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Shilpa Karthik Poem
Rainbows would never be rainbows
If sunshine had never met rain
No one would ever need comfort
If there was no sadness or pain
But life holds both sunshine & showers
The days aren't all bright & fair
So look thru the showers for the rainbows
You'll always find hope shining over there.
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When I Take a long time to finish, I am slow,
When my boss takes a long time, he is thorough,
When I don't do it, I am lazy,
When my boss does not do it, he is busy,
When I do something without being told, I am trying to be smart,
When my boss does the same, he takes the initiative,
When I please my boss, I am apple polishing,
When my boss pleases his boss, he is cooperating,
When I make a mistake, you're an idiot.
When my boss makes a mistake, he's only human.
When I am out of the office, I am wandering around.
When my boss is out of the office, he's on business.
When I am on a day off sick, I am always sick.
When my boss is a day off sick, he must be very ill.
When I apply for leave, I must be going for an interview
When my boss applies for leave, it's because he's overworked
When I do good, my boss never remembers,When I do wrong, he never forgets
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I am healthy and happy.
I see that which is beautiful and good.
I refuse to gossip and demean myself by uttering negative words or beliefs.
I refuse to be involved in quarreling, confusion and discord.
Each time something bad happens, I can choose to be a victim or I can choose
to learn from it. I choose to learn from it.
Every time someone comes to me complaining, I can choose to accept their
complaining or I can point out the positive side of life. I choose the positive side
of life.
I can complain because I have to go to school, or I can eagerly open my mind
and fill it with rich new tidbits of knowledge.
I can mourn my lack of friends, or I can embark upon a quest (even if it is slowly
at first) to discover new relationships.
I can cry because roses have thorns, or I can celebrate that thorns have roses.
Life is all about choices. When you cut away all the junk, every situation is a
choice. You choose how you react to situations. You choose how people will
affect your mood. You choose to be in a good mood or bad mood. The bottom
line: It's your choice how you live life.
Each morning wake up and say to yourself: "I have two choices today. I can
choose to be in a good mood or I can choose to be in a bad mood. I choose to
be in a good mood and focus on the positive aspects of life.
What today will be like is up to me. I get to choose what kind of day I will have!"
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gone r the days
when the school reopened in june
& v settled in our new desks & benches.
gone r the days
when v queued up in book depot
& got our new books & notes.
gone r the days
when v wanted 2 sundays & no mondays yet
managed to line up daily for the morning prayers.
gone r the days
v learnt writing with slates & pencils
& progressed to fountain pens & ball pens & then to micro tips.
gone r the days
v began drawing with crayons & evolved to color pencils
& finally sketch & tube colors.
gone r the days
we started calculating first with tables
& then advanced to calculators & to computers.
gone r the days
when v chased one another in the corridors in intervals
& returned to the classrooms drenched in sweat.
gone r the days
when v had lunch in classrooms, corridors, playgrounds,
under the trees & even in cycle sheds.
gone r the days
when all the colors in the world
decorated the campus on the second saturdays.
gone r the days
when a single PT period in the week's time-table
was awaited more eagerly than the monsoons.
gone r the days
when cricket was played with writing pads as bats
& neckties & socks rolled into balls.
gone r the days
when few played "kabadi" & "kho-kho" in scorching sun
while others simply played "book cricket" in the confines of the classroom.
gone r the days
of fights but no conspiracies
of competitions but seldom jealousy.
gone r the days
when v used to watch live cricket telecasts
in the opposite house in intervals & lunch breaks.
gone r the days
when few rushed early to
"conquer" window seats in the bus.
gone r the days
while few had tiffin, others had "kulfi ice-cream",
"vada pav" & "pepsi" in lunch hours.
gone r the days
of sports day & the annual school day
& the one-month long preparations for them.
gone r the days
of tenth standard when v spent almost
the whole year writing revision tests.
gone r the days
v learnt,v enjoyed,v played,v won,v lost
v laughed,v cried,v fought,v thought.
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Why are you scared of being alone?
People here have hearts that’s already torn,
Why are you troubled to see the end?
