Little Sunshine

Once upon a time,
Right in the middle of the world's most beautiful garden,
A miracle had happened.
During Spring time, out of utter sunshine-
Emerged the lovliest bud so tiny and divine.

The whole world came to see,
And celebrate her incomparable beauty,
For the sight of such a bud was so unbelievable,
And so they called her the happiest miracle.

Time passed by, and the bud began to grow into a flower;
And as she blossomed, her big yellow petals spread into the sunlight;
So beautiful, they seemed to shimmer in sunshine power;
So just to embrace her daytime beauty,
People waited insanely each night-for the sun to rise.

Each day, she seemed to glow more and more;
And spread more colour than the sun itself,
People came to her, in need of light;
And she always felt beautiful if she could help.
And as she got love and praise with the passage of time,
She began to be known as 'Little Sunshine.'

But one, stormy day-
Her incompetable fate went wrong,
For in her way-some cruel hands had come along.
They plucked her from the garden as fast as they could,
Never really thinking of whether or not they should.

And now Little Sunshine lies in a room so dark-
Enclosed with four walls,
And all she desires is a little sunshine-
Just a little bit after all.
For she has lost her own shine,
Neither she can give, nor she can get;
Her once beautiful yelllow shade is fading before time,
Been replaced by colourless sorrow and regret.

The humans can speak, but flowers cannot;
And so she lay still in the darkness,
Missing the good old times-
When she could define happiness.
Her petals are drying but she cannot die, scream or speak for herself;
Every single second, she can only internally cry;
And wait for the misery to end-
For nobody can actually help.

And so this is the fate of Little Sunshine,
To always remain desperate for just a little bit of sunshine,
And so this story ends how it isn't supposed to be,
Yes, that Little Sunshine is me.
                                                                                                    Thank you.
                                                                                                       (2012)

Little Jago

Little Jago is a four year old,

The funniest boy you’ll ever meet,

He’s very crazy-yet very bold,

He can make you laugh off your seat!

Little Jago asked his mommy,

“Can I kill you right now?”

Mom shook her head and said,

“That’s not the way to speak!”

“Oh sorry”, he said with a bow,

“Can I kill you please?”

Little Jago on the dinner table,

Leaves all his leafy vegetables,

He says that he’s told in class,

That he should stop eating grass.

Little Jago explained to his teacher-

The process of respiration,

“When you breathe, then you inspire,

When you don’t, then you expire.”

Perhaps the most valid explanation!

“Why is he so funny?”

He is questioned by the entire world,

No doubt, he mentions-

“Being jolly attracts girls!”

Even though Little Jago is totally insane,

One thing he’s always been told,

That “Dear Jago, always stay the same;

Never-ever grow old.”
Copyright © Upasana Goyal 2014

                                                                                          

Friendship (For my junior readers)

From up, above in a world that’s so magical-

There are angels that god always sends,

Just to make my life special,

Come down my dear friends!

My friends are of different types-

Some are tough, cool or lovable;

Some are sweet, some are wise;

But all of them are just so adorable!

We live, grow and learn holding hands;

We talk, play, love and laugh together;

Each of our joy and sorry we understand,

And we pinky promise that we’ll be friends forever!

I’ve always loved my friends from the start,

And the only ship of angels that would never sink-

In the river of my heart,

Is the very special ship-Friendship!
                                                                                             
                                                                                               -Thank you.(2012)

Importance of co-operation in our life.(For my junior readers)

There is a’ lot of importance of co-operation in life. It makes life easy. We should be kind enough to co-operate instead of always competing with others. Co-operation arouses peace and friendship in one’s life. By co-operating, we learn to adjust with different kinds of people in various situations. Just as the combination of different ingredients brings life to a desired dish; the co-operation of different minds brings life to a desired goal. Helping each other enhances a healthy social and mental life. Co-operating with different kinds of people results in a greater productivity in our tasks. Hence, co-operation is one of the most important keys to success.

                                                                                       

                                                                                                    -Thank you.(2012)

Let us help each other.(For my junior readers)

We should always help each other. It is said that every little help is returned in double folds. Helping helps to sow a seed of kindness in one’s heart. This seed germinates to yield love, friendship and peace. I have heard that we should learn to lend help with gratitude and take it with humility. Helping makes us understand each other’s needs and deeds. The help can be small or big, but it is never considered small in one’s heart. We should always be sensitive to the needs of others and eager to help them. Helping creates a healthy social and mental environment. It is the best act of benevolence anyone could do. So let us help each other!

                                                                                    -Thank you. (2012)

The Fire.

That huge and glorious jewel I often miss,

It used to be in some heavenly part of the universe,

Full of goodness, peace and bliss-

People named it as the Earth.

There were wars, demons and hatred;

Poor Earth was forced between heaven and hell instead,

Falling deep down-It cried as a reluctant kid,

But all great words of wisdom seemed so unspoken and unread.

Now my poor Earth lies halfway between good and evil,

So who can judge who has come from which side,

Half of us can love, the other half can kill;

But no one looks or behaves alike.

And there’s a fire left by the bad,

Which originates in every evil heart,

Sometimes it makes me feel so sad,

As people like me don’t even discover from the start.

That no matter what-

The fire will always do what it should,

By traveling up to the devil’s different parts,

And it is meant to only affect the good,

By breaking their pure and innocent hearts.

The powerful flames might take the same form-if they reach the face,

And mask an angel above the devil for the sake of fun,

To play a disastrous game or to just have a taste-

Of an unfelt holy emotion.

Even worse if the flames reach the tongue-

As then they can travel out so far,

And if they reach an angel’s heart that’s happy and fit,

Making it unstable, they create a deep incurable scar;

Brutally injecting every burnt word into it.

And worst if they reach the mind,

They betray, cheat and hurt;

That is when-we the kind,

Come to realize their burning thirst.

I believe that the fire shall destroy every good heart very soon,

Only demons would exist and each curse would replace every boon.
And so it is time for the tragic shift again,

For now in hell my poor Earth is about to fall,

Here comes the time of great sorrow and pain,

Which will destroy the lives of all.


Till then I will always want to shed some tears,
It might help to blow out the fire in the devils near.

Copyright © Upasana Goyal 2014