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Waiting, waiting and waiting It seemed ev’thing was still The wind had stopped to blow  The time was as motionless as a hill The only things that moved  Were those hands of clock They say that time flies But that also then... had become a statue of rock My eyes were desperate To see something happening  My tongue tingling to speak But to whom will it be uttering? I suddenly moved my eyes To the corner of the room And found something fascinating  And new thoughts it started to loom A line of ants All crawling one behind the other What was silent world for me Was, for them seemingly inconsequential  I saw, they had their own world Much smaller though But enough for Them to know Then again I moved my head And looked down... In the form of a shadow A friend I found I moved my hand And so did she And I happily realised  How much fun these trifles can be! I nodded my head and She ...

Flipping through the language books, revising for my boards one evening, I came upon a thought—what if हिंदी and English met each other... Fair and young  With a jewelled crown Came she from somewhere, I think from some far-off town               “ पर यहाँ कैसे कोई और आए               यहाँ तो सिर्फ़ मेरा ही परचम लहराए               यहाँ तुम्हें कोई जानता नहीं                 चले जाओ , होगा वही सही ” “ Excuse me..  I’ve come from far-away west I was born of Anglo-Saxon,  brought up by German, caressed by Roman And now, I’ve come to rule the world, the rest “                         पुरखें तो हमारे भी कम नहीं                        संस्कृत ह...

                     Science should have the last word This is what I came across while surfing the google... I don’t know what that article meant- I did not read it- but this line immediately caught my attention, or rather... my fascination.  SCIENCE.. it seems to me the one-word answer to even the labyrinthine questions. The pragmatic conclusion to the unthinkable happenings in our surroundings is given by it. A couple of weeks ago we saw the super blue moon eclipse— only the scientific reason of the earth coming in between the sun and the moon could rule out the belief of a bad omen prevalent in so many parts of the world.. If the ancient mariner had known science, there could be no reason why the fluorescent light of those benign creatures could be comprehended has sign of the coming of evil.   How the earth is held up in space? Some believe is balanced upon an endless tower of turtles while some say it...

The bright sunshine With its yellowish rays, Coming from there, Far above, kissing my face  That just brought  My mind to motion To think about.. The world...the creation! There was a time when  Nothing was there  No earth, no moon, No anything we’d care The Big Bang was that  loud roar The secrets of all life forms  It bore Again, I looked  out of the window.. I saw the roads, high-rise buildings .. the humankind’s grand show! I suddenly realised  That then too, All this grandeur i s so minuscule—  as compared to the universe’s size! We are just like some Pieces of toys Arranged by the nature.. For it to enjoy This world started with The rivers and the mountain-kings, In whose blessings were born, The beings It was that delightful  mixture of Light and snow That made this faded world, glow Life began And started showing its worth All thankful for the life To the dear Mother Earth  From the c...

I was a flimsy paper Shiny and bright   Dyed with aspirations One day, I will reach that great height There, from where the sun peeks Its rays like honey drops Luring me towards it.. Suddenly a gust of wind came, Took me a little higher I raised my arms Oh-yes! I will reach there But no..that was a flop flight  And I could no longer let myself tire Then a hand came,  It picked me up.. A hand, I remember, hard as a rock Oh.. what would now persue, My fears began to talk He pricked me and  started stringing a thread Oh.. ouch! I moaned that fate  And that feeling..that still makes me dread I woke up-  for the sun was there Beckoning me for another flight With its soft beams and a tender stare  I realised I felt no pain And then I looked at myself— A new shape, a fresher mind  But still looking for a wind...  which soon came! I felt myself being lifted, Higher than ...

I sat in the bus On my way to school- Shivering with cold, In the winter cool I don’t like it— Now just two years are left Only exams and tests, Before my school I’d have left! I looked at my right, And then all around, Seeing the little kids A truth I found I felt scared now I’m left with only two years Then I have to face life— Full of challenges and fears.. Their giggles filled my ears, Their babble I could hear, I recalled those days When, to me, only play was dear Oh— a plane! I heard a shout.. Now did that remark sound stupid to me?— I doubt! Up in the sky When I looked at the clouds I recalled how I imagined them— Looking at me... laughing out loud! Playing, singing and dancing, I went up my classes and— lo! I just realised that— I have, only two years to go! But then why feel bad ...I thought.... I have so many years, In which I will learn and travel a lot! Life is a rainbow, Of different shades and hues And each day lets you Fin...

I set out to write But alas! I could not find A topic that would suit The taste buds of  my readers’ mind I held my pen Gripped it hard and tight But it suddenly slipped, f rom my shaking hands, And my thoughts began to fight! If I write “this”, Instead of “that” What would my readers think...? And slowly all my hopes for a lovely poem Then began to sink I looked at the paper— White as snow  Blank as my mind But then, what happened, I also don’t know! As if pulled by an invisible force, My hands began to move Words, I kept writing  I didn’t know, which course my poem would choose Words and phrases just  kept  flowing in the form of ink As if those abstract thoughts  got  a realistic link! Line by line  The poem knitted itself  And new ideas kept filling My curious mind’s shelf After some time, I don’t know exactly when, I looked at the paper And realised, a poem I had written!! Poem writing.. I think...