World as perceived by a teenager

THE WORLD AS I SEE IT

Scurrying by, to and fro,
Nowhere yet everywhere we must go.
Not looking at the world around,
No music emanating from the harsh sound.
A cacophony of sorts-pinching the mind,
Life has been thrown into a vicious grind.
We know not our destination,
But want to race-procrastination.
The paths wind,unwind, twist and twirl,
The folds of life silently unfurl.
But we are too busy to watch,
All the moments-the awesome feats we notch.
“I’m a loser” some keep saying,
Without their potential, weighing.
“I’m a matchless genius” some quip,
Beware! Putting on airs can rip:

Your destiny and course of life,
To give way to hunger and ceaseless strife.
Slow and steady yet sharp and smart,
Slowly move the spokes of the wheel of life’s cart.
So must we,stride to stride,
Not letting there appear a gap so wide;
That we cannot come through,

Our nightmares become true.
Ah! Let that fateful moment never arrive,

Let us, for prosperity, strive.
Running for jobs-here and there,
Unanswered- who?when?where?
Helter-skelter,rolling along,
A drab scruffy sound-no music, no song.
A sigh of relief-not allowed,
Only the bustle and flurry-long and loud!
The sand rising with tapping feet,
Not for tap dance or a treat;
But to trample on others who dare to rise,
Who dare to deny ill-gotten prize.
Heedless rush to win, God knows what!
Just toil,rush,toil and rot.
The calmness of the breeze,
The ice and cold freeze.
The meandering streams,
The glow and glitter of sunbeams.
The aroma of damp clay,
So much to savour- and we simply flay.
Think of life-clear and sweet,
A smiling charm for you to greet.
Think of a mind-cool and simple,
Who cares for warts or a pimple!
Think of nothing to worry about,
Think of being friendly with all the rout.
Think, for once, just think…
Let the thought, in your mind sink.
Think… think of you,me and the Earth,
Think of joy,sorrow,gloom or mirth.
Shake and stir that brain of yours,
Think of life, fiction or folklore.
Once you think enough, you’ll simply stare,
And you will have found answers to-who?when?where?

-Anujaya Krishna

( I am a proud grandfather of this sweet teenager)

What is that we value?

My son Rohit sent me this poem-

SMART

My dad gave me one dollar bill, 'Cause I'm his smartest son,
And I swapped it for two shiny quarters, 'Cause two is more than one!

And then i took the quarters And traded them to Lou For three dimes

i guess he don't know that three is m0re than two!

Just them, along came old blind Bates And just 'cause he can't see

He gave me four nickels for my three dimes, And four is more than three!

And i took the nickels to Hiram Coombs Down at the seed-feed store, and the fool gave me five pennies for them,

And five is more than four!

And then i went and showed my dad, and he go red in the cheeks And closed his eyes and shook his head- Too proud of me to speak!

-Shel Silverstein

Life as a Basketball Game

My LTL friend Ishita Garg sent me her poem,which is so motivating and hence took her permission to post on blog-

"There is a basket, my ball has to reach.
No matter how high ,it is in the sky
Every time ,when I attempt to score
I throw the ball ,with a mighty force
The ball hits the ring, and falls back again.
And I am left to try, and do the same again
The basket in the sky, sways and swings
As if teasing me ,of the blowing wind
I smile at it ,and ask her to wait
The next time I come ,she will have her bait
The next day ,I was back
With a steady mind ,ready to attack
I gave her my salute ,before I could start
And then after gathering ,all my power
I shot the ball ,up in the air
And saw it ,reach there
There in the basket ,I had made the score
With nothing left ,but happiness to store......"

Children live in present

Am following a blog "etc." on parenting. In the recent post the author has described how a 4yr old child meets a stranger child in a park and then play together on their own. The post talked of adults inculcating this quality of children of becoming friendly with people in first meeting.

Was thinking as to why adults find it difficult, which children do so easily?

Some reasons, which came to my mind are-
-We as adults keep losing our selflessness ,which was readily available with us in childhood
-Adults live in past mostly having regrets for things not done or worry about uncertainties of future. Children live in the present moment and so are always happier, friendly and cheerful.
- Adults generally remember,what they should forget and forget, what they should remember.Thus building new relationships and maintaining existing relationships is not easy for them. Children are outgoing and value love so find it easy to build new relationships .They also forget and forgive easily and thus are able to maintain existing relationships.

Each one of us has a child in our hearts and we have to be in touch with him to be childlike.

Life as seen by a young poetess

My co-facilitator of children workshops and herself a teenager Neha pens down her thoughts on Life-

Life is about journeys......... Paths you might have never tread

Life is about failures & victories which before, you've never had

Life is but a mosaic of emotions Some felt, some hidden deep down below.

Life is like the blues of water, Deep at times , & at times....shallow!

Life is but a flamboyance of subtle times, Some nostalgic & others most cherishing remembrances.

Life is but like the beautiful hues of rainbow With the vigor of pastels & quiet of white traces.

Life is like a dream in deep slumber, Kaleidoscope of belongings & heart's desires....

Life is like the love of the fair maiden, with the soothe of ice & passion of fire