A November Thursday Evening

Today, it seems so boring, especially when you have no sorts of fun and enjoyment at weekend. Suddenly, an incident flashed onto my mind; it was about 13^th November 2014, my dad’s birthday. I’ve been planning for that day, since some days; when his date of birth sparkled to my brain. I was very keen and excited, but being a teenager, I couldn’t do much for him. So, at last, but not the least, I decided to compose for a rhyme for him.

The following were engraved onto paper by my hands:-

“To the most loving and caring,

In whose memory, blessings to god for my wellness lay,

Who always dreams to see me happy and laughing,

To that great man, it’s my fortune to say—

In this winter night; when winds are crept chilling,

With warm wishes, HAPPY BIRTHDAY.”

At about 2130 hours, when my homework and some learning had quite finished, I decided to post that to his timeline, as, you know, I was quite a bit shy, presenting that thing straight forward to him.

When I demanded his iphone, -as my PC had been quite offended- his first question, at the moment of my request was, “why do you want this? It seems only for the wastage of time; that doesn’t fits well to the frame for a student, like you. Tell me what’s the matter; if it seems genuine, that would be handover to you. But first, give me the reason.”

Hearing this, my heart’s island that was being blessed by the gentle ray of hope and happiness were seemed to disappear off from eyes, as now clouds of doubts seems to snatch that light; and from them, rains of despair and lose were glancing; preparing to fall as aggressively- for to be sculptured into a tornado that could destroy the shore off, leaving all my dreams broken and all my faith; shattered.

But, I can’t blame him- or anyone in this world- but I want to thank god, so as he gave to me, someone that cares so to me, of whose love and affection had so far been protecting me from the evils of this world, and in whose shade I’d been my life with all greatest pleasures, acquiring all the wishes and happiness that exist.

But still, I can’t wind up the needed courage and ability to reply genuinely to his question, but with a burning desire, to at least wish him through my rhyme, my mind went busy after thinking; for a couple of seconds, and I said, “it’s a matter of great deal, papa. I’d to hangout with some very important tasks, that I can’t tell you now, but you would soon know, what the matter all about is.”

My dad, being well aware of my habit of asking his phone and then being busy for a great deal of time, in chatting, hangouts with friends, updating status, and all sorts of things, replied in an elderly manner, “You doesn’t seems to make a good use of assets.” After saying this, he went on to sleep; for the wall clock was ticking around 11 PM on its face, the time had became of taking a long nap, especially when someone got tired from the great deal of work involved.

Then, the scene went awkwardly changed, I tell, I used to be quite a bit emotional, I was very keen to wish him through virtual world, but now, it can’t be done, just ‘cause I’ve not told him the reason for my demand. My father is an awesome person; his innocence, attitude, personality, just can’t be described in any book in words; through any pen.

But sometimes, my mind seems to become more than “enough” emotional; I became sad of that incident, as I can’t wish birthday to the person I loved most. I straight went on for a sleep. In that solitary, dark room, I was laid flat on the bed, trying to stop my emotions to come out as tears off my eyes. After a minute or two, I felt someone’s touch, I rubbed off tears from my eyes and then imitated as if I had slept. Then someone woke me up; it was my dad.

He asked, “Have you taken your supplements?”

I replied, “No.”

He said, “Okay then, take them..... Eh, wait a second, i’m bringing that for you.”

Then he came back, watching me with his innocent eyes; waiting for me to take them from him and eat them. After i’d taken them all, he went to bed for sleep. Instantly, my emotions had changed to that of happiness, and my mind, that was confused within its thoughts few minutes ago, relaxed.

At that night, i really understood his presence, for i was just a teenager, who really can’t measure the depths of love of him for me.

Writer:-
Shivam Jha

The greatest mistake of my life- school

Like all,

I went to school;

But I’ve nothing left.

I’ve remained not greater than a fool.

The Latin grammar and annual Brazilian rainfall—

All have I memorized;

But now-nothing remains on this earth;

To show others-that could I have seized.

Over the past days,

I was thinking about the mistakes that I made;

Being unaware of the reason;

For all my dreams had fade.

Bit by bit—

Things revealed to me—

Now I could realize that the school

Was the main reason behind it.

School only teaches how to become a good servant;

With students being unaware how to earn money;

Still an increasing number are sent;

Being all this absolutely funny.

