Shriyandhaa's space

  With red beauty and red essence, Here comes the Rosy elegance. With its sweet fragrance and good appearance, It draws the bees for pollination to commence. With a beautiful, green, gleaming stem, It is just an immortal gem. But it has an evil arm within, The stem contains the thorns of sin! So be careful when you hold a rose,  Even if it gives a beautiful pose. The rose might send you into Rosy Daze, But do not miss its true face! But roses are pretty, just like you, With the sweet scent, and the beautiful hue!

  I gazed upon the lonely night, From my greasy window glass. But shining in the bright moonlight, Is a group of Jasmine flowers. Blooming under the bright stars, I can see them from afar. In a pot of happiness, Growing away in the night. When all are sleep, when dreams confess, The blooming is a very rare sight. Forming into pearly mouths, Growing away without a pout. They dance in the stormy wind, No normal rules apply. They scowl at owls, they screech at bats, That ought to fly right by.  In the morning, they're quite reserved, Innocent, and quite curved. They detach themselves from their home, When you come to pluck them away. They solemnly sigh, and wilt and cry, But there is something which will make them gay, Share your love with the beauty, And then they will always stay really happy.

Happy New Year, everybody! Let us start the new 2023 with happiness, and continue it with happiness.  Of course, this is NOT blog new year. This is the American traditional new year all of us celebrate on account of the completion of 1 whole revolution around the Sun.  Let us burn the bad of 2022, and cherish the good of it, and prepare for whatever is to come next in 2023. Let us make resolutions, and become a better person, and make the world a better place to live.  I want to satisfy all of you by writing better poems and stories. I will also fine-tune my behaviour and become more mature. I want to study better, and earn better marks than before. H a p p y N e w Y e a r !

  Wecome back to "What's Inside?"!  But this is part two. So far: I get a big box with my name on it. Once opened, I ask Shripradhaa to see what is inside. She goes in. But never comes out. So I go in, and... Read on! For a moment, all I saw was a blinding flash. And now, currently, Shripu and I are in an illusion. There are only spirals everywhere, and we seem to be going SUPER slow. And of course, "we seem to be going" refers to "we are falling".  And probably after hours, we suddenly speed up - we're falling at top speed now - BAM! There's the flash again and - thud - we've fallen somewhere. Somewhere.... But where? This feels like no where, because we are somewhere, and somewheres are always no wheres to people who haven't been to somewheres before. Anyways, it is a no where because there isn't anything. Anything except - black.  But I feel solid ground - and I feel a head - belonging to Shripu - and something else - but what is...

Who hugs me and hugs me, Who loves me more, Who kisses me and kisses me, Who watches me soar. Who paints my life, Who makes my day, Who lights the night, Who makes me say: "I love you so much, Yes I do, There isn't a day, Without the fabulous you!" Who kindles happiness, Who stops sadness, Who makes my mind, Who makes my heart impressed. Who builds my path, Who calms my wrath, Who builds confidence, Who breaks warpath. You are no one, but MYSELF  I will always love you(self), for your  Past, present and future help.

From minute pieces of flattened rice, Arises a Palacial, grandiose house. Listen to this story about a meaningful prize  Given to Suddhama by God Krishna, of course. Suddhama and Krishna have been together,  In their lone Gurukulam school. Together they played, together they made, They made life a happy pool. But turns out, Suddhama is poor, And has hardly any money to spare. "Ask for some help," his wife said, So of he went, under the Sun's hot flares. All day and night, he travelled far, With a small rag pouch of flattened rice. He walked and walked, until he heard the talks, Of faraway guards, not so nice. He finally reached, and as he was about to enter, The guards refuse his enterance. "I am innocent, I am Krishna's friend!"  But they will not let him enter. But Krishna appears, to greet him inside,  With a big, warm hug. "What do you have for me?" He asked nicely, As Suddhama hid the pouch. "Oh, flatened rice!" Krishna cried,  Grabb...

  Chapter 18 - The Prank The S Scientists, as you know, are in great trouble. They currently don't know that, but they will get to, in this very part of the story. Saketh happily boasted about what had happened, thinking as though it had worked. But anyway, the others were worried. "But don't you think Hi Ho found out that it was just a floatie?" Said Samhitha nervously. "No! He never found that out. I told you, didn't I? I saw him freak out," said Saketh. "I'm sure it's going to work. Unless he,"  Saketh came to an abrupt stop as the doorbell rang. Shreya went to answer the door. But to her greatest disappointment, it was Hi Ho, his face red, and Shreya was clearly able to see the anger. Saketh gulped. "Unless he doesn't find out and come here!" He said in a shaky, low tone. Hi Ho stormed into their house without even asking permission. He marched straight up to Saketh and fiercely leaned over on him. "One more time ...

  He who conquers the Heart of the World, With one simple, small word. Oh, but it is only simple to Him, But not to the whole World.  His teachings are not to be forgotten, But to be kept in mind. Use those every day, Use it in any situation you can find. Don't feel bad if you never saw Him, For He lives in each one's Heart. He cannot be seen, or heard, But He can be felt; if you have right thoughts. Be modest, kind, and humble like Him, For He has made miracles happen.  He forgives your  mistakes, Because He is a God who is tolerant.  Though he is not physically there, He mentally resides everywhere. He is born a man, but a God, Who sits in your hearts, and about you He cares. He is the World's Guru, Elder to even the Greatest of Gods. He is our dearest Ummachi Thatha, Simple to Him, but a miracle to me and You.  

  Clingty clang, clangty cling, They dance along, a song they sing  Shimmering in the light of day, Clingty clang, they sing, they play. Dangling in your pant pocket, They shimmer like the charger socket  Funny names they keep themselves, Dollars, rupees, dimes and what else? Brothers and sisters, notes might be, But much bigger and flimsier, as you see  1, 2, 5 and 10, Are the names for the glittery them. I stumbled upon these glinting coins, Examining them from inch to inch  They are worth much, points and points, So you can't waste them even a pinch.

Ding Dong! Wow ! The bell ringing at 9 o' clock! The milk and the newspaper have been delivered, but what could it be now? I open the door, but to my biggest surprise..... What is this big box doing at my doorstep? What did I order? Probably it has been delivered in the wrong place..... Oh, no! It has my name boldly printed on it, without the smallest of mistakes. What is it? Let me heave it in... Oh! How.... Heavy! Ah, thank you, Shripradhaa! You really come in handy. Now, what do we have here? Thank you for handing me the scissors, Shripu. Let's cut it open! Of course, only the tape which has sealed the box. Oof! It is too hard to open this box! I mean, cut the tape. Oh! Thank you for the blade, Shripu. Eeeeeeeee..... This is impossible! I give up. AAH! What are these, barber scissors? You want me to cut the tape with these? Oh, all right. If you insist. Eeehhh..... THAT IS IT! I give up! No, I'm not trying with plyers or chainsaws now, I give up. You try all you want to,...