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The Vibrant Indian Festivals

Vibrant Festivals Of India ..... 


Colourful, bright, 
full of light ,
Lighting lamps, 
spreading colours,
flying a kite ,
reaching a new height,
What a tremendous sight!
Worshiping God Lakshmi's might .
Holi is Vibrant and colourful ,
In Diwali you 'd better be careful .
It may be lunch or dinner hospitality is our mentality,
Christmas is here  Christmas is here,
the festival of joy and cheer!
Eid Mubarak to everyone ! 
come lets have lots of fun ,
Every one is going to mosque to pray .
People are grateful 
it's special day.
India has its culture display in customs and traditions.
It's known for its festivals and celebrations.

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Scary Mathematics

scary Mathematics 

you know what,
if this period= math,
then my mood = rot,
ok fine,
my percentage to pass = 0.769,
it is like the value of me = math's dinner,
it will have me so finely dined,
cooked with oil which is refined,
and the letter of my failure,
by the principal it will be signed,
cause he is not so kind,
all my feelings he loves to grind,
by father I will be fined,
and since I don't have much balance of marks,
father will get some nice add-on interest,
which even per annum,
is more that what I have in math, asking my father is of no use,
but I can't go to mother or she will blow my fuse,
and I have to make an excuse,
when the principal asks for the signature,
perhaps let's start agriculture,
but let me tell you something,
the math-worm-topper is my bestie,
and i love to kick him out of the fame,
in my great video game,
instead of feeling lame,
here's what he said,
I don't know what he had read,
but now from math I am not scared    
cause he had to say,
winning this game without a glitch is a difficult way,
and that day,
i realized that my game,
will get me fame,
cause for a math topper winning chance = 0.769%,
and let that be x,
now x= my passing percentage,
and please understand that we are in the i-phone age,   
here math = 0 or rage,
not a healthy way to get your wage,
so princi, mom and you my dad,
don't just go mad,
relax and play the game,
watch me kick everyone out of fame!!!

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Poetic Existence

Poetic Existence

Poetry is emotion,
Poetry is thought,
Poetry is perspective,
Poetry is all that I can see,
Every word,
Every place,
Every era,
Everything, everytime, everywhere,
By every mean all I see is a poetic,
Vibrant and gracious side,
Of all that I see when I turn my eye,
From a sword’s epic,
To a folktale in ballad, 
From love in sonnets,
To the water in free verse,
There is a poem in all that I can see,
For even the uniVERSE,
Is but ONE VERSE!

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You Are One of a Kind

You Are One Of A Kind
‘Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and thought has found words.’

These golden lines of the American poet Robert Frost, truly describe poetry in all ways.

I have written this poem to convey that we should be proud of who we are; we should not try to change ourselves in order to pleaes someone. So, here is an emotional take that I hope will leave you spellbound in many ways.

You are you, fly high and be free,

But all I could see

Is who the world wanted you to be.

If you are Ronaldo, there is no need to be Picasso.

You have to keep this in your mind,

You can’t be both Michael Jordan and Albert Einstein.

You might not be the most beautiful,

But you have beauty in full.

It’s okay, if they call you silly,

Don’t feel hopeless,

Don’t be heartbroken.

You are intelligent, you are smart,

As a winner you will never lose your charm.

Keep your head high,

You’ve got to reach up to the sky.

It’s okay if you fail in a task,

Work hard, give your best,

Have determination and zest,

God will see the rest.

Be proud of yourself, you are unique,

If you want to be some one,

You know exactly who to be.

Tell the world you are not

What they all say.

You’ve got your own special way.

Your potential is all you need to find.

You are who you are,

Unique, different, unlike.

You are one of a kind.

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Chocolate Fantasy

Chocolate Fantasy 

One Christmas Eve I had a weird dream .
I was a big chocolate full of cream.
Delicious, marvellous, chocolaty sweet, from head to feet .
I was ready to give some one a wonderful treat .
I'd be your brownie delight .
Oh! Someone can eat me during day or at night .
Take my first bite every day at eleven,
And by the end of the bar, 
It's like you're in heaven .
25th morning my alarm clock rang at seven .
To my surprise I woke up as a boy ,
Under the blanket there was no wrapper and no  cream .
Then I had to scream,
As I had received a basket full of chocolates.
Was it a present from a king or a queen ?
I couldn't understand whether it was Christmas or Halloween .
Never mind ,as I can munch my chocolate any time.
I love chocolates .Yes! I do!
What about you ?