Look around you will definitely find a friend.
Why do you need a hand to hold?
Try and face this world being bold.
Why do you strive to be the best?
Just be yourself, just as the rest.
Why do you need a shoulder to cry?
Accept that this world is simply a lie.
Why do you build up trust with infinite ease?
People in future will definitely deceive and cease.
Why do you stare at the stars all night?
They are lonely too pinned up there tight.
Why do you tremble in pressure or pain?
People will not see them as they are insane.
Why do you crave for the lost dream?
It was just a flick that made you scream.
Why do you simply feel rejected?
Abiding by ones virtues has always been complicated.
Why are you scared of being loved?
Everyone don’t betray, so stop being cowed.
Why is loving someone else not your case?
Everyone has a broken heart beneath a laughing face.
Why do you stare at your cell waiting for a call?
You are simply wasting your time my doll.
Why do you constantly check your e-mails?
To get depressed after your search fails.
Why do peoples slaughtering words hurt you?
They have been doing this, this fact isn’t new.
Why do you exhibit to this world your softer half?
Practicality rules the world so they will just laugh.
Why are you staring at Hippocratic faces?
People here have been hiding them since ages,
Why are you even trying to be an advocate of God?
Your words will be killed brutally by Satan’s sword.
Why can’t you gather strength and get up again?
Life’s blows are recursive and easy to sustain,
Why can’t you fight and try and change your fate?
If not sooner then, then why not a bit late.
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The sun, going about her daily chores,
glimpses a new star in the sky,
one smaller than herself,
yet strangely familiar.
Used to catching her image first in puddles,
then growing larger in lakes,
she at first only sees a stranger,
then catches herself
spread in the moon's reflection
across thousands of miles of sky.
Hypnotized by the beauty
of this strange new view of herself,
she can't ignore it,
sneaking looks time after time;
she can't take her eyes off herself.
Daily, as the moon moves about in the sky,
the sun catches tantalizing glimpses
of herself from multiple angles.
By then, the sun imagines herself to have
the moon's full attention,
claiming it as her mirror.
Like Snow White's wicked stepmother,
the sun asks this mirror repeatedly,
methodically, almost hypnotically,
"Who is the fairest of them all?"
The moon answers all questions
obliquely,
bringing the sun back time and again,
puppet on a string
seeking a definitive answer.
By day, the moon untangles
its strings of moonlight,
puts out its nets.
Their dialog moves sideways;
the sun's questions, always direct,
glance off the moon;
the moon's answers slip around behind it
as the sun tries to get a better look
at what the moon might be saying.
Who was created in whose image?
Which came first,
the chicken, the egg, or the yolk,
small sun caught up in the quicksilver lies
of albumen?
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Why are you scared of being alone?
People here have hearts that’s already torn,
Why are you troubled to see the end?
Look around you will definitely find a friend.
Why do you need a hand to hold?
Try and face this world being bold.
Why do you strive to be the best?
Just be yourself, just as the rest.
Why do you need a shoulder to cry?
Accept that this world is simply a lie.
Why do you build up trust with infinite ease?
People in future will definitely deceive and cease.
Why do you stare at the stars all night?
They are lonely too pinned up there tight.
Why do you tremble in pressure or pain?
People will not see them as they are insane.
Why do you crave for the lost dream?
It was just a flick that made you scream.
Why do you simply feel rejected?
Abiding by ones virtues has always been complicated.
Why are you scared of being loved?
Everyone don’t betray, so stop being cowed.
Why is loving someone else not your case?
Everyone has a broken heart beneath a laughing face.
Why do you stare at your cell waiting for a call?
You are simply wasting your time my doll.
Why do you constantly check your e-mails?
To get depressed after your search fails.
Why do peoples slaughtering words hurt you?
They have been doing this, this fact isn’t new.
Why do you exhibit to this world your softer half?
Practicality rules the world so they will just laugh.
Why are you staring at Hippocratic faces?
People here have been hiding them since ages,
Why are you even trying to be an advocate of God?
Your words will be killed brutally by Satan’s sword.
Why can’t you gather strength and get up again?
