My room

My room is a spectacle of confusion I have been told .
It's untidiness I feel has always been bold .
Clothes are lying on the bed , in a pell mell ,
My school bag ensured that in the morning my mother fell .
The study table is cluttered , with pens , pencils , erasers and textbooks .
and ironically you don't know , where for a pen you should look .
Most visible surfaces are coated with dust .
But no matter what , disorganisation is a must .
You may say why ?
And i'll tell you why .
Because in it's untidiness , I feel at home .
I don't want it to have the beauty of Rome .
My room is my temple , my safe haven .
only when it symbolises my mood , It feels like heaven .
On a gloomy day ,
I look at my sisters scirbbles and the gloom goes away .
When my anger is at it's height ,
all my belongings throw I might .
My room gives me the freedom to 'wear' my mood .
Over life , in my save haven often do i brood .
And once I am in , my life is good .

From a seed to a tree

A child is like a seed , I must say ,
who slowly sprouts into a sapling , and becomes a tree one day .
If this little tree has to sprout ,
it should be given heat , water and soil .
If it has to be a sturdy tree,
very hard must a gardener toil .

Never on this little sapling should you trample .
Ensure that it gets the light of education ample .
The manure of good values should be mixed in the soil ,
or else , all your efforts willl foil .
Give it all your love , sing it an occasional song .
Then will you see , in sometime , a sapling strong .

Give it the time to grow ,
and to protect it from evil take a vow .
But let it brave sometime , a storm or a shower of rain .
Or else how will the required strength it gain?

In the years to come as it grows old ,
on it's soil does it have a stonger hold .
Lesser and lesser would it nees your care ,
and suddenly ! One fine day in awe you'll stare .
That little , delicate sapling you planted long ago ,
had branched into a sturdy tree .
Giving it's protective shade to all , sharing it's gifts with humanity .

Into the Greens of District Park

As I walk into the greens of District Park ,
all around me is tranquility stark .
On a branch of a tree , sweetly does sing a lark .
Small blossoms of daisies do the forest floor mark .

As I walk along that ribbon of a trail ,
toward a sea of green do I seem to sail .
All around me are trees , whose leaves are delicately green without a fail .
Occasionally may one see , a monkey's long tail .

Here and there do delicate , colourful flowers bloom .
Watching them fills me with happiness such that I forget all gloom .
Being in those rare places , where humans don't nature groom ,
makes me feel blissful , unlike the claustrophobic concrete room .

The air is so clean , fresh and pure .
The wish of wanting to live here , undisturbed is sure .
But alas ! Does the power of time ensure ,
and towards the park's manicured lawns does it lure .

To leave nature's bounty , hesitant be I may .
But those few moments among the wilderness , are my best I must say .
To regain my peace of mind do I go each day .
After that little period of solitude and bliss , to reality do i find my way .

The best circus I have ever seen

The best circus I have ever seen,
are the antics in the classroom , where the teacher is unseen .
In the teacher's absence , is the class truly a sight to behold .
Never fora second must a teacher ever relax , on the students her strict hold .
The monitors in an attempt to gain control , beside the door stand .
But not for a moment can they bring the ruckus infront of them at hand .
Many groups around desks do cluster .
It's difficult , in the midst of such crowd , to your way bluster .
Oft do you hear many a shout ,
and see a few people , without any intent , loitering about .
On top of his voice does a boy sing , " Hit me baby one more time !!!! "
One girl , infront of an eager audience does our SST teacher mime .
" Main Sabhki Jaanu " , does she say .
Also many small scuffles , see you may .
Even to your dreams of seeing discipline , should you say nay ,
because a million years away , is that ideal day .
The sentinels of the class , at the door stand guard ,
ready to cry out , if ever of a teacher , they'll see a shard .
But many of their warnings will they lightly take ,
because they know that the threats are fake .
Alas!!!!! A warn finnaly comes true ,
and the consequences fail to give the miscreant the blue .
As the monitors will rightly predict ,
a teacher comes and the state of the class will her anger elicit .
About the hooliganish behaviour will she yell ,
but never any guilt will she be able to sell .
For the rest of the period does she tell us , " Stand up with your arms in the air !!!!!!!! "
But for ingraining guilt , she doesn't have a flair .
All of a sudden , in the midst of lecturing rings the bell ,
But again over the class , hooliganism fell .
Then the same cycle begins again ,
and in quelling the disorder , no one , will any success gain .

An unwelcome change

I don't know what's happening to me ,
in constant ennui , I seem to be .
Why is it that I'm constantly tired ,
and all my enthusiasm is completely fired ?
Sometimes I feel asthough I may just cry .
Why is this happening , oh why ?
To complete a task , to all extremes my mind I have to push .
Only at the last moment will I rush .
Sometimes I feel that I should be doing more ,
yet working is a complete bore .
This change in attitude I don't like .
To me as a negative change does it strike .
Now tell me , my dear readers , what should I do ?
Because a lot of value do I give you .

Diwali Wishes

As the night of Deepavali comes near and near ,
a very Happy Diwali do I wish you , my dear .
This of lights being a fest ,
I hope it lights up your life with joy and jest .
In plenty , I hope the sweets of happiness come .
May Laxmi bring prosperity home .
With hope and resilience may you be dressed ,
so that all life's problems are well addressed .
I hope those lives you'll also light ,
whose due to misfortune is in a .
May the diya also dipel ,
all darkness in life , which does happiness repel .
May the crackers burst , of a life good .
I conclude , wishing you a Happy Diwali , in a festive mood .

Time : The Ultimate Enemy

The ultimate enemy I feel is time .
The greatest tormentor does this power mime .
This power can't be seen by all ,
but it consumes all , no matter big or small .
As time slowly elapses ,
everything in this world slowly elapses .
This power is unseen ,
but by every single organism , felt it has been .
Against time we always fight .
On every being , has it always been tight .
Sometimes it is so elusive .
Often by passing quickly is it abusive .
But sometimes it is so slow ,
that all your endurance does it blow .
Fun always goes by fast .
Tough times , longer do last .
Time can people use ,
also in the form of abuse .
Often about tasks not done are we reminded .
Why is this slip so greatly minded ?
I wish there was a world with no worries ,
a world , where to breach deadlines there would be no hurries .
But if it is so , no progress will be made ,
out of laziness , to all improvements goodbye can we bade .
But then would the worls come to a sorry state ,
and forever would change , humanity's good fate .
Finally this fact do I have to absorb ,
Time is the ultimate controller , the crystal ball's orb .