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I Wake When I Sleep

I Wake When I Sleep

When I go to bed at night,
I don’t sleep,
I awake to light,
I see my imagination taking a leap,
It goes to a meticulous height,
When I go to bed at night,
I don’t sleep,
I awake to light,
I awake to light….

When I am tucked in my bed,
I see the mars scorching red,
I feel like I am drifting in space,
Enthusiasm fills my face,
As I see the amazing grace,
Of the numerous galaxies and,
All the fascinating stars so grand!
When I go to bed at night,
I don’t sleep,
I awake to light,
I awake to light…….

When I sleep tight,
During the dark and scary night,
I imagine a fight,
Between light, the do-er of right,
And dark the one who starts the fight,
I see it grow fierce,
I see it go on,
But light now gets serious,
He grows furious,
Takes his dagger,
And there comes the tale ender!
The winner is the do-er of good,
And the loser darkness now is less rude,
But now I need to get some food,
For the alarm clock slapped me on the face,
Now begins a new day’s race!

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When Pen Strikes Paper

When a pen strikes paper,

Masterpieces are born and known for ever,

From a prince who changed those rude,

To Hamlet who for his revenge, firmly stood,

From the comedy of three piglets,

To the tragedies of Romeos and Juliets,

Each one teaches, hope is all you need,

To sow your dream’s seed,

And then to watch them turn real,

And see your deep wounds heal,

Once you have the hope you need,

Once you can confront the engulfing hate,

There is no nasty or cruel fate…

When a pen strikes paper,

Masterpieces are born and known forever!

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Hours To Dream

Hours To Dream


I stepped out of my bed,

With clumsy hair atop my head,

The sun rose, bright yellow and scorching red,

The birds would sing and sing and sing,

The fireball sparkled,

It illuminated my fragmented life,

The cold winter morning,

The sweet cherries on the table,

The fragrance of the bloomed roses,

The evergreen spirit of nature spoke,

“Dear ride your bike,

Or go on a hike,

Leave this stubborn life

And Admire me all you can,

You're lost but you shall be found!”

I was convinced,

I was spellbound,

I hopped on my bike,

I scheduled a hike,

All to admire the essence of life,

“But why so fast?”

I thought at last,

“The birds sing a sleepy song,

The sun, my dear night lamp,

Agreed with the flowers,

For I should now sleep for hours..”

Sorry I am mother nature,

But I have dreams to see,

Comfort to get,

And Hours to sleep before I wake,

And Hours to sleep before I wake.

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Lost In Woods To Find the Light

Lost In Woods To Find The Light

As night fell,

I was engulfed in tragic darkness,

Around me was but the black black void,

I was held captive, 

Ripped off my free will,

Robbed of my identity,

I was trapped in the woods,

Woods so dull dark and deep,

Not a single form of life to be seen,

Joy was kept at bay, 

Hope was in deep deep sleep,

And their I wallowed in despair,

In the cold, barren and dismal woods,

Nothing was everywhere, 

Matters not if you look left or right,

'Cause there was no sign of light,

The malice of haunted woods,

Continued in an endless loop,

But just as I had given it all up,

Just as I felt it was the end,

Out came the majestic sun,

And brought with it the shine of light,

Air of life and wilderness of might,

I was saved from the cells of the dark,

Set free and safe,

But to this day I still wonder,

Had I given it all up, 

Would I still be here?

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The True God

The True God

I exclaimed in astonishment,
There was secular agreement!?
All the folks,
Hindu, Muslim, Sikh, Gentile or Jew,
Christians and everyone,
They bowed before one god,
O’ bless us almighty lord,
Thou art the only hope,
Bless us before it is to late,
Bless us, bless us dear internet!

Save us from the site cookies,
End our suffering,
Accept our offering,
Increase our surfing speed,
Oh Lord bless us with a noble deed,
Bless us before it is to late,
Bless us, bless us dear internet!


“Save you I will!”
I am the key to knowledge,
I am the master of arts,
I am the source of inspiration,
I can end your starvation,
I am the answer of every question,
I am the means to the end,
Reality I can bend,
“Bless you I will”
“Bless you I will”

“Bless us he will,
By using our data for us,
By taking our passwords for us,
By leaking our data for us,
What use is such a god of,
Whose deeds are so gross?”
Said I,
Keeping my spirits high,
Keeping my Spirits High…..
“Hey, google, do my homework,
The net is important, this is no lie.!”