Shriyandhaa's space

  I made a perfect start at my school during Upper Kindergarten. I was loved by my teachers, and, it was my first and last year at Kindergarten in the school. And, I was a kid, I had no proper emotions and I was just happy that I was going to the next grade. 1st, 2nd, 3rd and 4rth, I spent with the same set. But, 3rd and 4rth was not as good, because of COVID. After that was 5th - the thing I finished just now. It was the last year with my set and my 5 best friends. Though I always said my set was pretty uncivilized, I realised its worthiness right at the end. But, before the year was over, one of my BESTESTESTEST friends, the kindest and sweetest amongst all of them, was leaving for London. But of course, we had a big private farewell party with private and special gifts and photo time after school. But we are still keeping in touch. Not weeks after that, we got our Progress Report, stating our progress throughout the year and grades and other stuff. On the last page, we got the s...

  I always said you were uncouth, I said you were Life's Problem. But now that you just ran away, The school just lost its true emblem. You made my life, you made a real class, Thank goodness, you weren't as fragile as glass, But now that you just left me there, My mind is in despair. I'm somewhere where I do not belong, I search for you here and there. But the broken pieces of the dear you, Have been scattered everywhere. But still I'll see you, still I'll meet you, I'll give company to every piece Just like the way you helped me through, I'll do whatever to bring you ease. As I grow older, I'll remember you, Because I know you'll always remember me. Without 38 of us, there isn't a You, Like without one or two, there can't be a three.

Brother to Lakshmana, Husband to Sita. Son to Dasharata, Wonder to all the Gods. King to Ayodhya, Teacher to Ravana.  To all these, you might be wonderful, But to me, you are the most powerful! You always give us health, wealth and food And altogether, you bring the good! Shower us with more of these, As we give you birthday wishes. Give hapiness, sadness you may seize, As we shower you with hugs and kisses. Do keep guiding the world, And happiness shall continue to unfurl. Our praises might be less, but your blessings are more, You are the key, to that magical door! But we shall not be greedy,  For we know You might not like that, So we will change ourselves, be good citizens, And stop being unhelpful brats. We thank you for your lessons so far, You make sweet from sour. Happy Rama Navami, to one and all, Let's pray to Rama, and he will respond to our call.

  Once upon a time, you were with me You sang some songs about land and sea. You helped me spread my wings out wide, Flap them hard and reach the sky. But where are you now?  Is this hide and seek? I have searched everywhere, But in this game I am weak. The times when you told me all stories, About the thieves, princes and fairies. You conquered my heart with your power, You helped me bloom into a flower. But where have you gone, Into the unknown?   Now that you've disappeared, The World's lost its true tone. May this be a formal letter,  To my dear Great Grandmother, Wherever you are now, I'll make sure we'll always love each other.

  Because you're sweeter than honey, Because you're worthier than money, Because you make my day, Because you make me say, "Don't go away, oh, keep me company! You destroy the dark, you make our days sunny!" Have fun at London, make new friends  But missing you looks like the new trend But loving you will always extend, Because you are a queen - not pretend! We used to be close, But now you're far, But anyways, all of us know, We're close by heart. I love you Ramsha! We all miss you, but we also wish you a great time at London!

  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.