Before the Exams: A scene of my room

Written long back but apt for the current situation. . . 

My English book lies in a corner dark

As I try hard to make a mark

In my Math paper, practicing hard

Perhaps being cursed by the long dead bards

Geography and Economics are engaged in serious talks

Of how they used to accompany me to walks

History and the Physics have struck up a friendship

They no longer care about the poor G.K’s gossips

Biology, as usual is loudly snoring

The world of dreams, it is busy exploring

Chemistry is trying hard to guess

The formula of the solutions, without making a mess

The quiet Hindi is smiling at everyone

And the noisy art file is trying to grab my attention

The political Science book is watching them all

Lost in thoughts of coping with the downfall

And the poor Math is digesting all the sums

At times I wonder how messy it becomes

That’s ‘before- the- exam’ scene of my room

It stays like that from morning to noon

Be it the ones chatting or the ones taking a nap

All have the same thoughts-

"I had once rested comfortably in her bag!"

Attention Science Aspirants!

(With due apologies to the subject teacher

It’s for fun, I’m no preacher

And to the students, take it with a pinch of salt

Science is really interesting, it’s my fault :P)

All my books lay gathering dust

Studying, as per my rule should not be a must

Physics is something, we do not apply

Since with our practical lives, it doesn’t ply

What happens to a satellite that leaves with escape velocity,

Who really cares, keeping in mind life’s complexity?

Well. . . Chemistry is no better, it ruins our life

To find the formula of its solutions, we have to strive

Metal displacement, disproportionation and God knows which reaction

The lab is worse, we suffer from asphyxiation

Biology is on its way to trouble us all the more

It is a strong reason to sleep and snore

Counting the bones is not my cup of tea

We can’t create humans anyway, so useful it can’t be

Math. .  . Eeeeks, it makes me shout

At its very mention, my head spins round and round

I can see how x+y=z+a is going to help me in life

It is better to plunge your head in water and take a dive

Psychology is busy fathoming brain wiring

Cramming the name of philosophers is so tiring

Why should we know the reason behind fear?

What’s the point of managing emotions, withholding tears?

They’ve even made English a boring subject

No one enjoys studying subject, verb and object

Clauses and modals know how to bore us

While studying tenses, students create a fuss

So you see there’s no point leafing through voluminous books

But alas! We have to pass the exams by hook or by crook!

That's Delhi

Where roads offer a bumpy ride

Where Laburnums bloom on the sides

Where the night guard whistles and calls out your name

Where the mornings and the nights- all are the same

Where animals trudge in the middle of the road

Where each man carries other’s load

Where the Qutub Minar stands, tall and grand

Where baraats dance on the roads to the blares of a band

Where the flea markets bustle with activities

Where you can savor Dosas, Bhelpuris, Burgers and Littis

Where vendors in your ears cry

Where a splash of colors greet the eye

Where it rains cats and dogs

Where winters are marked by dense fog

Where summers mean ice- creams at night

Where the many gardens make for a wonderful sight

Where the heavy traffic has always been a problem

Where there are a thousand ways to beat boredom

Where at every nook and corner, there’s a story to be told

That's Delhi, my friend, a sight to behold!