Reading Books

Hello friends!
Today’s poem is a little cheesy. Yep, I admit it! It doesn’t have much of a deep meaning. Not too much to read between the lines. I wrote this one for an assembly at class, and our topic was ‘Reading Books.’ So it is a little more of a “Read it and liked it” kind of poem more than the usual “Read it and still thinking about it.” My classmates kind of loved it though!
It isn’t too bad though. Here hoes….

When you want lasting joy
You don’t need a children’s toy
The thing for which you need to look
Is just a simple story book
And when you start, Oh My, Oh My,
Books shall definitely satisfy!
Dissolving into world of dreams
As you read your smile beams
Books on shelves line by line
All of them are simply divine!
In castles kings and queens do dwell
Pirates hunt for treasure as well
Weird splotches of fuzzy blue light
Stars gleaming in the deep blue night.
JK Rowling’s wizardry
Roald Dahl’s fascinating fantasy
Famous cookbooks for the kitchens
Grasping stories by Mr Dickens
Blyton tales better than one could
Geronimo Stiltion as good as good!
In Jane Austen’s tales we are lost
Enrapturing verses by Robert Frost.
Reading ignites inside us a fire
Books fill our hearts desire.

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Mango

The wintery spring has glided away and the warm days of summer slowly march forward here in India. Yes! Summer has just started and started putting all sorts of pleasant summer thoughts in our mind. Shining stars, running around, welcoming the birds, and gorging on the yummy fruits of the warm season!
In a couple of weeks the markets will be in rage for all kinds of juicy luscious Indian mangoes, and so I wrote a kind of funny-ish poem about them- from the view point of the fruit itself!
So let’s welcome the narrative from Mr. Mango: ……

I am a little mango
fleshy and yellow
I am the most tasty
fruity little fellow.
I have a very big heart
that you see when eating me
Don’t thank me (or your tongue)
Thank the seed of the mango tree.
I may be quite tiny
But to taste buds I am kind
Of me there are many
All are easy to find.
If you’re sweet in your heart
To all people you meet
I’ll be yummy in your tongue
Either tangy or sweet.
I’m also strong because
When you peel of my skin
I don’t get at all hurt
Though it’s pretty thin.
Once peeling me is over
I very happily reveal
My yummy and pleasurable
Fruitful breakfast meal!
Then pass five minutes
Your mouth filled with joy
The juicy, fleshy layer of fruit
You shout out: “Oh Boy!”
You know the juice dribbles
Down upon your chin
But I am so delicious
That just isn’t a sin.
And when that done
All remains is the seed
I’ll then live your tummy
Having done a tasty deed.
But that little left seed
Can be planted with care great
And once more a tree will pop on up
For me to be in your breakfast plate!

Unicorn

A creature so beautiful
With deep piercing eyes
Head to back a mauve mane
Does smoothly rise.
White skin with pinkish tinge
And softly padded feet
So kind and friendly to innocent souls
Though to enemies quite discreet.
Slender muscles yet so strong
A very brave and courageous mind
This wondrous benevolent individual
In the fairy tales we can find.
But don’t lose heart my friend
You may think fairy tales aren’t real
But keep looking inside yourself
It’s still there, you’ll feel.
And when your head rests upon the pillow
You go to the princess castle so grand
You’ll meet the mesmerising being
Grazing round the grassy land.
Yes, you’ll see the unicorn!
Its whinny so pure and light!
You mount upon and then you shall
On it set high up flight.
Those strong muscles to run on land
Now soar through pearly clouds
You’ll be the one and only in
The sky’s cool windy crowds.
You’ll throw your hands in utter delight
And your brave yet compassionate friend
Shall smile wisely and with a laugh
More joy to you will send.
You’ll ride and enjoy with Unicorn
Until the sky hues purple and yellow
When suddenly you hear a shout:
WAKE UP, YOU SLEEPY FELLOW!
And you’ll wake up to reality
Your mum shaking you awake
But you’ll know the unicorn exists
And is not and never will be fake.

You are You

In the entire extensive world
I guarantee you’ll never find
An object, or a soul at that
With your exact same mind.
You can look in all directions
You’ve ever learnt in school
But you’ll never find a duplicate
Of you, warm or cool.
“Why?” you ask. “How?” you’ll say
And I’d happily reply to you
“Cause you’re unique, my dear friend
I thought you already knew!”
You may look like your Papa.
You might be just as strong.
But you may be just shyer
I bet them I’m not wrong.
A hundred differences there are
Not just with Papa but with Mum.
You might be just as tall
But there are differences some.
Your personalities may seem similar
With your sweet sis and big bro
But trust me on this- honey,
There are more changes than you know.
Your friends and yes your enemies!
You too are quite alike!
But some tiny variations like
Between a scooter and a bike.
Listen: I’m telling you:
You really are simply unique
You’ll never find someone just like you
No matter how hard you seek.
The thousand billions of creatures
That live upon this earth
You’re completely different from them
You are in your own berth.

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.
Friends
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

>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:

HELLO AGAIN

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.

Squirrel

In the tree of grandest oak
Lives the nimble creature
His lithe feet run across
Velocity is his feature.
I watch him as he skips
And pulls the acorn off the stem,
Nibbles it with lavish speed
Eyes shining like a gem.
I watch the acorn being shelled
And he noshes in joy the nut
To steal from neighbours’ garden,
Only squirrels have the gut!
First in line, the shapely head
Then the triply brushed stripe
Upon the downy back of him
Last, the tail of bushy type.
Oh twinkle-eyed squirrel of mine
So sharp are your mind and eyes
Your sweet adorability to me
Never and ever dies.

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.

Just A Minute

In DPS, the school I go to, their is an annual session held called ‘Just A Minute’, short for JAM. A specific student from their entire grade is chosen and at the great day they are given a topic and have to speak on it for a complete minute. No more, no less, on the spot. This year and also the year before I was selected, and I’d like to tell you how I felt in the form of a poem…:

Slouching in the backstage,
Knees knocking in fright
A couple seconds later
I’d go into the glaring light.
Me. Alone. The audience.
That’s it. I’d have to speak.
My head focused on the topic
My brain bright, body bleak.
I wouldn’t see the on-lookers
In the dark Audi where they sit
But the spotlight right upon me
They’ll see me. This is it!
TAPASMI! Calls the narrator.
Oop! It’s my turn!
My hair is flying past me
My insides begin to churn.
My topic to me is given.
I see it on my chit.
Suddenly I’m elated
My eyes are bright and lit.
Ideas pile inside me.
I begin to say all.
This is easy and quite awesome
In light-headedness I might fall.
So much I want to share
So much I want to tell
I converse with audience
Before rings the bell.
Chat-chat, tell-tell,
I overload with speech
Till the very last happy moment
I hang on like a leech.
And, oh, the victory!
First prize I have won!
My friends begin to hug me
And upon me shines the Sun.

Battling War

Do you know what’s worth fighting for?
Do you know how you’ll feel?
You’ll need a heart of courage
And nerves like that of steel.
When war fights against you
And blood pound through your veins
The sword-slashes on the face
Will be the battle’s cruel stains.
When you face betrayal, sadness, envy
and jealousy’s cruel pangs
The immensely hurting truth
Sinks into you like fangs.
You duck when the knives
of hate are aimed towards your heart
You dare to take the frozen tears,
And using them you start.
This is the way the cruelty
of life pounces upon you
But it, you know, you must face
You’ll be one of the warriors few.