Holi

Hey my bloggies! This one...doesn't really make sense...I know! But it was my first attempt ever to write a poem....When i was in third! Thanks to Mohit(Narula) ...who explained me what a poem is...and how is it writen...Poetry forms an integral part of my life now!! Thanks a lot Mohit for giving me this gift!!

Holi is the festival of colours,

It makes happy each other.

It comes once in a year,

Between winters and summers.

We buy new dresses

and get a few blesses.

We buy water balloon and spray

And start looking for friends to play.

February 2000

Changing Expressions

I see the portrait of a woman,

Hung on the wall of my room.

I tell her-I helped somebody today

And she, to my surprise, smiles.

I see the portrait of the woman,

Hung on the wall of my room.

I tell her-I was mean today

And she, unsurprisingly, puts forth an angry face.

I see the portrait of the woman,

Hung on the wall of my room.

I gaze and I tell her how pretty is she.

She blushes like a strawberry.

The portrait hung on the wall

Of my room gazes at me-

Every day. It doesn’t tell me anything.

Unless I stop by to share my account.

I see the portrait of the woman,

Hung on the wall of my room.

She tells me she is not comfortable.

I don’t react. I have no time. She is just an image.

I see the portrait of the woman,

Hung on the wall of my room.

I tell her-I am really happy today.

I tell her again-I am happy today.

Ashima Madan

24^th September 2008

MY WORLD

Before I was born, I was

Joint with my mother.

She nourished me and conveyed me

To the world

I thought it was my world

Then I was born, and I

Found that I was in the hands

Of my father.

He kissed me like I was his treasure.

I thought it was my world.

Then I realised I had a brother too

When he often came and sat by me

Tickled tricked tilled and tripped me.

I thought it was my world.

Soon after I met my grandparents,

My uncles, my aunts, and their

Sons and their daughters

It was my family.

I thought it was my world.

Then there were family friends,

Neighbours and many more

As well

Whom I started to count in

My world

It was big, but small

I thought it was my world.

Then I went to school.

Initially it was the alien planet I had arrived on.

Eventually I begun to realise that it was a part of my existence

Then I thought it was my world.

One day I made friends

I was glad god made them

Shared my sorrows and saw them divide

Shared my happiness and saw it multiply

And I thought it was my world.

I saw the reflection of myself

Shining in the mirror;

Extending the hand of friendship

And I befriended myself.

Now, I am my world.-small but big.

13.12.07

The Person I Idolise....

Okkay...This was my speech for an English oral test....And i advice my brother to not to faint after reading this!! haha

Some people worship the idols of their gods and goddesses. Others follow their idols’ path. Some consider their favorite celebrity to be their role models. But the person, whom I idolize, is none of these. He is not god. He is not a celebrity. He is not even somebody whom you may consider to be perfect. Maybe that is why I idolize him. For the simplicity he holds. He is my brother. Even though he is simple, but the relationship that we share, is very complex for anybody including us to understand. Those who know me know that I hate him and would least expect me to idolize him. But that is true. He is my icon in the true sense.

Since the very beginning, I have been imitating him. From the behavior, to the posture. From habits, to the choices. From academic scores, to philosophies. Knowingly or unknowingly, I have tried my best to be like him.