Young World

Just born and beginning to crawl
I see the world so new and all.

Every leaf is gentle and ever so green
Every drop of water was pure and clean.
Flowers bloomed where ever you looked
Chrysanthemums, daffodils, bougainvilleas, and Pansys.
Ferns grew fresh and green everywhere,
Pollution was seen nowhere.
Animals strolled comfortably here and there,
Even orangutans could be seen then, those orange monkeys ever so rare!!!!

But now the world is not at all green,
Every where nothing but concrete is seen.
Unlike in those days when I was just beginning to crawl,
When the world and I was so young and all.

A Poem for my Friend Khanak

My friend Khanak,
You are such a Fun-Nut
Not only because you like chocolate and hazelnut,
but because you are Khanak.

You are such a foodie,
You'll eat anything the that is not eggie,
You are definitely one of my besties.

A few of your friends are doggies,
Their names are Freyja and Buddy,
They are undoubtedly quite crazy.

Khanak you are an artist,
A ridiculously brilliant artist,
You can paint anything from king Louis,
To Raven and Beastie. ( from Teen Titans )

My friend Khanak,
You are such a Fun-Nut,
Not only because you like chocolate and hazelnut,
But because you are KHANAK. 

Summer

 

Ah summer! That wonderful time of the year when all the bougainvilleas are in full bloom, their leaves unfolding in different shades of purple, pink, white and orange. Our school looks especially beautiful during this season for nearly every inch of the walls forming boundaries for the school, overflow with these lovely colourful creepers with their small white flowers huddled inside their top colourful leaves. The lush green leaves beneath the colourful ones bunched up at the top, are of different shades green. 

Another thing that is wonderful about summer is its light breezes. Our school occasionally has 10-20 minuet long power cuts during summer which is really unfortunate specially after gym or games class. Our class has wide windows with light coloured pleasing-to-the-eye curtains hanging loosely from the curtain rod above it; during these power cuts it gets really sticky and hot, so even the lightest of winds that come come dancing through these wide opened windows feels as cool and perhaps even more enjoyable than if the fan were on. 

Summer is the hottest season, and so, during this period of the year swimming, naturally, becomes a popular sport. The cold, clear, water feels extremely nice and cooling when you go for a dip on a hot summers day. 

Usually the heat of summer chases my family and I off to the Himalayas. Instead of suffering in the heat of Hyderabad, we go for walks in rich pine and deodar forests, collect fresh wild strawberries and eat them and then look hungrily for more,  collect wild flowers to press in a book, wrap ourselves in several layers of warm clothing and sit by a roaring fire eating nice warm aloo paranthas under a star flecked sky, always under the gentle gaze of the majestic Himalayas blanketed in soft , white snow. 

I love summer rains. I have never played in the first rain of summer for my mother 

never lets me; she says that given the polution in the air, it is preferable that we don’t play in the rain. Even thought she does not let me go out to play in the first rain of summer, I still throughly enjoy it by sitting outside in the balcony, listening to music while reading a book, or inviting my friends over and sitting in the balcony with them and painting, for all of us are quite good artists, or sometimes just sitting outside and listening to the patter of rain falling on the ground down bellowed enjoying the occasional lightning and thunder. At the slightest sign of the second down pour of summer, I would have put on my black rain coat and rubber slippers and would be rushing down the four flights of stairs to play in the rain and enjoy its cool droplets. 

Summer truly is a wonderful season, full of different things to enjoy and experience, I am really looking forward to this years summer so that I can once again see the blooming bougainvillea creepers, the majestic Himalayas and the tall pines and deodars, enjoy swimming, and splashing around in the second rain of the season. 

A Wild Night

The wind whistled insanely loudly through the trees. Every leaf was clinging as tightly as they could to their branches afraid that at any moment they might be flung away from their dear trees and into the wild and lonely world. Every flower was swaying dramatically in the wind looking pathetically beautiful. I could see the flickering of a street light some distance up the barely visible path, it flickered in and out of view through the dancing trees. 

I fought my way towards it against the roaring wind and after a quite a bit of struggling I reached its light and warmth. Behind me, the wind began to reach the peak and loudest it could possibly increase to and I just about managed to hear a growl from behind me. I whipped around to see the orange glassy eyes of a tiger glaring at me. Its majestic paws began prowling slowly towards me. I looked at it, my heart racing up and down in terror. Just as I was about to turn around and run, I noticed a smaller pare of eyes peering out at the seen from behind the tiger. The tiger was protecting his cub. The tiger continued to creep towards me; my heart continued to scream with the same terror I imagined was bubbling inside the cub. I turned around and ran as fast as I could. The wind whistling through the ferns around my ankles, and deafening my ears. After around three-five mins of full speed running I was forced to stop to catch my breath. My heart beat slowed down as I glanced behind and although I had wasted my breathe , I was glad to see that the tiger had not followed me. This night was one I would never forget. 

The Beatles

Paul McCartney, George Harrison, Ringo Starr and John Lennon,
Together make a wonderful band,
Who spread their music across many lands.

The song Hey Jude was written for Jule,
The daughter of John Lennon who had just lost her mother.
Leary was planning to run for Governor,
And asked John Lennon to write Come Together. 
Just like this many lovely songs were written,
Each one as or more brilliant than the last.

A few more examples are:-
As my guitar gently weeps,
This song my mind it truly sweeps.
The next example is Yesterday,
Which is so beautiful in every way.
But for me one of the best is Across the Universe,
This song is truly so outstanding that you could have mistaken its author to be,
A magnificent being from across the universe. 

The Beatles are an amazing band,
That spreads its music across ALL the lands!!!!