Colours

little of yellow green and orange
pinch of blue violet and pink
it could be red too..
colours that make your day
colours that you look around the shop all day
colours that tells you all the secret feelings

whirling and flying..colouring the sky
today we shall make a big picture that could fly high
just colours shall be our theme
it could be dark as the night sky or light as the cream

come on all of you,, 
throw some colours to ur mind's canvas
we shall paint beautiful ideas..
and then bring back all the colours mother nature lost because of us

Happy Holi   
 

Farewell To My Alma mateur

The time has come, forced smiles thorugh controlled tears,
untold wishes yet all are the same
every li'l thing here tells us,
It's time to say goodbye,to all the teachers,friends, and everyone present here.
Its times to bid farewell to a life we all want to rewind and relive- our school life.

"my school"

Could This be true, those little feets entering the classroom,
are now walking out of the gate....
Do we actually have to do this??? leave the school,teachers , friends everyone here and walk alone?
Wont we tremble and fall down with no one to hold us and give us support?
Fears give birth to thousand quests,
All these hearts beating fast,are holding fears,
as they are still trying to fight back the tears..
This separation,this goodbye, its going to Stay Forever....
That's why it pains alott....

This one last year each of us tried to make the most of everything,
Every moment of joy , fun , excitement..
We thrung ourselves into it, saying us all the time  "in this life,this one moment wont come back again..
and like everything , every happiness,every despair,every rainy day and every sunshine...These funfilled days..these oppurtunities... THIS too Shall Pass..."

And the calendar,the clock, this moment of silence that speaks more than words could explain...
they all say "Its Time to leave" ...
But before i say the most painful goodbye as we are not going to say  'Hi',
I wish to say to my teachers,
they have loved,cared and given us wholehearted support,more than our parents,
they have helped us discover our own self,
the real 'me' and made us all feel 'special'.....
with them around ,we always knew success is just another step away,
they turned our despair to hopes,our fears to our courage, our weakness to our strength,
I realise now, god sent you all teachers to us, so that we could learn , feel,discover and live this beautifully created world by almighty....

Memoirs of Life Left Behind

Few days are remaining and then we would lond for these 12 yrs to come back..but they wont
not everything that passes by..comes back to u again
This world of ours..our very own second home, and most favourite place where we spent 12yrs of our lyf
our scul,would become a memory in a span of just a few more days
my heart aches with pain and fear
really,do i actually have to leave this place and my friends all so close and dear?

i look at this gate i entered each day and a huge sigh comes out from within
this gate will remain here but i shall have to leave..
the building i see now in front of me,the kids playing everywhere,and the teachers getting ready for 7hrs of busy schedule..
a tear rolls down the cheek and i say to myself"h my scul, i will miss u..i wish i cud stay but its tym i move on..

then i paused and thought again..what are the things will i miss the most
and my mind began running the corridors of memories i had of my dear dear school ..
the big tall tree in the feild,still standing straight
the jumble gym the swing and slip which arent there around
the basketball court and the trees at the corners ..i will miss u all for my most colorful happy days around u
when we were kids ,we used to play so many games and this ground this tree stand as memoirs of our golden days where we always want to return..

the classroom with big and small benches,the windows viewing the feild
the chalk duster blackboard and charts hung all about
they hold a special fragrance the feel-good feeling hangs in air
and i lock this pictures in my heart to feel them in my heartbeat

the teachers who love us so dearly and taught us right and wrong
who caressed us more than parents do and became our friends
a smile on our face brightened their day and words of praise from them made us reach the nineth cloud..
i would miss my teachers..their jokes and advices..the love and punishments..
dearest teachers ..i want to stay back with u all

and last but not the least i would miss something alott
all my friends and classmates,
some of them are new to me, some have been there since the begining
while some of them are not here now
i would miss the moments we spent togethor
when we laughed togethor on a joke or played some naughty pranks,
and the moments when we enjoyed our days as a class and a bunch of friends
i would miss sohel's ritwik's and prasoon's mimicries
and their way to drive my sadness away from my heart
i would miss somnath's neverending effort to keep the class quiet
i would miss shagnik's exact mimicries of the plays and actors
i would miss Mira's song compositions and his velvet hairstyle
i would miss myself shouting in midst of class just to make everyone quiet and then the expression of ashi's face
i would miss the toffee distributions in the chemistry class and the unending chaos in maths period
i would miss searching siddhartha all over the class n finding him in girl's row...i would miss colling him gadha whenever n wherever i wanted to
i would miss my and ashi's written chats in the english period, and the view of all sleepy heads around
i would miss prasoon and my teamwork during the exam days
and the way sohel acted as prasad sir
i would miss the instant copy of sir's voice whenever ritwik speaks
i spent a life in this school
a life i wish i cud still have back.. but the sandclock is showing time is slipping fast..
the last two years  of my school life have loads of stories and lessons in store
i and ashi laughed and cried togethor and had the most wonderful days of our life togethor
through our madness we have trodded together,holding hands
and finally have reached those final moments togethor as a student of school- KENDRIYA VIDYALAYA O F DUM DUM
we wont play in this field anymore
nor will we come in morning assembly..
winter will come again..and chemistry class would be under the sun..
the prayer the pledge all will be here
but
we will be gone..

no..i cant bear this pain of separation..it will hurt a lot
outside the school gate..we will be gone in our own way
i cant stop these tears coz they want to say this too
i will miss being alive so vibrant and tension free in this premises of my second home
good bye to my alma mater... i wish to see u soon..

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