Dark Turns To Light

                                       

He woke up screaming for help, he had a nightmare, a nightmare that he had been having for long, coping up with his fears he finally got out of his bed. His forehead wet with sweat. Realizing that he was already late he started getting ready for school, after a while shouting came his mother, scolding him for he had woken his baby sister, with all the noise that he was making. Early morning scoldings aren't pleasant in fact  scoldings aren't pleasant at all! He was already late for school and ended up missing the bus. Crying on his bad luck, he walked to school. He didn't knew what destiny had got for him ahead! After being scolded by the teacher for being late in the class, he realized that he had forgotten to do his maths homework, which he ended up doing in his English class. "such a mismanaged lad he was!" thought his English teacher, and yes he got scolded again. "damn" he sighed and criticized god for such kind of day. He looked relieved when the recess bell rang, and had his food as quickly as he could and completed all his pending work. While returning home,  he was trying  to cope up with all his stress and tension and got to chill, then it started raining! All wet and dirty, he reached home and quickly dried his books. The room got dirty with his muddy shoes, which he had  forgotten to remove earlier. He cleaned the room  and got saved from getting another shot of scolding by his mom. Tired, he started doing his homework. When almost all the homework got complete, his pen leaked and all his efforts went in vain. He wanted to cry, shout, scream, and tear his notebook away, but he only took out a new page and did his work again. Hoping that all bad things were over now, he went out to play unaware of the prank his friends had planned for him. Looking for his friends he entered the park and started walking ahead, his friends secretly came running behind him. Just the moment that he realized that someone was behind him SPLASH! came all the water on his face,  his giggling friends didn't notice his "have had enough nonsense today face" and continued to laugh at him. Wet and angry he returned back home. His mother was able to read his face, so she ordered good food and made a tasty dessert for him. He got surprised when he saw that such a tasty treat was waiting for him. He happily had his food and went to sleep. Before sleeping he thanked God for a happy ending and prayed for a better tomorrow! 

Moral: Good thing about bad time is that it passes away!

Flashback 

                         by Pragati Khanna

It was unlike any place I'd ever been. So many people, rushing here and there, bumping into each other. Women chattering. Men with huge carry bags, rushing after their woman. Some irritated young ladies with their infant like children thinking that what a mistake it was to bring them here, warning them that they won't get anything that they desire to get if they don't obey them. Their kids bursting with curiosity pointing out attractive things. Old ladies talking about the prices of vegetables and fish in past, criticizing the seller. This was when I first visited the fish market. Under constant fear of getting lost I held my mother's finger tightly. Observing every salesman and the crowd there in the market, I already had a quick glance at the growing population of India, which I had heard my dad talk about the other day. I noticed my mother arguing with the fruit-seller over a ten rupee note, which to me appeared as a  rectangular sheet of paper which smelled like old socks. My mother's mood got spoiled because of that fruit-seller, so I didn't dare to irritate her. Out of the blues I felt a hand which pulled me and took me to the candy counter, and there came a sound of my daughter requesting me to buy her a new candy bar. 

I Love You, Mom

              By Pragati Khanna

You are always there when I call

Always there to pick me up when I fall

Always there to manage all

But I always forget to thank you

Thank you mom for whatever you do

Thank you for making it a home from a zoo

I have realized why you taunt

Only to tell me what I really want

Only to guide me to the right direction

I wonder why don't you show your affection

And today I write this poem to tell you that it hurts  when you speak with harshness in your voice

I just smile and walk away, I don't have a choice

I can't cry and make you feel worse

You still are the best thing in the universe

I'm writing this poem to tell you

I want you to love me like you really do.

My First Day of School

                                        by Pragati Khanna

My first day of school

Was very cool

Some things went wrong

But they made me strong

I saw new faces

They brought memories in traces

Of my old friends 

As they followed same trends

They came to me and tried to talk

And then we went for a long walk

I like them they are nice

They're happy and wise

Teachers here are friendly

But some might be deadly 

Last I would say

Trying not to be jay

East or West my school is the Best!

On The Result Day

                       By Pragati Khanna

On the result day

We pray for everything to be okay

Our expectations going high

Heading towards the sky

But, high expectations hurt

Cause in exams we know we've written dirt!

Our mothers anxious and worried

We know that if we don't score good we will be buried

Marks don't matter
But this isn't enough to flatter.

Do We Think About Those?

                                             

In the scorching hot summers of June

When we switch on our AC in the afternoon

Do we think about those 

Who don't even have fans in their homes?

On the cold winter day

When people wish to stay

In their blankets cosy and warm

Not wanting to take up any harm

Do we think about those

Who don't have windows to close

When the chilly wind blows?

In the merry spring fervour

When everyone is smelling the flower

Do we think about those

Who get the thorns but not the rose?

Run run run! The world is fast

Just a pause and you are lost

Earn earn earn! Be happy and glad

Don't care for the pitiable sad

Yes, its the language of the modern lad

This is the language of the modern lad!

In today's materialistically modern world people are busy running after materialistic possessions not caring about the underprivileged not giving a damn about how they live, the sense of humanity has disappeared, instead of '' just feeling bad'' or ''just pitying on them'' together we can make their conditions better. We should learn from nature, the art of balancing and equally distributing the resources among the people. As a gratitude towards nature, after we earn enough or more to fulfil our basic needs, as responsible humans of the world, the intellectuals should ensure equality amongst all and partiality amongst none.

In My Heart

                                      by Pragati Khanna

In my heart

Is the hidden pain

In my heart

Are the thoughts insane!

In my heart

Are the tears I cry

In my heart 

Is a feeling, I should try

In my heart

Is no regret

In my heart

No, I'm not upset

In my heart

Now the blood is all bad

In my heart

Oh, I'm not at all sad

In my heart

There's a dream, I see

In my heart

Its just you and me

In my heart

There's no fear 

In my heart

The stream of reason is clear

In my heart

Are a lot of things

And now my heart is having wings.

I Am a Fairy Tale

                                                                            By Pragati Khanna

I am a fairy tale

I am a fairy tale

I am the bright light

I am the nasty fight

I am the happy day

Which looks so merry and gay

I am the dark night

Where shadows fly in fright

I am the princess' doll

And look here she's giving me a call

I am the prince's horse

And here I come in with all my force 

I am the unsolved mystery

Everyone is trying to know my history

I am a fairy tale 

I am a fairy tale

Run The Paradise

                        by Pragati Khanna

I had a dream

While I walked down the stream

I want to rise

And run the paradise

I want to roar

As loud to reach not the mantle but the core

I want to roar more and more

I am on

And the fear has long gone

But as you move away

You watch me make my way

You watch me grow

And as I glow

In the sky

And As I fly high and high

You watch me fall

You watch me rise

And run the paradise

 My Idea of a Happy Life

Happiness is a state of mind in which a person feels that he is on the top of the world. Happiness can't be acquired by materialistic possessions. Many people confuse happiness with pleasure which is wrong. 

There was a time when people didn't know what money was, but spent their tension free life under the blanket of a sky full of stars, enjoying the god given bounties lying in the lap of nature, which now have not much significance for the modern tension ridden people.

But one should remember that money isn't sweet like honey...

Money is not sweet like honey

It may buy you Royal Benz

But can it buy you loyal friends?

People who dream money in a heap

Will it help them to buy some sleep?

It may buy petrol to travel miles

But can it by those lovely smiles?

It is of course not bad to endeavour to attain materialistic comforts, but to be materialistically minded is a bane.