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Big

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I wanna get big!
I wanna be big!!
I want- Ahh.... Really!
I shouted so loud.

Oh no!
Mom n Daddy asked. "What's the matter, son?
What's this screaming all about?

 

I wanna get BIG!
The Lord knows.
So I shouted-
And got a tight slap.

 

Many nights I chanted to sleep,
'I want to get big!'
But never asked elders the same
Question- about growing up.

 

I waited for time,
When not only me,
But the world would notice I've grown. 

 

"Yes! He stands tall on his feet.
Not just a boy in his mom's lap."
Woo-hoo! what a feat!

 

Small with words and actions,
I can make anyone today;
but an awkward unease binds me,
An affliction of many people my age.

 

Rewind our lives to the pint-size,
Huge 'Fs'- Felicity and Fortitude;
Reasons want to pull us back,
Many and me, want our bags packed.

 

Ya, I miss Mom calling me "Betu".
A hefty piggy bank of familial love;
The everyday games, Alas!
I don't recall when I played last!

 

Tom & Jerry, Pokemon, and Beyblade,
Like Ostwald and Veini,
My friends, the laughter, that craze.

 

Now friends aren't there all the time,
Those moments of terrific fun!
Now a bored, a useless grunt.

 

FB and WatsApp keep us paced,
Na, Na, it's not enough!
How long will apps reduce my loneliness?
Ouch! My eyes! They put 'em through stress!

 

Poet: Rishabh Raj

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Moronic Heart

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Oh, heart......

 

Are you a moron or what ??
Oh, heart… oh, my heart… oh my “beloved” heart,
Why force my life to a dead and slow bullock-cart?
You are my best friend as far as I know,
But where has that friendship gone,
My Dear?

Why not obey my words... To remember her?
Bringing back the happy-sorrow,
Alas! Of that girl?

 

Please, my mate! Please understand.
She was not a right choice my mate,
You tried so much
(Various attempts of coming closer).
But she never welcomed you
Always rejecting in one way, or another.

Oh Yes!
She never opened the gate of her heart.
You went further, finally proposed-
She went far trashing your heart.

 

I know it’s tough.
She being the one who impressed u-
Only one who overlooked,
Leaving your heart- squashed!

Ok, don’t pay attention to the lines above.
Coz now I talk to you, my readers-
Telling you her deadly; ruthless tale.

 

When she dissolved that precious moment,
Into tears of self-hate!
When she shouted, "See your face, you dumb!
Don't follow me- you don't match my status."
So ruthless! Wasn't she?
Tell me Oh! Readers,
Is love a balance sheet?
Or a carpet of sweet dreams?

 

I can feel your beat, O heart!
You are still alive- make it count.
Don’t be dead or inactive,
You are not lifeless.
Keeping her in you.
Please don't be hopeless,
Let that pain sprout new leaves-
Try, try and try until
You find the perfect one.

 

Don’t let yourself and ultimately me,
Die because of that heartless dream.
The girl who talks o status and not love,
How can she be of anyone?
But that of money rolls!
So don't be a moron, O heart!
Don't fret, dear moron!

 

 

Poet: Rishabh Raj

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Classmates

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I remember the first day of my new school,
Not willing to get ready for it and mom saying:
“Child plz be calm and cool,"
Crying no mummy no.
Fear of being alone all throughout the day,
Hahaha…. After a while;
All these fine efforts proved to be useless
As I finally found myself in that muddy bay……

                             
     But I was wrong.
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I was actually in the paradise,
Having a number of beautiful angels;
And handsome kings….a great combination!
As compared to a rainbow slice,
Woooo…. That made me  happy;
Feelings for that place too strongly,
Fascinatedly making so many friends in a short while,
God like teachers who motivated with their soft words;
As to how to cover infinitely long life's miles.

 

The first day over and as the days goes by,

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Shyness within me goes away saying bye,
No matter boy or a girl,
I only focus on the word “friend”,
For me going to school was not only to study then.
But also for fun, to learn from my buddies.
Destiny was in the another mood!
Ohh no!
A Single class broken-down into more than two.

 

 

And I starved for the happiness food,
Strong growing bonding converted into back bonding,
I was losing my friend’s heart to my heart binding……

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Lastly came the end day of heaven like place (Class 10),
Also, the time to observe all the angels,
Kings and my Gods face,
Whom I have to and want to
Carry along with me in my life's race;
But it’s tough for me;
Even a single one to get trace……
Saying “living alone; living alone”

 

 

To every schoolmate,
Has become a habit of mine,

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I pray to god to once again draw
That invisible joining line,
Starting from me and ending through them.

