And Sometimes I Ponder Not To Ponder Over Death...!
For minutes, sometimes for hours
I sit for long
I sprint for miles
pondering over
what did I do?
what should I have done!
fetching clumsiness
out of everything,
being human
I look for stitches
in flawless skins,
I force my eyeballs
to dance
on the notes
of distrust I have hidden
for myself,
even declaring sometimes
those gigantic deeds of mine;
a nose of some elf,
I sometimes
push myself low,
I sometimes
bow my own nose
to toe
for those running clocks,
for these smoky laughter,
never ever quenched
my soul so good
as
staring those stars,
gliding and riding
in the poetic verses
these nights create,
those breezes come along with,
should we just be jilt beau
of ourselves
or look beyond,
the magic our proximities hold.
should we just be a slave
sometimes of money,
sometimes of pretty hair
sometimes of bewildering wine,
why shouldn't
we let ourselves free?
just entwined
with the thoughts of 'us',
with the
thoughts of living more
than just to pursue death!
-Mrinal Jha,
India
And Sometimes I Ponder Not To Ponder Over Death...!
For minutes, sometimes for hours
I sit for long
I sprint for miles
pondering over
what did I do?
what should I have done!
fetching clumsiness
out of everything,
being human
I look for stitches
in flawless skins,
I force my eyeballs
to dance
on the notes
of distrust I have hidden
for myself,
even declaring sometimes
those gigantic deeds of mine;
a nose of some elf,
I sometimes
push myself low,
I sometimes
bow my own nose
to toe
for those running clocks,
for these smoky laughter,
never ever quenched
my soul so good
as
staring those stars,
gliding and riding
in the poetic verses
these nights create,
those breezes come along with,
should we just be jilt beau
of ourselves
or look beyond,
the magic our proximities hold.
should we just be a slave
sometimes of money,
sometimes of pretty hair
sometimes of bewildering wine,
why shouldn't
we let ourselves free?
just entwined
with the thoughts of 'us',
with the
thoughts of living more
than just to pursue death!
-Mrinal Jha,
India
A Gentle Reminder
PEACE IS A MINDSET,
PEACE IS A CHOICE.
IT SHOWS IN YOUR ACTIONS,
IT SHOWS IN YOUR VOICE.
PLEASE NEVER USE IT
JUST FOR A SEASON,
BUT ALL THE YEAR ROUND
AND FOR EVERY REASON.
HANG THIS SMALL DOVE
AS A GENTLE REMINDER,
TO KEEP PEACE IN YOUR HEART,
AND HELP MAKE THE WORLD KINDER.
-SPARSH,
India
Save My Pal Earth
We can dream so many dreams
but my dream is so extreme
Clean India, Clean World
which will shine like a beautiful Pearl.
Fresh fruits, fresh vegetables
Give our life a Fruity Flavour
but Clean and fresh environment
will keep our mind fresh forever.
We are the Children
We are the Youth
We are the Creatures
This is a Universal Truth.
But we are also the destroyers
because we remain mute
Therefore if we do not save our earth
We will never get any ripe fruit.
We, the Children, are the masters
We are the blasters
We can stop many disasters.
So come and let us find a solution
to this deep rooted pollution
Come one and come all
to save our pal earth.
-Princess,
India