FEAR

By Prashansa Soni(VII C): Fear, what is fear? Fear is a stop button for you goals but, Ignore the fear Keep going, keep going. Now fear has come again to Stop you from your destination but, Remember, don’t feel it. Keep going, keep going. Fear is a full stop where It wants you to be…

Life-A Beauty Thesis

By Aanya Rastogi( X C): Mirror  Mirror on the wall Who’s the ugliest of them all? It’s me, I know…. But I want to look like a doll.   Today, when we look around the world, we feel very small. Very  insignificant. We see beauty products laughing at us. We see gymnasiums body shaming us….

Brown Eyes

By:Kashish Gera(X C) I don’t like brown eyes, cause they are nothing rare. With a mundane personality, That’s totally not fair. Every love song praises green or blue, While they themselves have brown eyes too… People love chocolate on their lips And the strong coffee they sip. But brown eyes though,they are noyhing new, And…

The Will’s Victory

(By-: Aanya Rastogi and Kinjal Bhatt,XC) From the blues of blues from the darkness of the skies. To the vividest of hues to the brightness of the eyes. Thunder and lightening await my storm, you can’t escape my treachery Indiscriminately i touch all forms FOR I AM THE MIGHTY MISERY! I am the mother of…

The Vagrant Winters

(by-: Varonica) The frosty field was yet to chill Warm the fireside, yet to thrill Not to autumn will I yield But solitary winter to unveil The snow glows white As it comes tonight Dreaming for sunlight After long chilly night It came like last heroic soldier Of a defeated army While everyone celebrated Christmas…

Extracurricular Activities (A Motivation or Unnecessary Burden)

(by-: Veronica) The interpretation of dreams is the royal road to knowledge of the unconscious activities of the mind. Co- curricular activities are those actions which are done by young students to develop a skill in that particular action.  In this desirable world of tranquility, yet we have seen many families teaching their child that…

Alone

Kumkum Nagar (VIII C) From childhoods hour I’ve not been, as others were I could not bring, My passions from a common spring, From the same source I’ve not taken, My sorrow I could not awaken, My heart to joy at the same tone, and all I loved, I loved alone, Then- in my childhood…