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.

The Midnight Escape

This evening, I; on my old wooden chair,

Sitting away from gathering;

Suddenly, kidnapped by the;

Thoughts of grief and despair.

Being in prison;

For several troubling hours,

I could do nothing;

Except watching bars.

Mind was in desire of something,

No one was partner; except twinkling stars;

I could not be able to get anything;

For there wasn’t any buses or cars.

After struggling; too much in prison,

And having nothing as fun,

I managed to escape somehow;

My heart was saying ‘wow’!

Even, after crossing the storms;

Of sadness and angers;

Along with many hopelessness’ gangsters;

My life didn’t come to its norms.

Still, was left, the bay of lies;

I ran as fast as I could;

Also, fought hardly, and stood,

It’s all because of a mind sharp and wise.

My main weapons were truth and hopefulness,

That I could came thereafter;

The escape couldn’t be done with anything less;

Thrusting was my mind for laughter.

At last, I escaped from kidnap,

Intelligence and courage saved my cap.

Surely, after such a long gap,

I was indeed of a nutritious nap.

When I came back, I found myself on my chair,

It was relieving that everything was alright ‘n’ fair.

I awaked and saw the wall clock in light;

Surprised realizing the time, past midnight.

I’ve learnt not to be sad;

Whatever be the situation- good or bad.

I’ve learnt to cope-up these with much pain;

So, will never goanna be in despair again.

Now, it’s the time to sleep;

After the lessons of value, deep.

The day had ended hence,

And it should make the difference.

                                         -----Shivam Jha

Vivekanand International Sr. Sec School, Patparganj, I.P. Extn., New Delhi-110091

Love: God’s great creation

God had made everything;

Each resulting beautiful,

And excelling in beauty; yet

Something is more worthy and beautiful.

A gorgeous thing;

Perhaps HIS greatest creation,

And most important too;

To stop differentiation.

With the keenness so bright;

Now, telling would be right.

People call it love;

You won’t be so amazed might.

It could be between any relations;

As of parents and child or two lovers.

Whom-so-ever between it originate;

But surely, it makes others ours.

It happens when you could do;

Anything for their smile;

And can’t see them in grief;

Even for a while.

Even being this;

Of many kinds;

Yet done by hearts;

Non-of-them being by minds.

Composed by:-
Shivam Jha

A Day before Christmas

It’s the time of a bright night;

Moon is spreading its light bright;

Busy are people and same for each bus;

 All are engaged, tomorrow is Christmas.

Tomorrow is 25^th of December.

We all should remember;

The importance of the day;

I will be pleased, if I could do so may.

By seeing the badness among people;

God has sent his own son.

Named Jesus, he was very kind;

And was as glorious, as the Sun.

At last, he died; but to us made a graceful guide;

He preached us many useful things;

So, we could become good human beings.

Also, don’t forget to do fun;

As, god also want us;

That we remain happy & celebrate

And make our good habits elevate.

---Shivam Jha***

Vivekanand International Sr. Sec. School, I.P. Extention., New Delhi-110091

The Comic Differentiation

There is an almighty power,

That had made all of us,

People call him as,

God, Allah, Ishwar, or Jesus.

He had made all the living beings;

But, we want a way; an excuse

To differentiate each other,

By finding different means.

We pretend, the humans;

Are better than others,

But, what, when we are

Fighting with our brothers.

We have one of the

Best developed minds.

However, what is the use of all this,

When, we even can’t be kind?

So, stop all this nonsense jobs,

Moreover, this comic differentiation.

If no, then what will be the use of?

God’s such brilliant creation.

Shivam Jha

Vivekanand International Sr. Sec. School, I.P. Extn.,  Patparganj,

 New Delhi-110091