Simple Musings Of Our Mind

In the embrace of the monsoon, nature orchestrates a symphony of resplendent beauty. As the clouds roll in and first rumblings of thunder announce its arrival, an ethereal excitement fills the air, and the parched earth quivers with anticipation. Finally, after a year of waiting patiently, the clouds give way, and the rain falls. The earth is rehydrated. The plants and trees become alive. The air is filled with the sounds of birdsongs, and the petrichor is intoxicating. The pitter-patter of the rain revitalises our soul. In India, the monsoon is a time of great excitement. Children splash in the puddles and make paper boats, while adults gather to gossip and share stories. The farmers plant their crops, and the fields are soon covered in a lush green carpet of crops. The rivers swell with water, and the canals are filled to capacity. The monsoon is a time of hope and renewal. It is a time when the world is reborn, and the future looks bright!

  Happy birthday Deep! The first bench in class And purposely throwing shuttles past the school boundary Repeatedly trying to convince you it wasn't on purpose And then we all break into laughs The three of us giggling on three red stools Trying to rephrase your melodious answers into my notebook Passing that book around with curious eyes and wide smiles That day in february we went through some random guy’s files (😭) The six of us listening intently to you Java test in two periods and we don't know what to do Chess matches where you were so patient with me I'll never stop throwing the shuttle into the tree (hehe) Composing poems and reading your essays Contemplating life and laughing non stop, being around you makes all our worries diminish Your talent has no bounds and may you go far Keep being the caring and beautiful human that you are and never stop eating fish Happy Birthday Deep! You make this world a better place have the best year everr -Sumaira 

 FROM HARBOUR TO TWILIGHT In the harbour of innocence, the journey begins,  Anchored in calm waters, where the tale of time spins.  Hoisted high are the dreams, bright and light,  Guided by the lighthouse of love, in the evanescent night.  Turbulent and wild, the waters ahead,  Swaying and learning, by the currents led.  Through the storms of doubt, the course is found,  Guided by the compass, to the unknown bound.  The winds of wisdom fill the sails, the journey goes on,  Into the vast, the familiar now gone.  Within the tranquil, profound twilight's sweep,  Lies hidden lore, and memories to keep. - Deeptarka

  Growing up - You're my rainbow I just finished my first day of school On the bus ride home all i could think of was you I’d tell you all about it as we lay on the bed Those moments at night were a constant as i grew Fifth grade and my friends are like sunshine in my life Life is as beautiful as the smile on your face and the shine in your eyes I can't wait to grow up and be my own person My girlhood is ending, but the teenage years of my life would be the best, Im certain. Im home all alone with eighteen assignments to finish Did I really think this time would be glamorous and wild? Bit by bit the picture that i painted in my head gets diminished I curse the rose tinted vision of being a teenager i had as a child I've learnt however, that the sun always shines, even when it rains You’re my rainbow, amidst all of the pain Growing up isn't all that bad because i have you You - you're the first person i look for in a crowd And happiness courses through my veins I hop