Box Of Memories- Poem

He tucked his child in bed to sleep

In the still of the silent night

He yawned, but he had work to do

Office chores by the night lamp’s light

When from the corner of his weary eyes

A stowed away box he spied

He inched his way towards it

Swept decades of dust off its side

In mild curiosity it was opened

And these were the box’s contains:

Picture albums in black and white

Snippets of past, childhood’s remains.

The 40 year old gazed at himself

Locked in mother’s embrace

Twelve years old, young, carefree

Now a tear rolled down his face

He turn the page and stared

His heart heavier as he went on

The days with his own family

Those beautiful days were gone.

He close his eyes; before him flashed

The day which held the most regret

At 19, he had left his parents

Whom he had sworn to forget.

From a distance came a voice

“Daddy?” he heard his princess say

He yearned she’d never leave her papa

Like he abandoned his one day.

“I’m coming my love,” he smiled

Giving her soft hand a little squeeze

The lights came off and he slept,

Remembering that box of memories.

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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.

Unity In Diversity

What’s the colour of your skin?

Is it black, white, yellow or brown?

Physically, it sets us all apart

So wear your identity like a crown!

 

From which country to you come?

From the north, south, east or west?

You represent your land’s uniqueness

So epitomize what makes it best!

 

Your culture, your traditions, your family

Your colour, your home, your beauty

Wear your individuality as a badge

Glorify it, as is your duty!

 

Unity in Diversity. It’s what

Makes our hearts come closer

Spread brotherhood through the world

Find intimacy within exposure.

 

Without fragmentation, we are diverse

Without uniformity, we are united

Celebrate your difference my sisters

Forget the need to hide it!

Foul racism and inequality

Is going to tear the bond apart

Now or never- we must begin

To make amends we should start.

 

God blessed us all with this treasure

How thoughtful is the Almighty

We are different- exceptional

Only to shine ever more brightly.

 

 

Are We Really So Different?

Last month, there was an open submission of poetry from middle school students, on the topic ‘Are We Really So Different?” referring to the British Rule, aka the differences between us, as Indians and them as Britishers. This is what I submitted-the main message being celebrating our differences, respecting our history and surging ahead hand in hand. I hope you like my take on the topic! 🙂

Are we really so different?

This you may just wonder

Between the British and the Indians

Are there variances we fall under?

 

There used to be a time

Which not many of us have forgotten

When we were taken over by the British

And treatment of slavery we had gotten.

 

200 years we suffered and ached

With the thirst of freedom and liberty

Grabbed at our weaknesses with pride

‘Divide and rule’ brought them into victory.

 

They took advantage of the malice

Present in kingdom battle and meelee

But what they did bought far more agony-

67 years have passed since then today.

 

With hearts burning of patriotism

Our ancestors gifted us this nation

They fought to death with devotion

Yet, the youth doesn’t have appreciation.

 

Today, we have forgotten who we were

Clouded with Western, English influence

This revulsion is what we call ‘modern’

We must guard our culture with prudence.

 

Are we really so different?

Well I’m afraid not anymore!

If we can step back into our ethos

There’s still hope for igniting our core.

 

Being different is not a crime!

The differences make us so unique!

India is the land of colour and culture

About this we needn’t be discreet!

 

What are the characters of our country?

Excelling in art, music, science and literature

Aura of security, colour, joy and goodness

Don’t transform brilliance into a caricature.

 

We are known for our unity

We are the bigger people of the world

We unite the continents together

With Hindustan, happiness is swirled!

 

Are we really so different?

So the question you have set

Yes and no is the answer

How do I explain- it’s kismet.

 

No- we are not so dissimilar

We all are humans after all

Our origin doesn’t define character

Culture does not define one’s gall.

 

 

We all are at the top

We all have skill to exceed

English and Indian can hold hands

And together we can succeed-

 

History is history indeed-

Neither country should bring it back.

We aren’t different- God has given

Us equal form with equal knack.

 

Are we really so different?

You know what? We are indeed!

Why shy away from our uniqueness?

It is what makes us exceed.

 

Embrace your beautiful individuality

Remember how we went through adversity

We are beautiful- we are different-

We believe in unity in diversity!

 

Piano

An inexplicable beauty of senses

A pacifying and soothing serenade

Finger flying swiftly over the keys

Harmony thrillingly does fade.

 

Every note piercing stillness

Yet seemingly dissolving in the air

Chords amalgamating into brilliance

An effortless, incalculable flair.

 

So gentle and majestic, music

Melting into a dream for the mind

Human senses and the piano

So ostentatious; created to be combined.

 

 

Koalas

Koalas!

My Drawing

The fluffy little grey faunae

Australia- originates from there

The little Aussie wonders

Incorrectly named ‘koala bear’.

 

Yes, it is the sweet Koala

With fur so soft and grey

They are gentle herbivores

Eucalyptus their only prey.

