Today Students' Thoughts

Towards You

noreply@blogger.com (Shivam Jha) — Mon, 28 Sep 2020 18:43:00 +0000

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)

A message from God

noreply@blogger.com (Shivam Jha) — Sun, 28 Jul 2019 18:32:00 +0000

Once, when occupied was my mind,
By demons whom I fed,
Something became so kind,
It came to me and said:

"Why you try to find happiness outside? :
You're carrying a whole world inside,
For, you're my most beautiful creation;
And, I've sent myself being in you, tied.

Why you let them deceive you?
To them, you too can nothing do:
Let them sail their own ships;
While you make histories new

And if these clouds appear again,
And you feel like insane,
Just remember why you're here:
To fulfill your fair share;
To live in such a way,
This world becomes a better place to stay;
To add values by the works you do;
And shine forever above the skies blue."

After pondering for a while
For what happened now,
And taking them for angels sent by god,
I'm grateful for this happened how.

Composed by :
Shivam Jha

Ten Hours

noreply@blogger.com (Shivam Jha) — Mon, 03 Jun 2019 16:21:00 +0000

As I stood from my chair,
The shadows began to change here;
When I looked outside the window,
To see things I usually don't care.

Then I noticed thing one :
Shadows started to embrace their mark,
As swifted farther the Sun,
And soon everything around seemed dark.

But as the dawn came,
A streak of lightness began to glow,
As I see it through my window :
All that darkness started seeming lame.

Then, as graciously as it can be,
Everything lightened again, I see;
As if the sun had left with its fragrance,
Just to show it's importance.

Hence I've learned one thing, though lately;
First amazed, then realizing gradually:
That remaining days aren't too different,
For these ten hours will come daily.

Composed by:
Shivam Jha

If I...

noreply@blogger.com (Shivam Jha) — Sat, 27 Apr 2019 21:10:00 +0000

Today, as I was wondering,
Few questions came to me,
About you, asking,
Few of them be:

If I show you my blemishes,
And tell you how bad am I,
Would you still give me blushes
Instead of waving bye?

If I cry,
Would you be there
To calm me down, and care,
And wipe tears my?

If I deviate from my track,
Would you be there to hold my hand,
Walking on thornes and sand,
And bring me back?

If I get surrounded by distrust,
Would you have patience, and
Would your eyes still look at me with innocence,
Like they used to at first?

And if I ever hurt you,
Would you still do to me,
The things that you do;
Would your expressions still fascinate me?

While these thoughts were coming,
A familiar voice came from within
And said something to me:
Which I already been knowing.

Composed by :
Shivam Jha

You

noreply@blogger.com (Shivam Jha) — Sun, 31 Mar 2019 18:54:00 +0000

Today, I wanna tell you
Since met we,
A beautiful thing
That you taught me:

The meaning of my remaining miles:
That it is laughing at your silly jokes,
Finding my heaven in your smiles,
And my devotion praying for your future,

That it's being lost in your thoughts all day
Finding my gods in your blemishes,
My world gazing in your eyes;
And my virtues in your blushes;

That it's being mad with your madness
Being the reason for your giggles plentiful,
Loving your innocence, your childishness
That's makes you so beautiful.

Now I pray for but one thing:
We two remain together; standing
And you remain like this now:
Unique and smiling.

Compose by:
Shivam Jha

Thank you

noreply@blogger.com (Shivam Jha) — Tue, 26 Feb 2019 11:16:00 +0000

In this life, many memories
Have I cherished and made,
But yours are different:
Have a unique color and shade.

For when it grew into loneliness,
When nothing remained but darkness,
Then I came to know myself,
And explored my true self.

For it's your love, love
Casting itself in various forms
And being with me,
Throughout all springs and storms.

But don't worry love,
I will be always with you,
In you smiles and above all,
In your tears for those moments few.

But, for all those precious memories
And fun we used to do,
To say to you now,
I am left with but 'Thank you'.

Composed by :
Shivam Jha

You and Me II

noreply@blogger.com (Shivam Jha) — Wed, 05 Sep 2018 13:36:00 +0000

I do adore a few for myself
But for me they're everything
And you being among them,
I find a blessing

For there have been times
When I deviated from the track;
And with all your care and heart,
Everytime did you rescue me back

We're in this world's
Most beautiful relation:
Sometimes you being a sweet friend;
At others, I learn from this god's creation

So you and me:
We've had a great time together,
I realised and now I see:
That nature's most precious gifts are for free.

Composed by:
Shivam Jha
Dedicated to:
Gauri Bhardwaj

Me and You

noreply@blogger.com (Shivam Jha) — Tue, 16 May 2017 02:12:00 +0000

In this life, many come and go

But sometimes, one gets blessed so

To have beside; one of the few

That leaves a touch of goodness upon one's soul

And teaches heart, it's very delicacy and role

And so, I should thank god for having you.

Well, god- I haven't seen,

But, he mustn't be sweeter-

For he has sent himself in being

You, as a teacher, and a sweet friend;

That has guided me and took a stand,

When future seen dismay, as a protector.

