The Little Things In Life

There’s little glee that for sale

That earthly greed can purchase

Little things that make us smile

That’s where true delight emerges.


Laughing and dancing in the rain

The sweet scent of petrichor

Cuddling on a winter morning

Aroma of cedar and myrrh.


The warmth of holding hands

Crickets chirping through the night

Marshmallows toasting on a fire

A new born baby’s delight.


The things that warm the heart

Which repel all the strife

What truly makes us smile?

It’s the little things in life.


The Poem Of A Bookworm


I’m a bookworm, and indignant as well

When people rather nosily question

The point of loving books so much,

The cause of my obsession?

I used to answer, and explain to them

Why I long for those lovely stories; simple!

Yet, they must not understand,

For they recommend to me: A Kindle!

Oh yes, it has its good points, I’m sure

But I do hope you understand:

The difference between that and books

Are that of sea and land.

I’m tired of answering again and again

So I’ll jot it down in this poem

Why I love ‘em books so much

So that (no offence) you’d leave me alone.

Books, let me tell; each one is so unique!

They have that certain magic

It makes us feel we’re watching it all,

Be it happy or funny or tragic.

Oh, these memories, they really do

Seem to engrave themselves in our heart

How the characters and readers combine:

Makes us cherish each and every part.

We nod our heads with laughter

Or we sob and drop the tears

Or with delight and bated breath

As every part does so adheres.

They entwine themselves so,

Within our book-inspired dreams

We become a part of them!

Or it certainly seems!

I’d suggest, if you DON’T feel the same,

The open one; give it a try!

And experience it all yourself

As you laugh and giggle and cry.

Like if you can relate!

Mr Popo Tries To Cook

Hey Guys! Today we have another Popo Poem! Dont know what that is? Well, Mr Popo is a regular character on my blog. He is always up to ridiculous things and his trusty wife Mrs Pipi has to help him out of them 😀 Click on the links below to see a few other post about him:


Today’s poem is about Mr Popo trying to cook! Without further ado, here it is:

mr popo tries to cook



Mr Popo, short and fat

Is back with us again

Again making a ginormous fuss

That cycle shall repeat again.


This time, our dear fussy man

Had seemed to attach a hook

To a habit- quite disastrous

Of wanting to learn to cook!


His Mrs Pipi just sighed

She was used to his little ways

Of wanting to do thinks so bizarre

They mostly didn’t last for two days.


Just when this funny little man

Proposed this cooking idea to her

She knew all the things she would

Have to clean and fix and stir.


Mrs Pipi knew much better

Than to just uselessly interfere

But leave her hubby alone to mess up

The dirt she would later clear.


Now meanwhile, near the stove,

Was Mr Popo, sneezing and crying

He breathed pepper chopping onions

Soon, he was quite done trying.


But he wanted to impress his wife

So he quickly call up a food shop

Asked for noodles home delivery

So the deliver came in a hop.


When it was finally suppertime

They sat together to eat-

But ah, there was a catch-

That it was takeout, he didn’t admit!


He passed it off as his own,

And Mrs Pipi was so impressed!

But in the middle of Popo’s gloating,

A problem suddenly pressed.


Mrs Pipi noticed capsicum in the meal

But she knew there were none at home

She inquired Mr Popo about it

An uneasiness began to roam.


Than he had to explain how

He hadn’t actually made it

He just got it to impress Pipi:

It came out bit by bit.


Ready for a disappointed wife.

He bowed his head in shame

But then he saw Pipi smiling

For she loved him all the same!


“Oh Popo! You are too funny!

That was silly, yes thats true.

But the fact you wanted to just impress me

Just makes me really love you!”


So the day ended with the short

And funny couple laughing about it

The stars bright and shining

The moon whitely brightly lit.

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Raksha Bandhan


Raksha Bandhan is a special festival in India. It is a day where a sister ties a band known as a rakhi on her brother wrist as an act of love and care. Happy Raksha Bandhan my friends!


Oh brother, on this special day

This rakhi that I give to you

carries the deepest meanings

From my heart and true.


We fight almost everyday

Like a Tom and Jerry show

A matter of death and survival

Dodging every shout and blow.


But dada, if that didn’t happen

We wouldn’t be quite as close

The love that I want to give

I hope this little rakhi shows.


So brother, put out your hand

And I will tie this bond of utmost care

Cheers to a happy loving life

And a few more squabbles to share.



Friends :)


Friends :)

Hello, my dear viewers! I am sorry for the long absence. The laptop was just not working! But now I am here to hopefully please you with my poems and posts.
You see, I have an older sister who is now going off to college. She once asked me to write a poem to express her love to her old friends from school. She, Leena, really loved her friends and cared for them, that anyone could see. So I agreed to write a poem and I thought about how I myself would feel if I had to be separated from my dear friends, and this is what came to my mind.
It will be days few
And I’ll scoot out of school.
I’d nose around for future
And work and dream and drool.
But I know, that I’ll be empty
In a little part of me
For I will miss you people
I know that you can see.
I’ll miss the school-y days
And the books and pens
But what I’ll miss most of all
Is my group of friends.
With whom I have laughed
Cried, played and fought
Aha, my group of friends
I will forget naught.
I’ll laugh when I think
Of the funny school days
And I’ll cry too
As I remember our craze.
Friends, even if
I’m in a different place
I’m hugging you forever:
Friendship is the trace.

