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       The Right Leg First

Right leg first on the day last,

Was about to cross the visionary missionary gates.

To embrace forever the world ahead.

     End of Term spelled joy

  And excitement in thoughts

     And dreams of a new School, new place

 New friends, new groups, new everything!

My dreams were realized

And everything, was bestowed.

My gallant entry into new world,

Made me realize incompleteness

                                               

                                                                                              And I did indeed.

Fleeting time taught me,

Where really glorious life was.

Yes, the days! The Middle School Days,

Was what I missed.

        Memories ignited nostalgia

     That latched to my brain.

Principal’s speech to the graduating batch,

And even her beyond memorable regular ones .

Mentors’ benevolently strict guide,

Allowing the buds of friendship and knowledge

Grow into trees that bore the sweetest fruits.

Each moment, each experience was special.

  

  Now I Understand,

           

 It was my second home  

 I entered twelve years back

 With my right leg first on day first.

                                                                                                                                Composed By:

                                                                                                                           PRANAV KUMAR 

Dawn signals time to unfold the blanket,

His eyes embrace reality as eyelids part.

“Oh the same rugged miserable life”, the old man exclaims.

As he sits on where he previously slept.

His eyes search around for his daily bread,

And triumphs for he reserves some,

Yet there are days scarce penny.

Morning meal is his day dream.

His eyes move around coordinating his hands,

With fingers pointing up in a sight of helplessness.

Each pedestrian increments his hopes.

His heart shatters every time time he’s left sans help.

But his fingers turn towards earth for blessing,

Each time he receives a penny.

Morning passes as noon commences

His hands count the pennies.

Had they been optimum,

He would have satisfied his crave for a mid-day meal.

Noon gives way for evening to arrive

He continues his job, coz

His old weary body has no alternative.

Night falls as he counts again,

Setting off for his first and final meal.

Returning back to his place,

Lying down on the same open ground,

His eyes close with a wish.

A wish that they never open again.

This isn’t the end, hold on.

His slumber initiates a dream.

A dream where he emancipates his emotions into a family,

A family having his son, his wife and his daughters.

A family where he is taken care of!

A family who he takes care of!

He hugs them all, as tears ooze out of his eyes.

Life’s such sunny!

 But,

The villain- The dawn, breaks to interrupt.

           ----------------------------Composed By 

                                                              PRANAV KUMAR

Luck Interferes

Luck interfered ‘defeat’ reasons.

Losers emboss this designation.

Personal grievances guilt luck.

Shattered are thy hopes,

Trampled are thy emotions.

Forgotten is the fact that,

‘Time fleets but art’s long’

Grievances add to arts

And time takes off.

Suffering accompanies over the sand thy walk.

Days enjoy thine suffer,

‘Heartbeats parallel muffled drums.

Confidence leaks as horror creeps in,

Nightmares seem coming true.

‘Fright’ wins and failures sustain.

Life forced for an end as dejection exceeds.

Sustaining resembles hell.

Real ending end chapters of luck and life.

Still, my thought pricks my mind,

Does luck really interfere?

For success never boasts of it.

There are some, whom failures drank,

Yet they fought incessantly and finally

Success was their reward!

Footprints of great people infer to the fact, that

Hard work pays a lot.

It pays to such extent,

That even failure feels bribed.

Ultimately Failures bows low before success.

Composed By:

Pranav Kumar Pathak

Nostalgia

Just below the horizon,

The fire ball peeped in.

Innocent Shouts scribbled the atmosphere.

Stumps put down by the ball,

At times hit to travel some miles.

Setting two to run behind.

Thoughts provoke nostalgia.

Innocent life, parents’ strict guide,

Fear, worries, tension and future considered alien.

Hearty enjoyment left nothing untouched.

Tender quarrels and re gathering,

Games played so silly,

Each ones’ feeling fully exposed.

A little more grown up,

Increment in world exposure,

Closeness towards friends,

Outings, idiotic talks and making fun.

Lies to parents for friends,

All these induced enjoyment that knew no bounds.

Yet, the result day made hardest.

Parents rebuke for Dreaming in exams and then,

Committing to become detached and study hard.

And breaking it in a day or two, for

Friends again and friends forever.

Years Passed by Towns left for cities.

Innocent spark vanished, for responsibilities to be shouldered.

Serious thunder thunders all around.

Enjoyment is not dim, yet continues to lose its hue,

in pace with the fleet of time.

Life’s yet to experience further.

Composed by:

Pranav Kumar Pathak

Hope – A new Path to live..

When your owns refuse,

Your words acceptance,

On account of the surrounding mirth.

When this hurts your heart,

Lose no hope and give up

Never let yourself shatter.

Forget not that the tree

Standing bare in in autumn,

Regenerates flora afresh.

Old leaves give in to the new ones.

Like your problems solving techniques tend to betterment,

After each fall.

Imagine you inhabit hell,

Withered you apparently stand,

In front of the fire of repent.

Giving up will destroy,

Finding ways to get out will only suffice.

My thoughts still wonder about the Hell’s Throne.

Somebody owns it.

Why not own it and let my reign come..

Composed By :

Pranav Kumar Pathak

Plagiarized For Life

Daily affairs digest hours,

Seconds appear days in lonliness’ company.

Thought filled clouds wander over imagination’s playgroung.

The cause for life is not yet justified .

Happiness to suffice and pain to be deserted is the mass answer.

Footprints towards salvation paves path to glory, the detached reasons.

Numerous as these Quotes disperse.

He calls himself civilized of all.

Yet forces life to reserve for himself.

Exceptions occur atleast a few.

Wealth accompanies loneliness often.

Riches envy relations, wealth prevails still.

Realizations reveal, as time fleets.

Riches don’t buy happiness.

 Happiness resides in company.

Enjoyment revolves not around isolation.

Loneliness dims the sun of life.

This is’nt the end, a bitter truth awaits-

Happiness suffice not the relations alone,

Wealth comes into play again.

Confusing as life becomes ,

Loneliness is searched again.

When aspirations inspire jealousy,

Both pivot around riches

And dismantle fruitful relations.

Wise men reason to these,

Stop aspirations and kill jealousy.

Problem seems to be solved . This pops up previous mystery,

The reason to live..

Answer is still awaited..

Composed by:

Pranav Kumar Pathak