Why this blog?

The nascent and fresh minds of students are so creatively inclined that they have the ability to bring into being a universe of their own. They are little tyros who would, with time, unfold into verves, momentum or sensations of various creative dimensions. A chalk sculptor, a clay artist, an amateur painter of Madhubani, Warli, a dabbler of still life, a budding poet, a tenderfoot writer or a fledgling lyricist – one gets all varieties of creatively-aligned students covered in a seemingly dilettantish peel. We at Shishukunj aspire to provide a humble platform to all such potentials to smatter around and mature into the perfection that they are seeking to epitomize or become! This blog is thus an endeavor that would allow all Shishyans to just play around with their latent artistic caliber and enjoy the bliss of a “BRAVO” from known and unknown quarters.

Tuesday, March 06, 2018

Cloud Talk

Ayush Baweja, Class IX G

The thunder shakes me to the bone
Below me sits a man alone,
In no hurry, the man is,
No thoughts of others, in the joy of his.

Cars fleet past,
Like ships of mast,
Waiting for when the rain,
Will stop at last.

I hear birds chirping,
Hidden in disguise,
I feel the smell of the earth,
Slowly rise.

In the sounds,
Voices drown
Never to be heard,
Never to be found.

Wispy air surrounds me
Rain falls soft on the trees
The sun glistens through the dew.

Seven colors through the sky,
The thunder, no longer does it cry,
Quietly, the winds begin to die,
And slowly the Earth starts to dry.

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