Life’s blows are recursive and easy to sustain,
Why can’t you fight and try and change your fate?
If not sooner then, then why not a bit late.
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Have you ever heard the birds?
Composing music on the trees
Or listened to the rains
In a cold evening with breeze.
Time is short,
Don’t run so fast,
Life is not going to last.
Have you told your parents?
That you will meet them tomorrow,
And in the busy days of work,
Forgot them and didn’t see their sorrow.
Time is short,
Don’t run so fast,
Life is not going to last.
Have you let a friendship die?
Simply because you have not time to say “Hi”,
Or someone asked you “How are you”,
And you didn’t find time to reply.
Time is short,
Don’t run so fast,
Life is not going to last.
Have you ever checked your mail?
And found an old friend there,
But in the haste of reaching somewhere,
Didn’t reply and failed to care.
Time is short,
Don’t run so fast,
Life is not going to last.
Have you ever promised someone?
And forgot about it in hurry,
And didn’t find time to apologize,
And got up next day with a new worry.
Time is short,
Don’t run so fast,
Life is not going to last.
Did you ever feel the morning bliss?
And felt like your day is made,
Or simply went to office as usual,
And slogged there for getting paid.
Time is short,
Don’t run so fast,
Life is not going to last.
Did you ever take a day off?
From your daily chores to rest,
Or simply went on running each day,
As though you are on a quest.
Time is short,
Don’t run so fast,
Life is not going to last.
How far will you go my friend?
Every road here has an end,
So better halt now and look around,
And try to hear your hearts sound.
Stop running now,
Before you tell yourself,
Life has ended, I don’t know how.
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When the school reopened in June,
And we settled in our new desks and benches.
Gone are the days
When we queued up in book depot,
And got our new books and notes.
Gone are the days
When we wanted two Sundays and no Mondays, yet
Managed to line up daily for the morning prayers.
Gone are the days
We learnt writing with slates and pencils, and
progressed
To fountain pens and ball pens and then micro tips.
Gone are the days
We began drawing with crayons and evolved to
Colour pencils and finally sketch pens.
Gone are the days
We started calculating first with tables and then with
Clarkes tables and advanced to calculators and
computers.
Gone are the days
When we chased one another in the corridors in
Intervals,
And returned to the classrooms drenched in sweat.
Gone are the days
When we had lunch in classrooms,
corridors,Playgrounds,
under the trees and even in cycle sheds.
Gone are the days
When all the colours in the world,
Decorated the campus on the Second Saturdays.
Gone are the days
When a single P.T. period in the week's Time Table,
Was awaited more eagerly than the monsoons.
Gone are the days
When cricket was played with writing pads as
bats,
And Neckties and socks rolled into balls.
Gone are the days
When few played "kabadi" and "Co-Co" in scorching sun,
While others simply played "book cricket" in the
confines of classroom.
Gone are the days
Of fights but no conspiracies,
Of Competitions but seldom jealousy.
Gone are the days
When we used to watch Live Cricket telecast,
In the opposite house in Intervals and Lunch breaks.
Gone are the days
When few rushed at 3:45 to
"Conquer" window seats in our School bus.
Gone are the days
Of Sports Day, and the annual School Day ,
And the one-month long preparations for them.
Gone are the days
Of the stressful Quarterly, Half Yearly and Annual
Exams,
And the most enjoyed holidays after them.
Gone are the days
Of tenth and twelfth standards, when we
Spent almost the whole year writing revision tests.
Gone are the days
We learnt, we enjoyed, we played, we won, we lost,
We laughed, we cried, we fought, we thought.
Gone are the days
With so much fun in them, so many friends,
So much experience, all this and more.
Gone are the days
But not the memories, which will be
Lingering in our hearts for ever and ever and
Ever and ever and Ever......
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Like a caring umbrella in the pouring rain
A warm friendly hug when you got the cane
Like a chocolate-cheese pizza when you're hungry as hell
It's all that sweetness with a little wicked spell
That gives a glimpse of that magical thing
The wonder of wonders that a Woman is !
Pls Note: On Behaf of International Women's Day
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