I miss my School

I waited for the bell to ring

and for the next class to begin
But the boredom ceased to end
So students failed to attend

P.T. classes were such fun
Down to play we would run
Playing football with my friends
Under the raging afternoon Sun

Physics, Chem and Bio would
 threaten my report's score
Social Sciences would eat my head
While the Maths was such a bore

But languages were fun to learn
for the teacher was not so stern
And marks she would throw at us
So willingly without a fuss

For the annual day we would wait
In an auditorium ornate
With performances worth the prize
And proud tears in our parents eyes

The sports day was a rush
With sports events in the slush
We would make our houses proud
As our mates cheered out aloud

The march past rumbled the ground
Screaming students on the stands abound
And the medals and the victory stand
With grinning faces covered with sand

And the terminal exams would come
Difficult for many,easy for some
'I am failing this time man'
And many would use means under-hand

The rankers' names on the board
for in exams they mighty scored
The others with their jealous eyes
But congratulated in disguise

Then the boards along with standard tenth
torturing us to a length
And tuitions classes full year
Our 'futures' would be decided here

Those days were the longest known
and then suddenly we were grown
The time came for separate ways
was this the end of days?

But these times in our hearts will be
Those evergreen memories
I miss my awesome school
and even some of its strict rules

Christmas is Here!

Bells are ringing
Choirs singing
End of year
Christmas is here!

Old and young
All have fun
Festive fever
Christmas is here!

A sheet of white
As far as our sight
Frost appears
Christmas is here!

Joy is spread
'Merry Christmas' is said
As traditions endear
Christmas is here!

Holy night
The Birth of Christ
Hear, Hear
For Christmas is here!


Gifts are given
Santa's sleigh is driven
By four reindeer
Christmas is here!

Christmas trees
And festivities
Distances clear
Christmas is here!

Naughty become nice
Sugar and spice
Wishes are sincere
Christmas is here!

Carols are sung
By old and young
With loved ones, dear
When Christmas is here!

So laugh and sing
When Santa brings
Your gifts and cheer
For Christmas is here!

Judgement Day

The Skies turned a bloody red
The belching grounds tore open
Helpless screams heard in the air
Giving way to  destruction

Proud structures reduced to rubble
Thousands of cars swallowed up whole
The Lord's rage poured down on Earth
Just as it had been foretold

Man now as weak as a bug
Turned to the hostile skies
But his pleas never reached
For deaf ears received his cries

The sleeping giant finally awoke
As the Earth let out a deathly roar
With rivers of lava shooting out
From the very depths of its active core

Forests burned to ashes turned
As life burned to exist
The seas let out monster waves
Causing the continental drift

The Earth took on its burning mantle
As Judgement Day had arrived
The forces of Nature ravaged on
Until there was no sign of life

And now the Earth was young again
With creation to commence
With seeds of new life to be sown
To be followed by new events

26/11-the black day

26/11-The black day

Mumbai had never seen a blacker day

With an attack aimed at its heart

The very ripples of the attack

Tore its very fabric apart

Cowards of men sneaked in

The deathly silence of the night

And then marched, killing innocents

Coming within their sight

Taking Mumbai as hostage

Thus holding it to ransom

Striking terror, their motive

In a fashion most gruesome

But our men in uniform

Mobilized and rushed to the city’s aid

From the constables of the police force

To the commandos of military grade

They engaged the cowards for days

With the city standing still

Waiting with baited breath

As it witnessed the gun battles

One was taken alive

And the others were taken out

And their lives and deeds

Would be forgotten about

Courage triumphed over terror

Albeit at a cost

With lives of bravehearts

And innocents lost

But they did not die in vain

Unlike the cowards they fought

For even in times of darkness

Unity among us they brought

Now six years have passed

And the memory of that day lives on

Lest we forget the sacrifices

And the lives that were laid down

We have grown stronger

And it is time we proved so

Terror will never get away

And its time this it knows

The Woes of a Star Gazer

I searched the sky for those countless stars

That once adorned the night sky

Millions of those sparkling wonders

Open to the naked eye.

I am a star gazer

And I stare at the sky so blue

For this I am a fool

And I have a message for you.

Those stars, the residents of the sky

Hang out from an inky blue dome

As their neighbours try to reach out to them

The ones who call Earth their home

But now they remain hidden

With a handful rarely in sight

Masked by dense smokescreens

And outdone by the city lights

 And now it gets only worse

With nights that look like days

Those twinkling stars so hard to see

As if they were spirited away.

But they are very much there

We just have to clear the haze

And dim a little those city lights

And resume our star gaze

 For now also the visible moon

Searches the night sky

For her companions who

Beyond our ignorance lie

But it is a problem difficult to solve

And it continually grows

Along with it increases

A star-gazer’s woes

The Call Of the Trees

We are the Gods who give you life
but we can't take it away
We are the colour that extends to you
in a land so dull and grey.

We are mute and still to you
for from us sounds are never heard
But our leaves rustle in that gentle breeze
sharing the comfort of unspoken words.

We give out the very air you breathe
and take in what you expel
You would have guessed who we are
for that is what the title tells.

We are mute according to you
so definitely aren't here to plead
For We are the source of life
and it is us that You need.

Since reason has failed to work on you
try imagining this scene
Where the World is a barren wasteland
without a hint of green.

It is dying and your machines
help you to linger on for a while
With Earth's resources used up 
and land terribly infertile.

Leaving behind an orphaned Earth
you too shall fade away
Losing the Earth to colossal waste
withered and decayed.

The laws are made with none to follow
and dates to conventions set
As the clocks now tick away
with none of the deadlines met.

A dystopian future awaits you
for you do as you please
If you refuse to wake up to listen
to THE CALL OF THE TREES.

The Flute Seller

She played her flute by the main road
as everyone stood to listen
Swaying like trees to gentle breeze
to this soulful musician.

Her long, slender fingers
ran smoothly on the flute
With the music flowing like magic
as it left everything mute.

She spun tales out of thin air
as her music broke the shackles of misery
Casting a spell on the listeners
with notes bursting to be free.

She appeared out of no where
and came every afternoon
placing her bag of flutes down
and playing a divine tune.

Her music was a prayer to God
a heart felt plea to our souls
It brought heaven to us
and made the incomplete whole.

But once the music stopped
everyone went their way
no one buying a single flute
only to listen to her play.

Still she smiled and continued to play
as her sack of flutes would lie
Her music moving people to tears
and still none would buy.

I stood on the balcony 
and listened to her play
Feeling like a patron of arts
I own twenty of her flutes today.

Her 'show' was booked for free
at her coins were tossed
Barely selling flutes
for the flute seller she was.

One day she looked up at me
and gave a bright smile
My heart fluttered and skipped
and stayed thus a while.

The lady had a gift
a gift from our divine maker
Her music was transcendent
but her flutes had no takers.

This went on for months
and then one day she wasn't there
The unnamed flute seller
had vanished into thin air.

Maybe she just gave up
and continued to move on
But the World stood still no more
for her music was gone.

I was afraid to know
of what happened to her
I never tried to look 
for the flute seller.

We never exchanged words
for there was nothing to say
I wait to listen 
to listen to her play.