CHEMISTRY OF LIFE

There is an exothermic reaction,
Which one once heated does’nt require,
Because it emits much energy,
To carry on reaction fine and neat..

Same way,in your life,
When you are once boosted by your elders,
You carry on your life on your own,
And keep building wonders..

There is a displacement reaction,
Where the strong element displaces the weaker..

Similarly , many forces will come in your life,
To displace you from your family,
But you have to remain strong like potassium,
And continue your life boldly and truly..

Don’t make relationships like the co-valent bond,
Which breaks up easily,
But like the strong electrovalent bond,
And live your life………..

Tthere is a reaction between acid and base,
To form salt and water,combine your worries and happiness,
And about past and future,you don’t even bother..

Electroplating is a process,
In which the inferior metal is plated by the superior metal,
Same way electroplate your inferiority,
And superiorly lead your life – settled..

In your life you should,
Undergo substitution and addition reactions,
Because this will help you in your life,
To substitute the bad and add good habits and actions..

Lastly remember human body,
Is solid but sublime,
With the body are burnt all acts,
Whether noble or crime..

The lullaby of mother

The lullaby of mother
He loved his mother,
His mother loved him,
Their love was huge,
And full till the rim.

One lullaby of his mother,
Had touched his heart,
Even in his pram,
He learnt half of its part.

The lullaby stated:-
“The child is the gift of god,
So the mother is the wrapper,
Their love in between ties their bond.”

It continued:-
“Neither the mother can live without the child,
And if a child loses his mother,
he would go wild.

The mother feeds a child,
From her breast,
She works and works for him,
Devoid of any rest.

But the child grows,
Is swayed by his wife,
Overlooks and abuses,
The one who saved his life.

So my child,
I believe in you,
You would love me,
Even if I go blue.

The child grew and loved the song,
He understood it and respected it as a hymn,
But in the war of weapons,
The child lost his mother and the mother lost him.

The boy became a man,
And excelled in melody,
And he married his darling,
Lass in tunic.

He went for his concert,
Signing many autographs,
He was accompanied by his lad,
And his own better half.

He made a mistake,
A mistake too crucial,
He forgot his song,
On seeing a feminine beggar in wrinkles.

He sang the hymn,
A hymn that he loved,
He received a loud shout approval,
And the beggar he hugged.

When their bodies touched,
He realized that the beggar was none other,
Than his parted soul,
His mother.

Then suddenly stopped,
The heart beat he felt,
He gave a cry,
And his icy eyes started to melt.

He removed his hat,
The hat made of leather,
A fierce storm,
Was the sign of weather.

He was returning,
Returning after bidding adieu to his mother in tears,
He was caught in storm,
And he met what mortal humans most fear.

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THE GRAVEYARD

above the dead earth,
dead flowers were spread,
below the dead earth,
lived the dead.

the residents of this graveyard,
once lived above the earth,
but their souls divorced their bodies,
and went away for rebirth.

with a heart a heart that did not beat,
with a mind which did not worry,
after certain rituals,
beneath the earth they were buried.

under the earth,
they could see the roots,
of the trees and plants,
of which they ate fruits.

they could hear the voice,
of cars they once used,
and they could smell,
all their favourite perfumes.

the nature they used to enjoy,
was restricted to the ugly brown mud,
and the flowers they enjoyed blooming,
sent down only their dead buds.

in the breezy nights,
they couldnt see any moon,
they thought the sun was dead,
even in the sharp noon.

they were sad,
and thought they were the most diseased,
because they couldnt enjoy,
the world's fantasies.

but they realised very soon,
that their comfort had no measure,
only because they all lacked,
the poisoning world's pleasure.

on all the living earthlings,
then they had a pity,
because all the alive humans,
possesed nothing but worry.

AKUL SHARMA

YOU WERE NOT BORN TO........

……You were born not to gather shame,
But to gain name and fame
You were born not to fail and cry,
But to try, try and try
You were born not to be afraid of leaking of your secrets,
But to get the highest peak set
You were not born to be barred by rain,
But to try and climb the most rough terrain
You were born not to be afraid of death,
But to work until your last breath
Akul Sharma

QUESTION

In the day I think,
In the night I sink into my bed,
And then my face goes red.
The day goes hopeless,
And the nights are sleepless,
The sky seems red,
While the rose seems blue,
The question in my mind,
Would confuse even you.
Ask this to a girl,
A tear would roll down her cheek,
Ask this to a boy,
He wouldn’t be able to speak.
This question is a mystery,
Which surely was asked in history,
It might have melted the hearts of,
The emotionless kings,
and stunned the lovely bird which sings.
This is a question which almost kills the heavy elephant and the tiny bee,
The question if asked from ur loved ones :-
CAN YOU LIVE WITHOT ME?

SEASONS OF INDIA

The season is summer,
When you want to touch the floor,
it is the season which would open,
all windows and doors.

This season is of mango,
The king of all fruits,
The clothes become lose and thin,
After the winter’s tight heavy suits.

With the sun overhead,
The rich under their cooler’s angrily lay,
But the poor under their straw huts,
Remain happy and gay.

After three months of scorching sun,
Comes the mild autumn,
The leaves begin to fall,
And drunkards open their rum.

There are no more ripe mangoes,
And the clothes become full sleeved shirts,
And the brown leaves over earth,
Seems like flowers on the graves of the hurt.

The sun is not exactly overhead,
And the coolers have no use,
“we would soon have to come out,”
warmers are of the view .

then comes the winter,
the season of ‘ice’,
everyone wants to hibernate,
whether human or mice.

The angry warmers are taken out,
And disinfected under the sun,
“Wear your pullover throughout”,
mom tells her teenage son.

The sun becomes horizontal,
And there are no mangoes to eat,
The farmers make preparation,
For the cultivation of wheat.

Then comes the spring,
The best season of all,
The flowers bloom,
And the insects begin to crawl.

The ice melts,
Sun proves its existence,
But the alternate hot and cold whether,
Weakens the body’s resistance.

The cities become orchards,
The country looks like a painted scenery,
The roads are beautiful,
And my India is full of greenery.

THE MONK

There was a great monk,
Whose followers consisted a whole nation,
But every day in his place,
there developed a deep situation..

“Where is God??”, asked one,
“Yes, show us God!!”,
said another follower,
and he was followed by everyone’s nod..

Tired the monk, sat one day,
With his god he had a talk,
“Help me oh! God!!”,
exclaimed the monk..

God told told him,
What to do,
To satisfy the thirst,
Of his followers’s long queue..

Next day what his followers heard,
They couldn’t believe,
Because they were going to see,
What they wanted to see..

They were going to see ,
The master of all spirits,
They were going to see the one,
The world lies under whose belt..

The mink told he has trapped God,
And kept him in cage,
And he told them,
To keep discipline and control in their rage,,

When they entered the temple,
The cage had nothing but a body’s bleeding part,
When they neared the cage,
It was a heart..

Surprised, the monks saw each other,
But they remembered of the page,


The page read “ I did this!”
“I did this because my God told me,
I did this to show you,
What you wanted to see”

“God is nowhere else,
but in my heart’
and not only in mine,
he is in everyone’s heart..”

the monks stood there,
all satisfied,
Our master was great,
They all cried!!..