People learn through loses, through mistakes;

But punishments are given in school;

To those who commit mistakes—

This is absolutely not so cool.

Most of people, going to school;

Would be remembered;

For a decade or two,

All this, they have deserved.

Most of the “good students”;

Would be remembered;

Only because they were good persons,

But, this won’t be desired.

Perhaps, that’s the main reason;

Why people are rich or poor;

Going to school, and then, lifetime, a servant!

That’s the main fusion.

Now things would be better

And more cool—

‘Cause I’ve understood;

The greatest mistake of my life- school.

Composed by—

Shivam Jha

Gold and Brass

Tongue- a virtue

On which one’s image is displayed,

A thing by which;

Respect gets fade or made.

Lost fame never comes again;

While it takes much time to gain;

Trying to get lost gives nothing,

Except grief, pain and sets in vain.

A slight mistake could be a difference between;

A future bright;

And sorrowful;

Dark night.

But, situations are not  to be blamed;

As precious diamonds of soul;

Tackles times of grief and sufferings;

Being opposite to inexpensive coal.

It’s the brass that changes its color—

Sometimes yellow green or blue;

But gold remains unaffected;

That’s why it has value.

Composed by:-

Shivam Jha

Between Heaven and Hell

In this temporary home,
God has made everyone equal,
Then, why the difference
Originated as good or dull?

Why is it that
One is sad;
Other is happy,
Someone is good, other is bad?

One is living in a life

Going well ‘n’ fair,
Other is just waiting to die;
And is in dark despair?

Many think; luck or chance,

Is shaping everything,
But it’s not true,
They are nothing.

Newton gave the law—

Every action has equal ‘n’ opposite reaction,
It’s true for everything—
Even for each thought and every action

Situations in real life;

Are crafted by our thoughts;
For, one only got; what,
He brought.

Every second, minute or an hour,
That we think, we react;
Shapes our future;
Not goanna be too far.

It couldn’t be just a co-incidence

That 96% of world’s total wealth;
Is owned by population’s 1% people
But it makes real sense.

That’s why it is said,

No one ever got more than deserved;
No one is actually fed;
More than he has served.

Being positive and confident

Can be a difference between heaven and hell;
A difference between,
Living in despair and a life well.

When thoughts of happiness rejoice;

People could achieve their aims,
Also could earn respect, popularity and fame;
By this world’s greatest secret.


Composed by:-
Shivam Jha

Appearances Are Deceptive

In this diversity- rich world;
People are of various kinds,
God has sent them with;
Unique skills, abilities and minds

But, many are here;
With mindfulness, bare;
hose judge others through their appearance;
With this being totally unfair

For, the books are not judged,
On the basis of their cover;
As, the most weary and untidy one;
Could be most precious for ever

Also, every shining thing can’t be gold,
It could be a galvanized iron; old,
Being appearances deceptive;
It would help to earn much, when sold.

Composed by Shivam Jha

The Unpredictable Treatise:- Education

In this world many are sent;

Who arose and died,
Still the human is different;

By whom, this Earth is now seized.

He made use of many resources;

And become educated;

By many sources;

He learnt with patience and keenness.

But nowadays,

People have forgotten meaning of education;

Giving excuses by different ways;

To this hereditary from father to son.

It doesn’t only mean the damn studying;

With no interest and boredom;

Education is not limited to things some;

But is a vast unpredictable thing.

One never gets fully educated;

As it is rightly said:

“People learn things till death,

That can’t be preached before the time of death.

Academic education is only a part;

Of one’s total treatise;

Life gives many experiences;

Of whose teachings are unthinkable as the skies.

A Bad Decision

I am a staircase grand;

With people walking over me;

They’re eager to see;

My good friend.

I was of bad quality;

Unwilling to bear pain,

Hard working doesn’t meant anything to me;

So I’ve left; finally, in pain.

People thirst to see his sigh;

It is in a temple high up in the sky,

With I being only the place of their kicks;

And that of old, resting sicks.

It’s the story of many years past;

A man came for our wear and tear;

While he’d accepted; I rejected,

Because of my fear.

He has now turned to a sculpture vast;

Of whose memory shall last;

To many hundred years;

It ought to have what it bears.

Perfection and Ruins

In this world of beautiful things,
Those are fortunate who came as human beings,
While having power to do everything;
Many don’t do anything;
Rather, at end, being converted to a useless thing.

