The Dance Of Innocence

It makes me laugh like flowers in the field………..

It makes me cheer like a fish in flow…………….

It makes me spin, round as globe…

It makes me jump, as high as heavens……

It makes me glow, as bright as a star…..

It makes me merry as if a Christmas tree……

It makes my heart

As beautiful as rain

I stretch my hand

In aid of happiness

In the shadow of sun

In the drought of oceans….

I dance, I dance

As blissfully as a butterfly

Fiercely…and fiercely my heart now beats

Joyously…and joyously my heart gets healed

By Ashima Madan

17^th may ’06

(This is one of my personal favorites!! )

Don’t Stop Me

Hey people, this is not really a piece of literature, but it really describes me....and would strike a chord with most of you! hope you enjoy!

Don’t stop me, Let me speak,

It’s my view.

Don’t stop me, Let me breathe,

It’s my freedom.

Don’t stop me, Let me fly,

It’s my sky.

Don’t stop me, Let me cross,

It’s my ocean.

Don’t stop me, Let me dream,

It’s my world.

Don’t stop me, Let me live,

It’s my life.

By Ashima Madan

17/3/06

The Family Business

“Mom!” shouted Julie,

As she called for help, ambulance & police.

“There’s a fire at next door it seems,

I can smell it & see the beams.”

“Good job darling.” exclaimed Mrs. Erickson carefree.

“Your senses’ work would pay,

As it might get our family prosperity & gay.

Tell father, grandmother, grandfather & everyone who comes in way,

That for saving their house, we would get presents, gifts, chocolates & pay.”

“Say father: would we be going out tonight?

Visiting malls & having dinner with lights?”

“Yes sweetie. We’ll change our mood.

And have excellent food.

For you two have forgotten in your dreams & ease,

That there were cookies being made

& lightening being done

For the Christmas Eve.

By Ashima Madan

‘05

FRIENDS FOREVER----IN GOOD TIMES AND IN BAD TIMES

“Your friends are the ones who are with you in your GOOD AND BAD TIMES.” We all have heard of this quote zillion numbers of times. If someone really cares for you then s/he must escort you through your toughest of times. This is what we inferred from it. But it seems to be saying something else now. Is it just me? Or everybody feels the difference? Let’s see.

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Arya and Lavanya are classmates.

One day Arya didn’t attend school. Worried Lavanya, called her up as soon as she went back home. Arya was ill it turned out. She was expected to take an off for next one week. Exams were approaching. Dutifully and religiously, Lavanya took worksheets for her, took out her time and got all the work photocopied for Arya. How sweet! Isn’t it? Just like BFF (Best friends forever)!!

When Arya joined school again, she was able to pick up very soon. Thanks to the help she received from Lavanya. Exams were like a trip to moon. Both of them did really well. And just like every other story book ends with the result, so would ours. The results were in favour of Arya. She got the first rank, where as Lavanya got the second. Seeing this, the seeds of jealousy sprouted in Lavanya’s mind. Arya wouldn’t have been able to make it without Lavanya’s help. That was for sure. And this is what maybe even Lavanya thinks.
They are not close enough to bear the heavy tag of ‘FRIENDS’.

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So peeps, don’t you think it’s equally important for two friends to be with each other in their happiest of the times? To share their joys and saw them multiply? In fact, even acquaintances come to support you in your bad times. But the ones who grip with you in your achievements, your accomplishments, and your happiness........and consider it their own......are actually the ones who deserve to be your “FRIENDS”
I reinforce that “Your friends are the ones who are with you in your GOOD AND BAD TIMES.” The only difference is that I pay more stress on “GOOD TIMES”.


Signing off
:)}
Ashima!

Born 2 Die

Am I born to die?

Just like million others?

Or am I supposed to discover

My strengths and achieve….

But what shall I achieve?

How shall I come to know?

Whether I am born because I am special?

Or just born to die?

Today, everyone is special

But I am not.

So doesn’t that mean, that I am unique

Thus special?

I am scared, a little too much

Of the prediction made by some coward

But I don’t believe in astrology.

So why should I care?

I don’t know why

But I still fear

He said I won’t be able to be as successful as others

But I must be optimistic

Believe in my self and know

That I won’t be as successful as others

But only when it comes to failing

I don’t want to in fact

But life fails me many a times.

To cross hurdles and yet smile

Is what is called as dear life.

A life for which we all struggle

But at the end, end has to begin

And a beginning has to come to an end.

But why is it so

That I want to die

Only after doing something worthy

Worthy such that I can show

My face to lord

And tell him “Look! I am back

I have done what you asked me to.”

And thank him for making me

Special

For I m not born to die.

But born because I am special!!