Huh, time will come

When your hairs would grew white

And upon your nose would shine spectacles bright

But still to your boy, you'd be awesome.

For whatever happens, wherever do we go

It's for sure and that nothing can beat-

I would remain your naughty boy;

And you, my ma'am sweet.

Composed by:-

Shivam Jha

Dedicated to:-

Gauri Bhardwaj, whose smile always inspires me

You,the very you-Beautiful

noreply@blogger.com (Shivam Jha) — Fri, 12 Aug 2016 00:54:00 +0000

Lonely was I until you came into my life

And secured me.

Anguish.Anger.Depression.

These were my only mates.

You came to me

When I needed you the most.

The most beautiful things in

The world aren't often such

To most of the people

At most of the times.

For almighty has secured

Half of beauties of

The most beautiful things

In his most blessed children.

To understand the beauty

Of such things,

One must deserve to possess

The half part.

And when he saw I'd became

Enough deserving,he became

So kind enough to me,

He gifted you to me,

Then I came to know

What beauty is.

It is watching you all the day,

Your gleaming eyes, your innocent expressions,

The very innocent you

It is just loving you,

Making you laugh

Seeing you gazing to skies,

Your naughty pranks,

Your selflessness,

You giggling at small things,

And then you look at the ground.

Beauty is being myself

The reason for your smile

Just to see that pink dimples

On your cheeks

And to hear from you,

"Dear, love you".

This word seemed nothing much to me

Until you came and led yourself

Being this to me, for me.

Now, we're together, our souls are together

And they would be

And no promises needed

Just you are enough.

We , walking down the lanes

In wintry nights-

Our smiles're heat for each other.

We're just walking-

Slowly.Happily.Lovingly.

No conversations needed

To talk to you.

No boundaries,no limits.

Just me and you-

You love me and I love you

Only this is enough

And nothing else needed, dear-

Don't care for anything

And don't be afraid.

Why, I'm seeing tension, as

The moon lights up your face?

Don't worry dear, I'll be like this

For ever, holding your hand.

You'll always find me besides you.

You never care for yourself-

For you'd given that all to me;

But so much do I care for you

I want you to care for yourself too,

For you're so flawless.

And u do find the world's most

Heavenly beauty in you, for god

Has sent himself in being you

For his most blessed child.

I know you'll never think 'bout yourself

But I'm here for you love.

And hence, we complete each other

Being in each other,

Loving each other

Every time, ah, yeah like this only

For Ever, for ever, forever

Love you

Composed by:-

Shivam Jha

The Beautiful Pain

noreply@blogger.com (Shivam Jha) — Sat, 04 Jun 2016 13:16:00 +0000

In this well world wide,
It feels solitary-like a corpse;
For my soul has now died,
Only loneliness remained this side.

Many things arise
And lays abide-
Until at last they flicker
And eventually subside.

But, some pains are
Too beautiful to forget;
Like the one you've given me,
Since we'd last met.

For the more I try to depart myself,
The more I do find you close to me-
Your lovely smile and expressions can I clearly see-
The more it beautifies itself.

My eyes want eagerly shed their blood upon;
When they visualizes the past ahead them-
That you've denied staying before them when-
Still they've treasured tears since long.

For they know,
When the sealed sky shall seize upon its sheer serenity,
The sun would shine with its utmost delicacy;
Since you remembered your vow.

For when you'll be back, the pain will cast
Itself to divinity-the obsessed
Cursed tears shall drip; being blessed-
The treasure will have its value at last.

It persisted, for, that day
I proposed you for our souls to be together-
And you said, on every way
Of life, we will stay happy forever.

If you've asked smiling;
Even for my life, I wouldn't care a little;
But now, only that is what remaining;
For I can't get why did you go and made it brittle.

So, tried giving up this meaningless life, however,
Realized about the promise -to stay happy forever-
But, if I give up my life, huh, then,
How'd we be again, together?

Composed by-
Shivam Jha

I dropped into her

noreply@blogger.com (Shivam Jha) — Tue, 08 Mar 2016 15:18:00 +0000

Yesterday night; as I do remember
I was crying as badly as I’ve never
Yeah-‘cause of you, who led off chains upon my heart
That would be dormant forever.

Dear, I’m not cursing you;
It was all me who desired to gain
To you happiness far more than infinity;
So now, grieving in vain.

Huh, for your sweet smile,
Even that one lasting for a while;
I was ready to do anything,
And to give you beloved; everything.

My whole world was just you-
And yeah, only and only you
It would be you, from whom my life starts,
And eagerly and lovingly it casts.

Whenever my eyes lay upon you,
It could see the most innocent face;
Yeah, it was its heartiest wish
To find just you to gaze.

But, every time do I found you with me-
Just I’ve to close my eyes.
There-I would make you see
And could appreciate your beauty nice.

But now, everything is over
I’m in vain, for the things I discover.
So deeply have I hurt
Still there is nothing to cure this broken heart.

I know you would come back
But, you shall not find me there.
 For now, there’s nothing left to spare.
Huh, pain all I got in return of care.