Friends Together Again


Garfield pic

>When my father was in school, he shared a close friendship with some of his schoolmates. Their bond was so strong that they were quite inseparable. Even when they left school and parted ways, their pure, soft flame of friendship never broke. Two months ago, Papa had gone to the U.S for a business trip. When he reached, he met his old friends. He mailed to me….:

Hi Dear,
I met some old friends of mine after many years – Mama can show you the picture. I want you to write a poem for me about meeting old friends and how good you feel – going down the memory lane , maintaining childish thoughts – as if we are meeting after a day and not 20 years .. something about child friendship which does not die but keep the flame on which is pure , soft and not driven by materialistic world …. so on and so forth.
Love, Papa ♥

And so, that moment, I went into Papa’s mind and imagined how it would feel to meet my cherished friends after 20 years. This is what I came up with:


I have grown a beard
My smile is quite old
And yes, I have a family!
My life’s in perfect mould!
I have rules and terms
I follow them well
But have you ever felt
That urge to go and dwell?
To forget my age
And simply transform
Into simple schoolboy
My heart young and warm!
My friend, I have told you.
I am not that young anymore.
From that little point,
I have reached miles galore!
But that doesn’t change
The little, precious fact
The flame from the time we met
Yes, it stays exact.
Even though I’m not young
I’m still that little boy
Who treated life carefree
Like a tiny toy!
I still remember when
Together we linked arms
Played pranks on friends
Made with teacher charms.
Laughed and ran out to play
And see if our gang
Had scored enough goals yet
And get that childish pang!
Fought madly over
The possession of a pencil
Like a squabbling ducky
Or a banging utensil.
Ran with windy speed
To avoid laying shadow
On one another
On this we were mad-oh!
I’ll never forget how
We walked to homes of each other
Hoping for Auntie’s delicious treats
Like sister and brother.
Oh, the times we had
when we were tiny growing seeds
Carrying out funny plans
And naughty boy misdeeds.
My friend, keep listening.
Even though it’s twenty years
The child-y flame’s blazing
Warding of the fears.
Till now, you and me
Are best friends in and out
The truth is in the air.
Not even a point to shout!
If we are in different places
And thousand miles apart
I’m Arindam and you’re my BFF
Young, loving from heart.

I Saw


When upon my bed I lay
And closed my eyes and thought
How blissful nature is to me
I dreamed but I slept not.
With my ears I heard a melody
Which was unsophisticated but oh!
‘Twas the best I had ever heard
At once did I know.
I looked out the window
And saw a little bird
I saw and kept on seeing
Without saying a word.
Through her black beak
She just sang to me
Her black eyes set shining
As she sat on the tree.
I knew not her name
But she snatched me-
With the beauty of her heart
She gladdened me slowly.
She had hair on her head
And eyes so kind and caring
A shimmer around her
And a heart which she was with me sharing.
And everyday I see her
Her song brings happiness
How lovely and kind she is
Is truthful to confess.

Friendship- My Friend

An amazing friend of mine is she
She is my life, my eternity
She is the very support of my soul
Always she fills my saddening hole
Only for her God to us sends
Our dearest people, family and friends
She does not exist though she does in a way
All our worries she sends to bay
She is our very importand need
To us she is vital indeed
Without her our minds shall be lost
Our happy memories shall be covered with frost
But we shant have those moments if she isnt there even at first,
She works so hard for us, you’d really think she’d burst
Our friends and family, our love and dear,
Would not be with you if she was not here
Our happiness depends on her, she brings our true companions
The shelter she gives us, even beats the shelter of the banyans
She is not a celebriity, yet she owns fame
Now I shall tell you- Friendship is her name.

Save The Tiger

Tigers are getting endangered. They are illegaly being killed for their bones, teeth and skin. Lets see some facts that we should know..

1. A hundred years ago more than 100,000 tigers were present on Earth. Today, there is as few as 3,200.

2. The tigers are an important part of the food chain.

3. Tigers are amazing creatures, and their secrets are hidden deep within. With the help of tigers, we may not know it but it affects the weather, the balance in nature in uncountable ways.

We may not be able to save the tigers, but we can still show our care towards them. Make a placard, write a slogan about Save The Tiger. Do research on tigers and realise how important they are to us. Make a group with your friends and discuss the topic. Make new ideas on how to spread the word. Talk to your teacher about the matter and see what can be done. Maybe, with your help, if you can support the idea of Save The Tiger, many people will follow your advice and do their best to save the tiger. Avoid products made of tiger skin, bones, teeth, etc. Keep your hand on your heart, close your eyes and say:
Save The Tiger