With most having desire to become rich fast;
Still can’t take along, a single penny at least,
Being fortune to have most powerful brains;
In this living treatise being exclusive and vast;
Still in rains of despair and in vain.

Good deeds never ends, they remain forever;
Life is too small to be sad and be in pain;
Perfection is to be practised again and again;
Extending nobility and fame, that will ruin never.

My First Day @ High School

It’s about a week ago

When final results did fall,

They were not so bad at all;

Today was my class, so.

With my teeth glistening white;

I provided my first sight;

Having mind fresh ‘n’ cool;

At attendance of high school.

Today, with new teachers;

And many more creatures,

It’s not surprising to tell;

The day had gone fairly well.

With most of it going with lectures;

According to students, they were curses,

The one who misbehaved; would probably;

Needed to be taken to a doctor and nurse.

Even of reshuffling and amendments;

We enjoyed a great fun with friends;

The study had gone bare;

Having much time to hangout and spare.

It was difficult finding class at starting;

But time had gone fair till ending;

In between there was also a music class;

Where mates enjoyed rocking and singing.

The departure had been with great excite;

Having an awesome at;

Now, leaving in Sun’s glorious light;

Keen to attend next day.

One Full Day Engaged @ Chemist Shops

This morning, on the footpaths;

I could be seen,

In need of purchasing medicines;

I was very keen.

First, I checked nearby stores;

Ranging every shop’s door,

But when it didn’t found;

I even don’t felt bore.

Then, I went to check-out far ones;

Wanting to complete distance in runs;

As time was in great need,

But couldn’t do so, as was tired indeed.

There I checked dozens of shops;

From one to another in pain;

But laid in vain;

Also coming in suspicion of cops.

I could remember the sun’s rays at return,

Which was forcing the skin to burn;

But, it was saved by sweat;

When I’ve got quite wet.

When I was just to reach home,

I found a chemist shop open,

I had bring medicines to mom;

But now, had to escape from Sun.

Soon, I swept into it;

Into a motion fast;

Still being confident a bit;

Founded them; at last.

So here, I am in a position,

Having need of pity;

Where founded them nearby;

But, was looking them in whole city!

At last, I reached home;

In a tiring mood deep,

Saying nothing to anyone;

Gone straight to sleep.

The Sun

I am the king of the sky;

Safeguarding my people;

Giving a wonderful sigh;

Protecting life from being feeble.

The place from where I could be seen;

Turns into home of animals and trees green,

People of blue planet call me Sun;

You could have understood what I mean.

The reason behind beautiful tides;

And people’s smile wide,

With others too;

Are in the list, whom I guide.

It’s because of my enormous heat;

People eat their lofty treat;

And earth became a place;

Where organisms and water meets.

I, being awesome red;

But on only Earth’s half part my rays spread;

 Being that part, a morning bright;

Other dealing with my brother’s light white.

Being actually at a massive height;

Seen too small by sight;

That, rather of my imperialism;

 Organisms can’t experience my fright.

I, being cause of pleasant spring;

Giving my people everything;

But being ferocious in summers;

Not lending my descendents anything.

I am the life giver;

But also its taker;

Being cause of pleasant births;

Still ruining organisms to deaths.

Protecting organisms from billions of years;

Still not moving from my place;

But life would be ended;

If I would be died; in case.

The Daily Holiday Schedule

It’s about a week gone,

For I had my holidays own,

Now the time isn’t too far,

For being school-prone.

The first thing to surf on net;

The day being started at early five,

Of course, there are other things to let;

More importance in life.

Then, there being time to go playing;

Singing and behaving like have gotten wings;

It’s always more pleasuring to play football,

In relaxing, fresh morning of spring.

Don’t using to go playing so far;

Still coming late by an hour;

For me parents eagerly wait;

Mom being furious on my coming late.

Then brushing, bathing;

And doing other necessities;

That would perhaps usually be late;

In areas like towns and cities.

After breakfast,

It’s time to read pages of bestsellers; vast,

Of Bharat, Carnegie and Rowling;
The teachings of these would long last.

After a long gap,

From night to afternoon,

My body should tired soon;

So, used to be need of a long nap.

After working,

There’s nothing much to do something;

The time being perfect to write poems;

I have topics if almost everything.

Then, the evening going in its rhythm;

My day always ended after nine;

Hoping the next one to be too fine;

It didn’t notice when had slipped time.