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.

The fictions’ fantasy

Today, when the sun isn’t too hot,

I had lost into my thoughts;

About a fantastic lifestyle;

When I had slept only for a while.

I was thinking about large bungalows,

And a huge business;

It ought to be in reality;

Not only in fiction.

What would been have life,

With large tracts of money green;

That no one had seen,

Along with a beautiful wife.

Traveling in a luxurious car,

Drinking water by a gold jar;

And the pleasure doubles,

When you had your own bar.

Owning a big house;

Is not as simple as it looks;

It’s not a matter of catching a mouse,

But of studying heavy books.

How amazing it feels;

When you have property that no one owns;

With everyday dealing world’s biggest deals;

And not having even a single penny loan.

My eyes had opened at quarter to four,

Now the time being exactly five;

I’m feeling sleepy,

So, going to bed now.

The Departure Compulsion

Once, on a river side,

I met with a flowing tide,

With many huge trees of oak,

While I was drinking coke.

In river, the fishes I found,

And birds’ chirping sound

Along with colorful flowers;

And lots of beauty around.

In the orchards that goes,

The petals of roses arose.

I might have had;

The most fortunate nose.

In the high-up skies,

I could see the sun arise.

It was looking as a tiny mice,

Between all these guys.

It was spring;

There wasn’t any noise.

I was feeling like a king;

And had many joys.

At evening, I could see;

The Sun setting in the west.

Now, I’m going from heaven,

As, I was just a guest.

I haven’ much fortune to live here,

And have to go to Earth.

As, I haven’t done much fair,

So, have to go to the cycle of birth and death.

Thus, as a result of what, I had;

Done through my deeds,

I have to improve my needs,

So that on me, everyone should have glad.