Usually people like gems;
But you permitted it letting off whole treasured,
And along with it, a fine diamond;
Whose value can’t be measured.

But don’t worry my love
We’ll surely meet again, I bet;
Maybe in your dreams or thoughts-
Where you can see me but can’t get.

Composed by:-
Shivam Jha

BUSINESS WORLD

noreply@blogger.com (Shivam Jha) — Mon, 22 Feb 2016 08:58:00 +0000

Business! This English word has become so common, that we don’t even try to understand; what is it.
I think “business is a world of possibilities from where, with creativity and keenness; one can let the birds of his imagination be free to go and fetch with them, the first glimpses of idea- so immensely powerful; that with the coordination of sub-conscious mind and determination; would bring with them; infinite name, fame, wealth, or whatever you DESIRE!!!”
So, as seen, business is not just forming a company, organization; or whatever you call it; and then making it run with ‘workers’, ‘staffs’, etc.
Actually, ‘this is the world; in which only, the country which fellowmen call as “success” exists.’
None- I should think it’s worth repeating-  is on this earth,  who is and who will be capable of earning great fortunes, by doing a ‘job’ somewhere- be it of any company, sector, or whatever.
Indeed, not only money that matters, but I don’t think so that no one would like that, after his passage, his children and neighbors just remember him,’cause he was a good man, and after some days, let him be vanished off their thoughts.
Still many are here who think; business means only earning- not earning, but acquiring money- from whatever sources, or by whatever means possible.
That’s the difference of thinking due to which world’s 96% fortunes are laid among population’s 1% people, still in this 2nd decade of 21st century.
--Shivam Jha

A Visit To The “death land”

noreply@blogger.com (Shivam Jha) — Wed, 17 Jun 2015 13:35:00 +0000

This is the astonishing place where

Once I too have been born;

Incidents are being happened all over here and there—

As grace and dark, gain and vain, joy and mourn.

Well, it hasn’t been changed much,

Over quite pretty centuries—

Still many sought in others’ pain; their ease,

And a few, for others, remain as such.

It displays upon me, a weird tragedy—

Man tries to buy ‘HIS’ divine creations-well,

And some apply them to their temporaries—

So the good neighbors being heaven and hell.

For, it is a tragedy

That one man should relish and other has pity;

But, its more sort of a comedy;

Where immortals have their roles and an appropriate end.

For, ‘HE’ has given to all.

Happiness far more than infinity,

By inducing it with faith; one could appreciate the

Drizzling success after conquering peaks of the greatest fall.

Completing the journey around;

A few new things have I found,

Having the scene being displayed;

Now, I should leave and fade.

Composed by:-

Shivam Jha

Thoughts: Translation To Fortunes

noreply@blogger.com (Shivam Jha) — Tue, 07 Apr 2015 12:19:00 +0000

Truly, thoughts are powerful things--

And most importantly; predominant in human beings,

For, without them,man is nothing;

But a beast, who yields upon other living beings.

For, it is the first step;

Before dreams become reality; and hence,

Could be translated into riches or fortunes;

By a burning desire, purpose and persistence.

No one on this earth,

Dreams to live in poverty and criticism;

Everyone dreams to earn fortunes with great optimism,

But, not from everyone's dreams;reality takes birth.

As success comes only to those;

Who deserve it;

People, who don't wanna rose;

Are failure conscious, and too, deserves it.

When people face temporary defeats,

Most logical decision; could be to quit--

By those who don't deserves it,

For 'winners never quit and quitters never win'.

Often, success comes one step beyond defeat--

For, failure is a trickster, who seems to beat--

By tripping others, when success is almost at reach;

Denying "quitters" from this meet.

Composed by:-

Shivam Jha

Imagination: the workshop of mind

noreply@blogger.com (Shivam Jha) — Mon, 05 Jan 2015 07:37:00 +0000

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

A November Thursday Evening

noreply@blogger.com (Shivam Jha) — Wed, 26 Nov 2014 10:05:00 +0000

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

noreply@blogger.com (Shivam Jha) — Mon, 10 Nov 2014 16:08:00 +0000

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

noreply@blogger.com (Shivam Jha) — Sun, 10 Aug 2014 05:52:00 +0000

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

noreply@blogger.com (Shivam Jha) — Tue, 10 Jun 2014 10:13:00 +0000

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

noreply@blogger.com (Shivam Jha) — Fri, 23 May 2014 08:19:00 +0000

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

noreply@blogger.com (Shivam Jha) — Fri, 16 May 2014 08:03:00 +0000

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

noreply@blogger.com (Shivam Jha) — Mon, 05 May 2014 16:23:00 +0000

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

noreply@blogger.com (Shivam Jha) — Sun, 27 Apr 2014 17:38:00 +0000

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

noreply@blogger.com (Shivam Jha) — Tue, 08 Apr 2014 13:41:00 +0000

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

noreply@blogger.com (Shivam Jha) — Wed, 02 Apr 2014 14:38:00 +0000

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.