Unicorns are Real!

एक दिन मुझे अजीब सा विचार आया , यदि विद्यालय में कोई अवकाश न होता तो क्या होता ? हर दिन मुँह धोकर हम स्कूल पहुंचते , एक दिन भी न होता जब हम देर से उठते। आँखों के निचे काले घेरे पड़ जाते , पढाई से थक कर हम किताबो पे ही सो जाते। दिवाली , होली , राखी में हम शाला में ही होते , क्या सब त्यौहार हम वही मनाते ? पढ़ाते - पढ़ाते हमारे शिक्षक परेशान हो जाते , छूटी की राह में सब मुस्कान खो जाते। गर्मी की छुट्टीयो का कोई इंतज़ार न करता , घूमने जाने का समय किसी के पास न होता। अच्छा हे यह सिर्फ सोच हे , हकीकत नहीं , अवकाश बहुत ज़रूरी हे , कोई विकल्प नहीं। - अनाया शेठ

  A place of despair, Devoid of hope, Always war-ridden - Physically or mentally. Have we finished it off? Is there still a ray of light? Darkness. More Darkness. A silent noise always lingers— One no one seems to hear. Yet everyone hears the cries, The echoing scream for help. Why? Why? Why? There are a million whys to answer. It’s your duty in life to resolve at least one. Do what you can. The world needs you.                                                                                           - ANAYA SHETH     

  In a bustling big city, there lived a small bird, Exquisite, rosy, but with eyes filled with the sorrows of the world. He feared this world unkind, Scared of us, the cruel mankind.   You see, the bird had witnessed that before, Many of its friends were captured, free no more, The little bird’s heart and soul belonged in the sky, And the thought of a cage made it cry.   It dreamt to touch the stars one day, But would it have the courage to fight? One day, the cruel men came, Trapping the bird, ignoring its pain.   The poor bird was now in a cage, Its eyes filled with tears and rage, Heartbroken, lost in this world unfair, A victim of humans who didn’t care.   This bird isn’t the only one,   there are many such in this world. How would we feel if trapped behind the doors? Caging for our pleasure—are we nothing more? -          ANAYA SHETH

  Crisp golden leaves touch the ground For the very first time Experiencing the moist soil and soft grass All year long, they have clung To their mother’s embrace   Now they stand independent Having bloomed in beauty through the passage of time And now it’s time to wither Even though they still feel like young ones They’ve made their mother look gorgeous   Always Now it’s time to leave her But what’s a tree without her leaves? Lonely. Like a writer without words A chef without food Like themselves It’s a season of change Nothing stays the same forever They’ve witnessed beauty, despair Is that all life has to offer? They wonder No, there’s much more And then there’s death.                                            ...

  Once a fox, so tall and proud, strutted by a tree Seeing big plump grapes dangling, he exclaimed’ Oh dear me!’ He jumped up high Just of the grapes shy He grumbled and tried again No height he did gain No such luck, I’m afraid ‘Oh why?’ he said ‘Those nasty troublesome grapes!’ ‘Never mind, I can’t waste my time giving them my gape They are probably sour anyway’ He stalked off, having had his say So my friends, you now realize Being not of enough size The fox went away grumpily Even though the juicy grapes were hanging on the tree What we can’t have or do We make excuses that aren’t true We believe we are invincible and the best But sometimes we fail when put to test So people, it’s time to let go of your ego The seeds of humbleness in your mind you must sow. -          ANAYA SHETH

  A ghost in silver armour, Hiding from the world, Moving stealthily across the walls, Looking for people to lure.   He creates worries and tension, Who could he be? A shadow of darkness and despair, Invisible yet never free.   Amidst the calm blue sea, Lurks this cunning shark. Silent, waiting to devour, Dragging you into the dark.   Escape from the prison of anxiety, Let joy takes its place. Defy this ghost, don’t let him stay, Take your power back and rise with grace.     -          Anaya Sheth

