A long time ago,
when there were no
people,
the dinosaurs roamed.
The Earth was their home
on the land, in the sky and in the
sea.
Pterodactyl flew high,
soaring ruler of skies.
Triceratops charged in a fight
to survive.
Tyrannosaur roared and
he stomped, and he clawed.
Extinction; an asteroid strike.
I have a cat and he is called Lat and he is very fat.
I have a dog and she is called Mog and she chews on a log.
I love my dog and cat
How about that?
Ramanujan was the man who knew infinity
And understood math’s divinity.
He was a great mathematician,
Who solved maths’ problems like magician.
With his friend Hardy he began to work on mathematics
And started solving problems in statistics and quadratics.
Both worked together closely
and formulated many a theory,
Ramanujan was the gem of India,
He was like a maths encyclopedia.
Srinivasa Ramanujan we miss you a lot,
You will be in everyone’s heart.
“I have discovered something
Something that will change our lives
Or more precisely, our childhoods
Toys are not what they seemed to be
For no law of physics can explain the fascination of a child
For plastic dolls and fake cars
The key to this secret is magic
There is sorcery in them which attracts children
Attracts them to fake plastic things
Adults can resist the urge
But children can’t
The spell wears off in a few days
Sometimes months
And that’s why children get bored with toys.”
And that’s how a scientist loses his job
For no sorcery attracts a child to a toy
It’s curiosity
Curiosity that fades as we grow older
For adults have seen the world
But children have not
And toys allow them to see the world
That they have not seen yet
Malls are magical places
Corridors upon corridors that we stumble upon
Are like the Labyrinth
Too many shops for clothing
Which can rival the clothing of Aphrodite, goddess of beauty
The virtual video games that take you to another dimension
The theatre shrouded with curtains and moving pictures
All like the work of Hephaestus, god of crafts
Stalls and restaurants of food
(Try chicken popcorn at K.F.C, it’s good)
All having different smells wafted under your nose
Designed to magically mesmerize you
And trap you there forever
Or until you run out of cash
Waitresses in shops that sell toys
Have the silver tongue of Medea
And although adults are immune
Children aren’t so lucky
For toys have a spell that attracts them
Which, in turn gravitates dollars towards them
Ingenious really, for adults can resist the charm of toys
But not the charm of children
Mall is an evil, evil place
Disguised with its luxuries and charm
Created to vacuum your money
And unfortunately, now I am a victim too
For I think that it’s the best place in the world
I have a wild heart
Which is straining to be free
It wants to leap up in the sky
Singing merrily
It’s always ecstatic
Joyously jumping at every news
I have a young heart
I see a dragon above my head,
It’s wings big and bold,
Spines run down like shards of glass,
Run down his rough, hard back,
The beat of his wings send me,
Send me flying back,
Flying back that is into a tall tree,
I hear his earpeircing roar echo through the woods,
The heat of each flaming breath
Burns trees to a crisp,
Then to the floor they fall.
I stand there rather shocked,
I’m standing stiff and straight,
The day I saw the dragon,
The dragon.
If I asked you how many lives you wanted
Would you say one?
If I asked you how many toys you wanted
Would you say one?
If I asked you how many dollars you wanted
Would you say one?
No, why one?
One is the worst number, second to only zero
If I asked you which place you wanted in the world
Would you say number one?
We view the world, each with different eyes
For we all wear different lenses of morals
Our eyes see the world in different ways
The light is darkness for some
And others see better in the dark than they do in the light
We chase away what we don’t understand
For it harasses us; gnaws on our conscience with guilt
But if we tried to understand, to sympathize, to see what their eyes see
Perhaps then could the world finally know peace
Because, then, we would truly see
With the enemy’s eyes
And we would be looking at the world
In a different light
But perhaps, this would dismay us
To see the world in different ways
To have all that we learnt, crushed
The false assurances that we were right, crumbling away
To see ourselves as villains, instead of heroes
It would be like looking into a one-way glass
With limited information
Most of it petty lies
Imagining the things happening on the other side
And then realizing
What really happens