Fine Composition.

retro turntable playing vinyl disc in living room

A fine composition,

Written in broken notes,

And was played on a keyboard.

The composition couldn’t be heard,

As the musicians moved on,

But the tune lived on forever,

Hidden in an old diary,

Beckoning to no one.

Not even a soul knew that existed until recently,

And when it was incorporated in a film music,

It was played as an ad-lib,

Gaining much popularity,

In the insides of the music world,

There was much hulaboo,

About who had composed the tune,

And when it was known,

The hitherto musician,

Got much larger gigs,

And success was with him.



A Picnic In A Garden.

A picnic in a garden,

Planned two days in advance,

Was full of merriness,

Enjoyment and glee.

The boys played cricket,

And the girls played badminton.

Sandwiches, potato chips,

Bread with mozzarella cheese,

Croissants and hot tea,

Was the picnic menu.

It left everyone bedazzled,

And with the sun being cool and the trees acting as a shade,

Everybody had a nice time.

The boys had most of the fun.

As they played four matches of cricket.

That was their fun day.



Big Claims.

Big claims of a boy,

That he had won a trophy in a contest,

Were pooh-poohed by all.

None believed his story.

The boy kept quiet,

As if,

One day he would prove his metal.


He did.

There was a sudden flurry in his school,

A large competition was to be held.

The boy won the first prize in that contest,

And when everyone congratulated him,

He received their appreciation with grace and dignity.

The trophy mentioned above was left back in his home town.

In his new school,

The boy has won four large trophy cups,

And he wishes to win many more.

We wish him all the best. Adios!


A New Boy.

A new boy in an old town,

Reached the sky,

To the very top,

Where he wanted to be.

Top doesn’t mean,

Earning millions and billions of money,

Or any currency.

Reaching the top means,

Achieving the best possible outcome,

For the deepest wish within.

The boy wanted to become a teacher,

And for four consecutive years he tried very hard,

And at last he got a chance to teach at the school where he wanted to.

The school wasn’t of any hot shot fame,

Most of the children were from poor families,

And the children loved his teachings.

And the local authorities used to sponsor them and they still do.

The “new boy” later on became the principal of that same school,

And that position he held for the rest of his life.



A Lost Pen.

A lost pen,

In a lukewarm economy,

Doesn’t affect anyone in the least.

People buy another pen.

Hardly anyone ever looks back.

If sentiments are associated with it,

Heart cries for the lost pen.

It feels as if one has lost an old friend.

After sometime,

A miracle happens,

When suddenly that lost pen is found,

And all happiness comes back,

And the jubilation of the heart, mind and soul is unlimited.

If the pen is truly dear to the one who has lost it,

Then that person will keep it with him or her for a day or two,

Like a secret which is to be kept a secret and is held covertly and is hidden from all.

A precious gem from your treasury was lost and you have found it back, that is the feeling that emanates from such happenings.

Be happy and do write with your old pen,

They are more valuable than hidden treasures.