 

Eyes so warm and inky

A bulky and black nose

And ears large as tea plates

With sharp nails on the toes.

 

Soft and gentle they may seem

And indeed; they’re not scary

But they are in the wild after all

So to interfere you must be wary.

 

Leave them space to themselves

Admire them from quite afar

Or they’ll slash at you with their teeth

Not their apparent soft avatar!

 

They eat so much eucalyptus

They are perfumed with its oil

The sleep for about 20 hours

About 4 hours of eating toil.

 

Koala mums too have pouches

To contain joeys- the little ones

No bigger than a jelly bean

And for round a decade grow the sons.

 

So next time you spy a picture

That makes you exclaim “Awww!”

Keep in mind these curious facts

And be cautious of the claw!

A Birdie On The Rooftop

The cute bird

Hopping closer..

Goodbye!

It was a simply evening with

autumn breeze whistling by

I was strolling on the rooftop

When a little bird I did spy.

 

It was a dainty little thing

Perched atop a hedge

It didn’t shrink away

Rather teetered closer to the edge.

 

With genial amusement

I looked down at the fledgling

And quite nonchalantly near

my feet hopped the nestling.

 

How bonny was the chick

Red beaked and chubby

Looking up with inky eyes

Chirping, happy, and tubby.

 

In the distance came a chirp

Calling the birdie to its nest

With a cheeky glance at me

It flew back home to rest.

A View

So…what’s the tagline of my blog?

“Stories, poems, and views of the world by me.”

I’ve got poems and I’ve got stories. But it isn’t very often that I’ve shared my views. But that’s one thing I love about poetry- in the form of a poem, there’s so much one can express. Poetry is a form of art that is free. It is a blank canvas upon which we can paint with our thoughts however we like- whether it be haywire and intrepid, or soft and minimal. Most of the time, one can tell a lot about one’s character by observing the way they speak. You may not know it, but you soon get to know a lot about a person’s character and personality without them telling you directly. In a way, there’s a lot of ‘views’ I have expressed. And that is why I love poetry so much- it’s a sort of mini autobiography presented in a unique way.

But also, as I read other bloggers’ posts, it is just as enjoyable to learn about their thoughts and feelings in a raw and unedited form. It’s like talking to a friend (of which I do not have too many). I can express my same sentiments in a more minimal and mysterious way with poetry as I can with a more direct and simple story.

And I love both these ways! So I’m merely experimenting. Do I want this little blog of mine to be full of earnest, whole-hearted poetry? Yes, of course! I myself am a lover of reading poems by different artists. But… I shall also introduce some posts like this. So whilst your scrolling up your reader with a cup of coffee, or you just popped over to my blog for a visit notified by an e-mail, or you just randomly stumbled upon this, OR you’re a kid from my school who is excitedly reading this so that you can tease me about me having a blog when you see me next (believe me, that’s happened a lot), you have a healthy mix of some poetry- and some experiences.

Ciao!

 

Procrastination- Exam Problems

If you’re anything like me,

You might be facing a quandary

You’re someone who enjoys school

But exams merely induce worry.

 

Like me, however much you adore

And appreciate all education

When it comes to swotting it all-

You’re forced into frustration.

 

So any time I sit to study

I’ll concentrate with all my heart…

Hah! What a terrible joke-

I’ll hardly ever care to start.

 

I’ll procrastinate for all I care

Without truly intending to

But you never know you see,

When something distracts you.

 

Suddenly the most trivial of things

Seem a major issue to fix-

Whether it’s a picture frame gone wonky

Or unarranged paper grips.

 

It may be in the form of hunger-

Where rather than learning sums

You find the need to feast upon

A plate of tea and cocoa buns.

 

And all this seems fun and good

But you know it’s all in vain

Whatever you do to avoid it-

You can’t postpone the pain.

 

It might be twelve at midnight

When the sky is dim and dark

You get amply tensed to study

And you’ll regret it when you start.

 

So when you sit the test all groggy

You’ll vow to never procrastinate

But it’s really the student life

You’ll probably make the same mistake. 😀

I’m Back! An apology poem-

I apologise quite dearly for

The inconvenience I’ve caused.

Well to be honest it’s not much

But a lot of precious time lost.

 

It’s been about a month (or two)

Since I’ve neglected my blog

But halt! I do have an excuse

I’ve been working quite a slog.

 

Now you may be sceptical

And wonder suspiciously how

A twelve year old is kept so busy

To that I shall give the answer now.

 

Exams! Yes, those deadly things

Which upon my brain were hacking

Wish I had the acumen to balance both

But for me, common sense is lacking.

 

But now that I’ve been released!

From this shackled vortex of toil

No more swotting up (for now)

My head in lesser of a coil.

 

My heart and soul is back

Devoted back to my little site!

Stay tuned for more poetry

(unless I forget- which I might.) 😛