MY SCHOOL FOLLIES

Schools and Colleges give us stories a plenty to talk about.

Here is a sincerely written, but fictional / insincere account of the life of a student - (meant to be pure fun) And he...he.., with profound apologies to Boyzone, this is tuned in line with their popular chart-topper "No matter what....". Do try a few lines (at your own risk of course)

MY SCHOOL FOLLIES

Here’s the story of my life,
For all the young and the old
I pour my heart out to you
Feel that this tale must be told

School never made me, feel well
Sick of hearing teacher yell,
Always wondered what, to tell,
Subjects were boring, as hell

Maths, Bio-chem, history, civics
Never did I get a fix
Don’t talk of French and Hindi,
I slipped and fell in physics

However much did I try,
Crunching lots of potato fry
English literature made me cry
And Geo left me high and dry

The Science teacher, asked a question,
What is Relativ-ity?
I said, we welcome relatives;
serve them tea n act witty

I got a whack on my face
Was dragged by collar to princi,
Fumed when he heard my classy, and
Walloped me in a frenzy

He frowned, he scowled, and gave me a kick,
Wherever he deemed fit,
And threw me out of the school,
Calling-me a fool n dimwit

I gave a glare standing out,
Cared too hoots, being thrown out
Best of the billionaires in the world
Were’nt they all school drop-outs?

I will become, a rich man
Will find many a colleague
Will slog to win over fatigue, my
Smart mind’ll put me in that league

But let all schools thrive and many a children
learn the ABCeeeeeeees......,
I don’t decry education,
Dont want them all at sea

Cheers
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LIGHTHOUSE? OR POWERHOUSE?

LIGHTHOUSE? OR POWERHOUSE?

Picture perfect, prim, prime, pure and potent it stands tall

Lightening dazzling blazing rays'll be shooting from its eyeball

Boats are steered; ships are guided, notwithstanding big or small

The Lighthouse, nay Powerhouse, springs to action every nightfall

Stationed at shore, straight, soothing and shrewd is its shine

Every captain, criminal or crook, cruise carefree drinking wine,

As this lovely light, shining bright, kills all fright, glitters white,

Strong and tight, sans spite, brings’em back to shoreline

Blinding beams beckon boats, boast of being kings of coast
Wild wide whimsical wayward waters of sea raise a toast
Glistening gleaming gloss in it, glows as ghost to scare (the seas) utmost
Rough n tough seas, huff n puff, escort the ship to home almost

Oceans all, be Pacific vast or vibrant violent Atlantic
Grudge, grumble, rumble but stumble, go crazy get seasick
Numb, drone deep down, dip and duck, but fail to kick
Glaring gaze of SUN of night, monitored their every trick

Ocean monsters growl under; stay hushed when they come ashore
Caught in slimy, slithery, slush they slip and slurp it going sore
Up there, their tails are tucked, scared for life, they feel sopor
Oh ho!!! The Lighthouse, nay Powerhouse, was the veritable Dinosaur of yore

(A COUNTERINTUITIVE THOUGHT)
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(pictures from internet)

TIME AND ITS NEXXXT MOMENT

TIME AND ITS NEXXXT MOMENT

A known stranger, my oldest companion
Resides in eternity, brewing potion potent

Oozes a mystic aroma, crafts all riddles of life
Time is thy name, it erupts every Nexxxt Moment

Celebrated and selfish, it has an enigmatic presence,
Casts a hard wallop, shocks the meek earthlings,
Life meanders undulates, every fleck of Time, but
Time rules the world, with no reason or rhyme

A grim-faced son, bemoans a doting ill father,
Whose life lumbers, awaiting just a sigh
An ecstatic mother hugs, coddles her new born, and
Whispers her gratitude, floating on a high

An eight little something, treasures a maple-leaf
and featherbeds it in her, fairly tales book
Devout galore praying, at a famed paradise shrine,
Yearning for the Lord’s, just a trifle look

The inscrutable Nexxxt Moment, descends unceasingly,
Garbed in infinite shapes, colours and shades,
Spews fire thunder, and shakes up the slumber,
Showers but bounties and bliss, in abounding number

The grim-faced son is blessed, as father ignites to life
A thunder but strikes the mother, and orphans the child
A whirlwind upsets the girl, deflowering her leaf
The devout all fall, a stampede ruins their belief

It is chaos bedlam, and delight in a conundrum,
Time flies brandishing, its sweet and sour wisdom
As humanity grapples, and weathers the momentum
Incessant Time conjures, to foment its next dictum

Hey Seeker, now relax, glimpse the silver-lining fine
Belief and strength for sure, will glow and shine
Thoughts will flare up howling, bursting out of bondage fence,
Good and bad Moments in Time, will vaporize in evanescence

Infinite past, Timeless future, a life of hundreds years is a speck amidst
Whence we came, where to go, how does one find the tryst
When finite it’s all still, wonder why life be snowed under fear,
Freedom inevitable is close, and lurking somewhere near

Watch out for the coming Nexxxt Moment, it could define your life,
I wish you a joyride to cloud nine, but rule out not an unruly strife
Questions remain aplenty, what will come Nexxxt? Why? and how?

Your best bet my dear, is to live life to its FULLEST NOW……………..

THISSSSSS very Moment, please don’t wait for the Nexxxt Moment

MOTHER DIVINE

MOTHER DIVINE

Tranquil and calm, draped in white, Oh Mother divine,

Seated majestic, idyllic, on the playful swan

Playing Veena, holding books and beads you glisten

In a riveting spectacle of celestial elegance and élan

From you, the Seed of seeds, blooms the sound
Pulsating in Space, your brilliance, renders all mute
Flowing Veena naad, taal Mridang and melody of flute
Splendorous music pours, from you, the divine root

Space vibrates, time stills, as planets and stars align
Blossoming buds, flowers, greet the morning sunshine
Mountains and sea bow to your shimmer and shine
Nature dances in tune, to your harmony divine

You the absolute power and knowledge supreme
You’re the goal that you goaded me to dream
You’ll guide the intellect, so I staunchly deem
Only with your power of love, do I swim upstream

Every thought, grain, pebble, of every letter is you,
You’re the speech, action, reaction and the result due
You the mind, intellect and the concept I pursue
You’re the heart and soul, your blessing has nothing in lieu

You are the words and grammar for sense
All sentences, conjunctions and the tense
You the drive, the passion and the thirst,
Any prayer, poetry, prose and all the rest

So Mother,

Should you just refrain, i'll never get a speck right,
It is my humble wish; please do get me to write
Bless me the morals, values for insight
Keep me modest, ever humble as a mite

Teach me to see life in its many a phase
Ups, downs, joys and sorrow all that i face
You tell me that its all but your infinite grace, and
i pray silently to remain (forever) in your loving embrace

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(PICTURE FROM INTERNET)