Suruma Writes On...

 I am studying in a CBSE school.  Last year onwards we started having the new method of teaching-CCE method-Continuous and Comprehensive Evaluation.This is a method of teaching giving  importance to projects and other extra curricular activities.      In our school we have a CCE period. Different teachers take different subjects like maths,science,home science,music,art,dramatics,quiz and so on and so forth.In my class the CCE subject was maths.We all thought it will be a really boring one and we couldn't imagine!The first CCE starting with maths!What a dreadful thing,we thought. But it was really interesting.We learnt about the Napiers bones system of  multiplication,pascals triangle and a wonderful maths puzzle.We were rather competitive in doing these problems but this added colour to our first CCE.     Our next one was craft in which we were asked to make a beautiful flower and any other craft items also.My flower was O...

I woke up one morning Dreamt,rather day dreamt, About my world, Flourishing,nourishing, progressing. From the tip of the sunset Of Kanyakumari, To the beautiful heaven Of Kashmir,I behold a vision….. Let the immortal robusted faces  Of  hatred and corruption, Vanish through the seas, Into the depth of the oceans; Where it settles, Dies  and decays, Forming debris ,that does  No  harm to our race! I wish we live as one, Love as one For we are nothing  But  specks of dust God created With the snakes,dragons and spiders Around the Universe. And then ,this world, Brutally altered by us Could be brought back With the hope of a better world! Precisely,HEAL THE WORLD,and Make it a worthy place to live on!

LAYING myself down on the moist sand My vision persisted, My views stretched, Widened and elongated, The bounds of my mind farthened, Towards the sublime, The vast , the endless- The sea. The divinity engulfed me, Embraced me; for all I know I had been in captivity, By the vast  blue sheath  around me- The sea! I could see the endless waves, Dancing on its way, Dancing like a musical  fountain, Chittering and chattering, With the blue sky, Waving at the coloufrul birds, And colourful kites well above; The sea! The boats, enormous and tiny , Struggling to keep up With the gushing waves, Combing the waters for treasure troves of food, The crabs toddling and limping, Side by side, Wriggling and quibbling, Into their tiny homes. The kids were jumping, Laughing and playing, Flip-flopping on the sand,barefoot Swimming against the waves,goggle-less! The hue of their heart’s desire, Bursting into radian...

When exactly did I start Noticing the beautiful world around me The trees , the plants, The flowers The sky the moon  And Oh! the stars! Those twinkling little buddies Used to wink at me From high above Their faces wide with a heavenly smile Those belles The stars! They gripped my heart, They enveloped me, I felt as if I had , A hundred thousands with me; The stars But …,I saw a few of them, Down ,down on the earth, On  the streets,at homes, With people,as humans, I saw those stars! They did not have fair skin, Nor did they have blue eyes, But yet ,really beautiful… Their pure heart! They had the heart, The heart to care, The heart to love, The heart to share pain The heart with concern and compassion. Lending their helping hand To a forlorn brother; Bringing back the smile In atleast a face; Inspiring  a heavy lot, And make them take heart again. They may not be found in pictures Of...

C lad around in a white cloth, Clinging on to a clumsy stick, Walking briskly up and down, All through the lanes of India, Through the congested lives of people, Through their dwellings and struggles, Travels that old man  of my dreams! With the shimmer of his bald head, The reflection of his round glasses, And the radiance of his long sandals, Voyages  that hero of mine, Through the chambers of my heart!   Not a sign of tumultuous behavior. With tolerance as wide as firmament, All moves in tranquility , All moves acutely, He enraptured the crowds of India, He revived the future of India, That half naked fakir! The man of my dreams! My hero!  

What do I  jot down on the diary,  in which , I am scribbling without end? I think of something… um… But no! That ain’t good enough! Oh! my brain Why don’t you think of something for me, To write down,on these blank pages With my blue inked ,pink pen! There is nothing coming to my  mind I start imagining of  malicious forests,  Soaring kites, pillows, willows…. Finally turning back to square one with a big cross ink smash! My brains haven’t had Enough of a feast. It has been munched up By  something terrible! Something stupid! Work for me,Mr.Brain, For I am your owner Talk to me ; Converse, converse, converse And  finally , There is something worthy I can boast about Alas! I’ve  written down Something on this Otherwise blank paper; I know why it had been cross with me. Well I know why it was reluctant to my pleas. For in me ,my brain is the owner And me – its acting tool!