How to celebrate love day?

This my first poetry published in THE CHAMPA TREE :)

neha talwar tandon (talwarneha84@gmail.com) shared a post from THE CHAMPA TREE How to celebrate love day? by The Champa Tree We are not running behind schedule. It's just that TCT thinks every day is a love day. Besides, we wanted to capture a sweet little conversation about Valentine's Day between a mother and her child. Check out this really cute poem about V-Day and a confused child written by Neha Tandon from Neha-Novice! Mumma, What is Valentine’s Day? I am very confused, How to celebrate this day? Read more of this post The Champa Tree | February 27, 2015 at 1:03 am | Tags: Feeling loved, mother and child,poetry, Valentine's Day | Categories: Relationships | URL: http://wp.me/p50eOV-Cf Comment    See all comments    Like Change your email settings at Manage Notifications. Trouble clicking? Copy and paste this URL into your browser: http://thechampatree.in/2015/02/27/valentines-day/ Thanks for flying with  WordPress.com

Upbringing

Embedding values play a major role,

In upbringing a child with chore.

Parents are duty bound,

With perseverance all around.

Togetherness and ties,

Bring in all wise.

Encouragement to develop skills,

Can certainly uplift the child’s will.

Listening and expressing your thoughts,

Brings together everyone a lot.

Limits are to be taught,

So that the child is not lost.

Appreciation and rewards,

Are child’s greatest swards.

Teachers are included in the role,

Not to forget their crucial mode.

Politeness and manners,

Making them beautiful from soul.

Lastly in the end,

Character has to be established till the end.

Making your child bright,

Like a smiling flower in the sight.

Embedding values play a major role,

Please not forget your chore.

Character Counts!

Character, the most important form,

Should exist in every norm.

Whether a girl or a boy, it defines a self entity,

And is equally important for one’s personality.

It is simply a fleece of snow,

On which every mark will show.

Mirror shows reflection,

Character shows inner confliction.

Up bringing is a part,

To portray your own aspect and art.

Character, the most important form,

Should exist in every norm.

Election results came out to be very fair

Election, Election everywhere,

Results came out to be very fair.

AAP declares for its dream victory,

Whereas BJP is flattened by AAP’s majority.

Congress after ruling for more than a decade,

Wins zero seats as a fate.

Election, Election everywhere,

Results came out to be very fair.

Kejriwal was showered with flowers,

He takes oath to take Delhi afar.

BJP registered a nightmare,

Kiran Bedi lost the chair.

Election, Election everywhere,

Results came out to be very fair.

“We will always walk on the path of truth”,

Kejriwal said to the cheering youth.

Long have people waited for this,

Truth was levied with such bliss.

Election, Election everywhere,

Results came out to be very fair.

PM Modi congratulated the winner,

Assuring support in every sphere.

We wish luck to Kejriwal,

To set Delhi as an example for all.

Election, Election everywhere,
Results came out to be very fair.

Oh! My love, “When will you propose?”

There are thorns with a rose,

Oh! My love, “When will you propose?”

I don’t want a pink one,

It stands for appreciation.

Appreciation is always in your words,

I am happy with it’s only two thirds.

There are thorns with a rose,

Oh! My love, “When will you propose?”

I don’t want a yellow one,

We are already friends for a ton.

Friendship with you is happiness,

Which I will cherish with all my craziness.

There are thorns with a rose,

Oh! My love, “When will you propose?”

I don’t want a white one,

It’s for purity, peace and reverence.

All suggest us to keep peace,

But fights between us can’t be ceased.

There are thorns with a rose,

Oh! My love, “When will you propose?”

What I want is a ROSE,

Filled with poetic prose.

Oh! My love, “Give me a RED ROSE,

The day you propose.”

Happy ROSE Day!!

Wishes Forever

When we met,

And today when we are together, 

                 

Is a long journey of sheer hope and love.

Here hoping that,

This hand in hand journey,

Continues forever and ever.

Words have fallen short,

But would swear,

That by any circumstances,

Will always stand beside you.

And once again saying it to you:

“ May all your wishes come true,

In such a way,

That even the stars’ beam,

Fall short in front of you.”

HINGLISH, a very funny language

Hinglish is a very funny language,

It’s a club of English and Hindi sandwich.

I often get confused,

When both languages are fused.

Hinglish is a very funny language...

Everyone is ‘First Class’,

When ‘How are you?’ is asked.

‘Na’ has become a suffix,

This is quite a fix.

Hinglish is a very funny language...

‘Poor Joke” is a term,

Used only by us.

And ‘toh’ is the most poular,

Of its time to discuss.

Hinglish is a very funny language...

He is my ‘Sabse” best friend,

Hinglish is a ‘Sabse” funny blend.

‘Good Name’ doesn’t exist,

Atleast lets finish this mist.

Hinglish is a very funny language...

‘Boss” can be find everywhere,

From waiter to conductor to the person on chair.

Caught between the two,

Make a way with ‘Hinglish” flu.

Hinglish is a very funny language...

It’s a club of English and Hindi sandwich.

Life after Marriage

I had left my home,

My dear and known.

Entered a life,

Which was completely unknown.

With fear and dreams,

All together,

Not to mention,

The aim was to gather.

Not only love,

But care was up most.

Which I had seen,
In my parents the most.

To my surprise,

Which I had never thought,

With God’s grace,

I was given love with no cost.

After months,

Of my wedding today,

I feel happy,
And privilege to be a part of his today.

Spirit of Life

February 4th, is World Cancer Day. I salute to all cancer survivors, fighters and those who have lost their life to Cancer. Here is a poetry depicting the Spirit of Life and Bond of Friendship.

I woke up early today,

Because it was important.

To wish her the day,

Hoping she finds her gift significant.

Last night,

When clock struck twelve.

I hurriedly ran in the twilight,

To ask the stars for her longer survive.

She was under dejection,

With her life.

But her art never went under suppression,

Although it came out to be stronger and fine.

I held her hand,

Tight enough, not to let her go.

And kissed her band,

Which I had tied years ago.

Our friendship means a lot,

It is a strong bond of trust.

My prayers for her are on every dot,

We have built this relation from crust.

I wished her good day,

With wishes filled in my arms.

Hope she conquers the world someday,

And her lost smile arrives with a charm.

What is POETRY?

Music

Music in my ears,
Everytime, I wish to hear.
Touches my soul,
Deep down when it rolls.

Mystic Mountains

Down the stream rolls,

From the mystic mountains.

Reaching the plains,

Just like a troll.

Standing up high,

With my open arms.

Looking up there,

Wish could touch the sky.

I love creating both :)

Mother and her Child

A mother with her child,
Sometimes go wild.
Babbling of her baby,
Makes her go crazy.
Nurse, massage, bathe, clean,
And sing a lullaby, till she becomes lean.
She still manages to put a smile,
After all distress and mess up life.
Every day, she is eager to stay awake,
And do anything for his sake.
He is a new world to her,
And her love has no bound to swear.
But, yes sometimes they go wild,
A mother with her child.