 

That huge tree of life;
I want to see it again…….
Ya, there were feelings of fights- of hatred too,
Woooo…. But the love of course never left!

 

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Word “Me” is missing (from others);
Hmmm…. that cannot be filled up (from my side),
As it has the word “friend” yup,
My school mates
Because without them, I’m nothing,
But a mere toothpick……

 

 

LOVE U FRIENDS

Poet: Rishabh Raj

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Editor's Note:
A young poet brings to us the beauty of growing up, making friends at school and then eventually the angst of leaving them after high school is over. Enjoy the beauty of this beautiful piece. Rishabh, you will remain in your friend's heart and they will have a rueful smile as they treasure, coz friendships last forever, even when we think they don't. Cheers!

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Big

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I wanna get big!
I wanna be big!!
I want- Ahh.... Really!
I shouted so loud.

 

Oh no!
Mom n Daddy asked. "What's the matter, son?
What's this screaming all about?

 

I wanna get BIG
The Lord knows.
So I shouted-
And got a tight slap.

 

Many nights I chanted to sleep,
'I want to get big!'
But never asked elders the same
Question- about growing up.

 

I waited for time,
When not only me,
But the world would notice I've grown.

"Yes! He stands tall on his feet.
Not just a boy in his mom's lap."
Woo-hoo! what a feat!

 

Small with words and actions,
I can make anyone today;
but an awkward unease binds me,
An affliction of many people my age.

 

Rewind our lives to the pint-size,
Huge 'Fs'- Felicity and Fortitude;
Reasons want to pull us back,
Many and me, want our bags packed.

 

Ya, I miss Mom calling me "Betu".
A hefty piggy bank of familial love;
The everyday games, Alas!
I don't recall when I played last!

 

Tom & Jerry, Pokemon, and Beyblade,
Like Ostwald and Veini,
My friends, the laughter, that craze.

 

Now friends aren't there all the time,
Those moments of terrific fun!
Now a bored, a useless grunt.

 

FB and WatsApp keep us paced,
Na, Na, it's not enough!
How long will apps reduce my loneliness?
Ouch! My eyes! They put 'em through stress!

 

 

Poet: Rishabh Raj

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DREAMS: Divinity Or Curse

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Marks; Marks; Marks......
Sometimes it seems;
so disturbing to me;
Exactly in the same way,
as I got disturbed by late night dog barks......

 

The question arises in my mind;
“Is getting good marks everything?
“Answer got by teachers and parents; “yes child......
Otherwise, you are nothing "......
Another question:
"Is there any place for talent?
"Answer:" we reject this question. Don't argue further. Please be silent!"
Is this behavior of our elders: wrong or right?
Absolutely no! And this forces me; versus them;
To have some scornful fight.
In school;
Teachers tell us to buy this book, that book,
But why not teach us, how to swim in our dream’s brook,

 

At home: if I try to do something to follow my dream,
Why slogan then repeats: “study, study, study!”
Ufff! That horrifying scream.

 

God gave me the right to live, do whatever I want to,
So why dear parents, there’s always a big no?
God sent me here to do something, some great things!

 

That the people could forget the remaining;
(Implies the special works done in the past),
But only the thing piercing in my soft dreams;
Giving me undesired pain,
Is the long, so long?
Infinitely long "study train!"
So I went to tell the parents that I want to live my dream;
“Can’t study anymore and can't fulfill your dream,
Of becoming an engineer or a doctor.”
They simply said:"ha! Ha! Ha. Shut up!!!
Then forget your dream too.
Go to a village, do farming, we will buy you a tractor.’

 

How can I reach my goal with these appreciating efforts from my parents?
This situation is the worst; without being dead; I am enjoying the hell's ride;

 

A lot of pressure is there on my mind,
I forget to smile, thoughts in action;
Phenomena of this kind.

 

Sometimes I think it is better to end the life,
As compared to do what I exactly don't want to do,
But I stop myself as arises the promise, I gave to my parents,
“Mommy, mommy; papa, papa- I will surely make u feel proud.
A pride swelling your hearts when you introduce me, “he’s my Child.”