 Disclaimer:  This poem is purely fictional and it does not , in any way, reflect our parenting style. 😂😂 It’s hard to put thoughts on paper. Nobody understands that. But then They get a good ragging from their teacher About a bad piece of writing. Or a horribly written passage on ‘Punctuality’. Which is so boring, by the way. My parents always say ‘Do your homework and then go out to play’. They are the worst. ‘All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy’ Some wise scholar said. What if he wasn’t actually a wise scholar? But A boy suffering. A boy named Jack. Whose parents were just like mine. Why can’t they just understand? That writing, for me, is a snooze fest. Just imagine Roald Dahl. One of the most decorated authors. Yet He struggled in school.   His teachers. They called him a ‘Camel in his English’. Don’t teachers and parents get it? Football is just as important as Maths. Cricket as English. And Tennis a...

  ઘર આંગળે ના વૃક્ષ પર મેં જોયું એક પંખી નાનકડું , સુંદર , મજાનું હતું એ રંગબેરંગી   ખુબ જ અદભુત હતી એની આંખ પણ ન હતી એને એક પાંખ   આખો દિવસ કૂદાકૂદ કરતુ એ ડાળી ઉપર પરંતુ ઉડી ન શકતું અને પડતું જમીન પર   આંસુ આવી જતા એની નાની નાની આંખ માં માં એને વહાલ કરતી અને ખવડાવતી ચાંચ માં   હિમ્મત નહિ હારતું એ , પ્રયત્ન કરતુ દરરોજ એક દિવસ ગગન માં ઉડશે એવી હતી એની સોચ   કોને કહ્યું એક પાંખે ન ઉડાય ? તીવ્ર ઈચ્છા હોય તો કઈ પણ કરાય   એને સપના માં એક રાત જોયું પોતાને ઉડતું વિચાર્યું ' મારા સ્વપન ને હું ચોક્કસ કરીશ સાચું '   કોશિશ કરતા કરતા આવ્યો એ દિવસ ઉડ્યું એ આકાશ માં , જાણે ઉડે પતંગ   હાર નહિ માનવાનું મળ્યું એને ફળ ખુશી મળી ઉડવાની એને જીવન ભર .   -        અનાયા શેઠ  

      Dear teachers, you make us grow, The seeds of our education you lovingly sow, On your special day, I just want to say, THANK YOU!!! Thank you for your constant love, support, and guidance, With patience and kindness, you teach us months after months, You help us climb the stairs of success, And stop us from making a mess, You are the stars in the night sky, In darkness, you make our lives bright, We need you to inspire us always, To illuminate the paths in front of us, So dear teachers, I thank you again for all you do, One day is not enough to celebrate you!   -        ANAYA SHETH

  India, our beautiful motherland A place of unity and strength ‘Unity in Diversity’ is what it stands for Equality and the right to be unique, who could want more? Yes, we remain undivided ‘Togetherness’ is the word to be said But through bloody and teary fights between ourselves Our love is getting less and less We should always be there for each other After all, we are sisters and brothers So let’s end these needless fights And see each other in a whole new light Come together and take a pledge, Let us resolve to make our nation great! -ANAYA SHETH

  Two elephants big and small One was loved by all Kind and humble was she Far more than you or me With her friend she did share her food To no one was she rude All the others loved the gregarious she Except one rather sullen he He sat alone and quibbled all day He only had impolite things to say All the others neglected he                                                     All except that lovely she    He always scoffed and glared She always smiled and cared He often kicked and resented Jovial things she forever said Was it enough to transform he? Or did he just keep on loathing all and she? So, Mirror mirror on the wall Who was big and who was small? -     ...

  Creating pottery, hunting and farming In the Stone Age, I don’t think life would be very charming I would become the master of, well, nothing Roughing it would just not be my thing Roaming around with Hunter- gatherers would not be fun I much prefer sitting in the shade hiding from the scorching sun What would I do without pen and paper to write on? I would only have a few dusty rocks to carve on That’s why I think our life is a lap of luxury We are lazing on comfy sofas instead of climbing steep trees Would I survive the Stone Age?  I may break a bone [or maybe 206] and stomp off in a rage! -   ANAYA SHETH