjectures

‘Is this the best picture?’

Unlike, subjects of a kingdom

Who follow the mainstream,

This is a brook on a leaf

Cutting down the way.

School Days

School DaysRiddhi Singhania, Class X D

The days of school, you’ll never forget,

The fun and punishments that you get.

The friends, giggles, gossips and more,

Will remain in you till you get to four score!

Life is a journey…Riddhi Singhania, Class X D

Go ahead, walk ahead

Run ahead all day

Because life is nothing

But roads all the way.

You start like a pram

And then speed-up like a car

After you become an adolescent

You will have reached quite far.

Then too, the road is ahead

It will never come to top

And even if you grow too old

It will take you to the top!

Dawn, a hero, a savior after the long darkness of night. It brings light and along with it life to the sleeping world. It brings warmth. There is nothing more beautiful than seeing dawn from a hill or a valley. It signifies strength and tells the people to get up from their sleep. It shows us to never give up and keep moving towards our goal. it is the most beautiful thing one can witness. Dawn gives us a message – Never stop trying because real failure only prevails when we stop trying.

Akansha Naneria, Class X D

See, it is out there, the smile of heaven.

People like to wake up and go out in the fresh air,

Take a walk in the ground.

The nature is fresh.

The dew drops are on the grass

We take a stroll there.

Loving nature is my passion.

The sky has pink cotton candy puffed clouds

In the sky this morning.

The sky is orange grey in colour.

I like this morning.

It is nature we like.

Love the nature.

Riddhi Singhania, Class X D

See! It is out there, the smile of the heaven, the blessing of the sun, touching not our body, but our soul, enlightening it with sacred purity. The round ball of fire, or rather energy, rises from over the horizon, waking up the old dreaming world into a new fresh morning. Deep in the heart of the sun, the crimson colour reflects a kaleidoscopic panorama, soothing every viewer’s eyes. The light of the sun is like the hand of a mother, beckoning her child to go ahead and fulfill all aspirations in the day to come.

Siddhant Athawale, Class X D

Dawn is an ignition to life in every living being on earth. It signifies the departure of darkness and arrival of brightness of light which calls for happiness and prosperity, for all. It’s the beginning of a new day, a new story and new experiences unknown to everyone. As the yellow-orange ball of fire rises up, it turns the orange-red overcast sky to blue. The thing which adds icing to the cake is the greenery, the fresh air and the beautiful chirping of the birds which feels soothing to our ears. This indicates only one message – ‘Never look back in life and always move forward and think of the present.’

And A New Story Began…

Vasudha Gupta, Class X D

With a flowery face

And cheeks ablaze

Looked on by all sires

She set the stage on fire.

With ribbon in hand

The bridesmaids all

Made sure the beauty

Never did fall.

Dressed all in white

Her tiara quite right

To the stage so grand

She was escorted by her dad.

In satin and studded pearls

She, more elegant than most girls

Disarming was her smile

For she was the royal bride.

And so at the final step

The old man handed her pet

To the charming young man

And a new story began.

The Stone That Remains Unturned

Asmi Chelawat, Class X A

Amongst the trees that rose so high,

Among the animals that are so wild,

A flowery bush that stands a bit low,

With the beauty that is ready to be explored.

‘Does beauty have some requirement,

Or does it lie beneath oneself,

Willing to be explored and to be felt?’

Thinks the bush to itself.

It does not know what comes ahead,

It waits to see what happens next,

To see if it dies out of pain,

Or if its beauty gets some words of fame.

It wishes that it gets a name,

Poets who are willing to frame,

Poems on its beauty and grace,

Time, oh it wants to rush its pace.

This is what the bush feels,

Some leaves so green and others uncurled,

Out of all rocks that were so huge,

This is the stone that remains unturned.

Who Am I?

Arushi Jain, Class X A

I am the letters of the beautiful words that compose me,

I am found in the souls of the talented singers.

My sole job is to reach the people

And make them calm

And relaxed.

I am, I’ll be and I’ll remain

As my feel remains in the heart of the people

And my words echo in their mind.

By now, you must have understood

That I am a song.

The Hideous Nightmare

Simran Dewani, Class X F

It was just a hideous nightmare,

And yet, I was left in despair.

A dream haunted by a deadly ghost,

Which scared me the most.

Marking time to sleep in the dark,

Ignoring those whining dogs bark.

Then outside it started to rain,

Those noises which made me insane.

My dream was full of dead meat,

Which me skip a heartbeat.

While noises of trees and storms were terrifying me,

‘End the dream! End the dream!’ I kept crying.

Imagining in garments, black as pitch,

The wild and wicked witch.

And finally, I covered myself in my bed,

With a pillow on my head.

If I Were Rain

Rishita Neema, Class VIII A

If I would be a part of the cloud,

I would be mighty and proud.

Stand above all,

Without any hurdles or wall.

But I’d definitely miss,

My allies and the snake’s hiss.

Even the thoughts of ruling seem sour,

Without companions, what a bore!

And when the cloud burst,

It was the end of my thirst,

That moment, that bliss,

When I could come rumbling, tumbling for Mother Earth to kiss.

But when from my dream destination, yards away I flew,

I saw a sight – strange and new,

People running away from me,

Shielding themselves under an umbrella or a tree.

Children sailing paper boats – fun that would’ve been,

That was the scene when,

We were friends, they and me,

Those children are now drinking tea.

But it seems that some of my companions could not forget me so soon,

So they let me trickle down their cheeks,

Some sacred, consoling joy, they have not known,

For a hundred days and million weeks.

I Am A River

Riddhi Singhania, Class X D

I am a river

Ready to explore

The fields and valleys

And lots more.

I am a river

Strong enough

To be able to cut through

Rocks so tough.

I am a river

Eternal forever

No matter what obstructs me

I won’t give up, no, never.

A Hurried Goodbye

Kartik Chopra, Class IX F

Andrew took a large gasp of breath. He was quick for a man of 6’2’’. Even his six year old son Noah was fast enough to catch up with him. ‘I know a cave around here where they won’t be able to find us,’ said the little boy, ‘I used to come here with my friends.’ He led them there.

It was a disturbingly creepy place but owing to how tired they were, they instantly fell into a trance of sleep. This day had been too much for Noah to assimilate. His mother had been cooking his favourite lasagna when two burly ‘tromokrates’ or terrorists in Greek, had barged into the house and asked for his dad.

Noah knew about his father’s controversial speech at the district elections the other day. He had quickly called his parents and they had used the trap door in the kitchen to escape. In his heart Noah had said a silent goodbye to Abdera.

Category: Blog

Dance of the Dewdrop

Tanu Rajangaonkar, Class X

School Days

School DaysRiddhi Singhania, Class X D

Life is a journey…Riddhi Singhania, Class X D

Dawn

Aditya Tiwari, Class X D

Akansha Naneria, Class X D

Riddhi Singhania, Class X D

Siddhant Athawale, Class X D

And A New Story Began…

Vasudha Gupta, Class X D

The Stone That Remains Unturned

Asmi Chelawat, Class X A

Who Am I?

Arushi Jain, Class X A

The Hideous Nightmare

Simran Dewani, Class X F

If I Were Rain

Rishita Neema, Class VIII A

I Am A River

Riddhi Singhania, Class X D

A Hurried Goodbye

Kartik Chopra, Class IX F

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