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The Poetic Ink
Pot
Arthur Koestler once said that creativity is a type
of learning process where the pupil and the teacher
are located in the same individual. It is this process
that we endeavour to instill into each of our students.
Perhaps that is why creative expressions like these
add that special smile on our faces. We hereby share
Nimai Trivedi’s poetic inkpot where he dabbles
with the hues of Nature and Friendship…
Heaven On Earth
Lying down under the warm rays of the sun,
Feeling the tenderness and velvetiness of the sand,
The experience just being something else,
I thought that heaven had come on earth…
The appeal of the voice of seagulls’
melodies,
And the wave of the wings of the albatross,
Listening to the wind rustling its way past the leaves,
I thought that heaven had come on earth…
The monstrous coconuts’ attenuation
from the trees,
The petite tadpoles mingling among themselves,
The indistinct moving of time,
I thought that heaven had come on earth…So I decided
to ask God that what is the need to come up there?
When I am already in here??
Friends Forgotten
There were times when we used to
hoot and fool around together.
There were times when the teacher shooed us away because
of our blare
We were each other’s inspiration to attend bio lecture
We were each other’s only care.
There were times when we used to battle
and quarrel just ‘cause you liked
a footballer and I objected
Where are those days, the reminiscences and the hilarity
we shared?
Where are those days of uninterrupted PlayStation we
gamed?
What has happened to the great acquaintance we shared?
Aren’t you still my killer friend?
Aren’t you still the misfit that dared?
The back-bencher who could not cross over to the front
slab?
The lad who broke the weighing machine in the Physics
lab?
Aren’t you still the boy who…(let me not make
this list a drab)
Can’t those days come back?
Where have you been man?
Come back, come back…
Every night when I sleep, nostalgia
grips me,
Of pleasure ploys when we were toddlers, you and me.
They say we are ‘Friends Forgotten’,
Can’t we make it ‘Friends Remembered’
instead?
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