 

Is study the only thing which can make someone special and superior,
Or is it the dream, its fulfillment can give a lifetime: a hurtful tenure.
Can it be possible to do things which I do not want; I seriously don't know,

 

Oh lord!
Why are my parents digging up; a hole for my heart a hopeless burrow,
I’m waiting for god's miracle;
till then my friends its “sorrow, sorrow and only sorrow ".

 

Message from the Poet:

I talked about the worst phase of my life, still an ongoing one; this particular; is the story of the young generation in India. I tried my best to convey a sound and important message to all parents; please let your child live life without interference. Because where there is a dream; there is definitely a smoking talent residing in his or her soul and if you gave them a chance; they will surely stand by their words......

There is one line "it is better to end the life"...... This line is nothing but a useless and foolish thing to say n act when I think about it twice, thrice or more.
So it's a prayer to all, do not think of these silly things... It's an urge......

Thank you..... Rishabh Raj

Editor's Note:-

Youth finds the challenges of life tough. They think parents are stopping them from living their dreams. A parent only tries to protect the offspring, whenever possible. Maybe it's time for parents to listen, understand and trust their child's choices and for children to be focused on their dreams but never forget that studying is as important as breathing. Education opens young minds to achieve their goals as it fills them with reason.

 

 

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Heartbreak: A Poem

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Poet: Rishabh Raj

 

The day I saw her;
I dissolved in her sea like “blue eyes”,
Felt; that for my “Ludo” game, like life;
I finally got the correct dice,
I cannot describe her beautiful face in words;
all I can say is; as glowing and charming as pure white milk,
…. I remember I gave something to her on birthday;
Yes! it was the chocolate named “ Dairy Milk Silk ”.

 

I was eager to see the conversion of The friendship bud;
Into the loveliest love bud,
Thankful to see The pretty flower growing:
A friendship becoming strong
Sharing my little thoughts and life issues with her,
Lots of dream of me and her, We love bird!
Finally deciding to share my feelings about her,
And she also agreed to serve a chilled ice for my hot love fever,
But something else was going on in her mind,
To use my love for her own pleasure; seeing me as a guy
Who in love ad gone completely blind,
She Talked to me, considered me everything whenever she was in need!
Otherwise the most unripe seed.

 

Her actions and ruthless behavior sometimes switched the tears on,
It was that kind of love that never led me to cheer upon,
Finally deciding to say about the mishappenings to her,
But Alas! She retreated into never,
Hmmmm…. she went away,
Didn’t even bother for a second about me and my job
[of helping her in every circumstance;
Friends Told me cruel tales about her???
Overall, it remained as a one-sided love,
Ya…. I thought that my life  was ECLIPSED;
But no; it remained as a parabolic curve,
Relation is worthy when love exists between the two,
Always equal in measurement; without any extra effort;
In the Machine of love, enhancement acts as a dynamo
What to do with this broken heart? I really didn’t know,
I Started chanting: “Help me out o’ lord to spread a shadow
A Black Cloud to Banish all sorrow”,

 

I was in a very pensive mood,
Questions bombarding my mind, all bad not good,
I found myself all alone and shattered,
But those feelings for her;
Not even a millimeter- got altered.

 

One night a message came in my name,
‘See yourself in mirror and have some shame,
And a para of inspiration….
For my critical situation:
“Love is beautiful but sometimes it is horrifying,
The girl who left you;
isn’t going to think whether her absence Left you living or dying,
So why are you still thinking of her?
Please go on to live your life, remembering her never,
Your world is not over;
because Life has a ‘one goes one comes’ rule.

 

Move on and try to get the right girl,
whom god has made for you,
Who will not give you sorrow but
always hold your hand and be in touch with your heart too,
And does everything in your Troubled life so as you to console ……..”

 

For me, this message proved to be a boon,
Now I can see some laughing gas in my heart- a deflated balloon,
I can now live my life as I did earlier,
At last, the fact exists; love is Responsible for one’s success and
Responsible too for Life’s Misses……

Message from this short story:

Love is something which when does not Happen; then it can’t happen but when It happens; it does enhance a special radiance and much more…
Yes, it is not easy to forget someone Whom u loved the most but why to do This type of stubborn thing of not forgetting him or her as it will not Let u get back him or her but give u grief, grief, and only grief ……..
So it is far far better to live life as U want to live; not governed by anyone Else and find someone else who do Understand the true meaning of love as Compared to your gone away love …….

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