Towards You

Often, a beautiful thing unties
With a beautiful surprise:
That explains you came how,
And your absence until now.
 
For you hold me so tight,
That all those broken pieces
Scattered being black and white
Came together again, right.
 
For, those precious moments I live,
When I find myself beside you;
Give me a strange happiness, new
That no money or magic can give.
 
So, may you reflect all in me:
In what I do and what I see;
In my words unsaid,
And in the goodness in me.
 
And may everything I do,
I do to be closer to you;
In lives that I’ll live through,
And in the one I have due.
 
Composed by:
Shivam Jha
Dedicated to:
Shri Krishna (श्रीकृष्ण)

Imagination: the workshop of mind

All the noble creations that have made

Into existence; and all deeds of affection-

Love, victories, inventions and innovations that haven’t fade,

Are brought up by the blessed virtue of imagination.

All the wondrous things-

Men have landed upon skies,

And all the triumphs and glories that lies-

He is flying across clouds, like those with wings,

With it, nothing remains that bound,

For travelling several times the speed of sound;

And analyzing far off things- all that like a lift

Is brought into existence, by this god’s greatest gift.

For , imagination is like a shop-a workshop of mind,

Where desires of any degree or kind

Are revealed and sculptured to reality;

If, with determination and plans, stuck to that find.

It lacks reasons to worry,

For mankind has discovered the most real solutions,

Of its most difficult situations,

In the most depressed ages;

And, for the most ferocious cages,

It all rests upon the great subconscious mind,

Being him so powerful and if deserved, kind-

That’ll never let one be in a hurry.

For instance, to the glory of imagination-

Newton thought of travelling upon light

And with determination, plans and might,

He gifted to this world, some great inventions.

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.