Woman of Today

Woman is a power substance,

But is there any acceptance.

We talk of equality and equal opportunity,

But isn’t she still a lost identity.

Has used her voice,

Dreamt and pursued to her virtue,

To achieve some value.

Worthiness is still on its way,

Some have accepted the ray.

Priorities are meant only for her,

Yet to find a way to achieve her soar.

Home is her heart,

But what about her inner dart.

She wants to be known,

But not as a mere home unknown.

Her eyes are looking for some support,

To put a firm foothold.

Give her this little,

And get in return a little more,

In the form of love and care,

And lots of dreams to share.

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.

Love Story

I was there, sitting high,

At a bar, in a resort and was touching sky.

Sky had become my limit,

But deep down, I was lonely and timid.

Noon, that day was sunny and bright,

Unlike my dreams, that had become out of sight.

With a blow of smoke out of my mouth,

I turned around to be shocked and rout.

‘Was she the same?’ my heart did a question,

‘Yes’ or ‘No’ didn’t matter, nor did any suggestion.

The smoke spread between our faces,

It was more like the past revolving cases.

I was stuck, my eyes wide open,

She was numb and our heart had revolving oceans.

Again the words were missing,

But our empathy was touching.

She was on the verge of leaving,

                                                      And my heart was not so giving.                           

Her eyes for the first time were on me,

Ongoing and seeing deep down of me.

She was not mine,

Nor could be, with any help of divine.

She already had a shoulder to cry,

And hand to hold, life to enjoy.

Leaving me there alone,

She swept away with her known.

A tear fell from right,

I asked God for my right.

There was no reply,

I was left far behind with my heart’s cry.

Creation

Sitting idle,

Solving a riddle.

With body in a lazy phase,

Here comes an idea with amaze.

Hurriedly went inside my room,

From the lonely chair outside, near the moon.

The glittery eye,

Caught the armor’s sight,

Which was laying slant,

With support of the container upright.

Swiftly with the other hand,

Get hold of white sheets in grand.

Rushed to the lonely night,

Under the beam of moonlight.

With the shivering hand,

And many thoughts in my head,

I wrote on the paper,

My first line of treasure.

Months ahead,

Forward being the thread,

One by one was adding,

My creation to form a book of writing.

Home Sweet Home

Enter my house,

With an eyebrow arouse.

Lits up your face,

One forgets all the disgrace.

There are people in it with welcoming heart,

Found together with love adequate.

There is chirping of music,

Smile, full of magic.

Hugs are all around,

With jokes and twisters which are very sound.

Creativity can be seen everywhere,

Whether on wall or on hands to swear.

Behind these faces, are the tragic mazes.

Which have worked for today’s happy appearances.

Outside its thought,

That everything here is sought.

The family in this house,

Is full of treasure.

Treasure is there, no doubt,

But not in terms of wealth to count.

It’s in the heart of their,

To make every single moment lively and full of care.

Perseverance is taught here,

Not to forget how to fight back with dare.

Enter my house,

With an eyebrow arouse.

It’s not merely a house,

Though it’s a home of hope, emotion and creative grouse.

Photography

Ordinary are the moments,

But pictures make them beautiful memories of prudent.

Your mother’s pride,

Your beloved’s smile.

Someone’s heart out,

Or many in a rout.

Camera places them right,

Not in a manner but in every sight.

Moments which are captured,

To them we become attached.

It touches life,

And forms a creative aspire.

Beauty is enhanced,

Creativity is exhaled.

People are enthralled,

When life shrinks in one picture of all.

Ordinary are the moments,

But pictures make them beautiful memories of prudent.

Mouse on his head

The mouse was on his head,
And he was frightened with threat.
Slowly and swiftly, it moved its tail,
Like was on a gentle sail.
He peeped from corner of his eye,
But could not take a sigh.
He was standing like a freeze,
And was melting in a squeeze.
Touching it, was a thought,
It was not brought.
It had landed with a thump,
And his throat made a lump.
Its ears moved a little,
With eyes rolling in a circle.
Leaped on his shoulder,
With his sound of cry to molder.
It took a high jump over his body,
And it landed on one of his copy.
His head swirled with madness,
He cried for help in distress.
‘Shoo’ he said, again and again,
But could not move it again.
Stick was the last option, he had,
Its tail got black and red.
Diving on his head,
The mouse was again on Jaine’s head,
And he was frightened his threat.

Schooling in India

Sketching and painting,

Ranking and debating.

For self and others,

Do schools have anything to offer?

Screening the minds is a game now,

Feeding knowledge is a mere to row.

Challenges are taken in a room,

And some are order to groom.

Competition is prevailing the most,

Not among the students, between the teachers to roast.

Bullies and harassment are increasing,

With burden to sustain are also rising.

Some are pushed to an extent to win,

Others peep from within.

Influential parents’ children are famous,

Others being a result of envious.

Gifts and favors are offered in abundance,

Leaving behind the purity of reception.

Everyone are encircled in this frame,

Schooling has just become a game.