The Back Benchers

      

We were the destroyers of boredom,

Spreading joy & smile in our kingdom.

Should any lecture ever go sore,

We would bring laughter with a roar.

All we had was lines,comments,jokes

Screams animal voices slaps & pokes

Something we even gave teachers heart strokes

 

We had a world of our own,

Were none of us was ever alone.

We played & learnt a variety of games,

Periods would go as we would tame.

The period was of chemistry,

But what we did was a mystery.

Physics or bio it didn’t matter,

Silence was something we ought to shatter.

All that the teacher could found,

Was someone making some sound.

So many things the teacher used to say,

But we were as we wanted to stay.

We were first to be out & last to be in,

Diary remarks spoke of our sin.

We had a world of our own,

Were none of us was ever alone.

Many a friends on the last bench I found,

Saddest part is now none of they is around.

Being a back bencher was too much fun,

I am proud to have been one

But now those days are dead in the past,

Little more I wish they would last.

The past's gone & the future, yet to come,

So many memories thought I’d share some.

This is to all my backbenchers and to them who tried wished or wanted to be one.

                               {LXXI}

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FAKE FACES

True faces so hard to see.
Someone else is what people try to be.

Illusion is all they make
Peace of mind is something they take
For these faces you put everything at stake
But later you realize face were fake

So this is what's felt by me
true faces impossible to see
Someone else is what people try to be

It all starts with something very good
But the bad phase is hidden in a hood
Never to you will it strike
Fake face(s) is what you like

The illusion created was very good
For a considerate time it stood
Now the illusion brakes without making a sound
Your world stands up side down


For all the things that mattered
Are now on the floor totally shattered
Lost,faded,vanished-is the trust
Affection,like,care,love all is just rust

Like,miss,care,affection,love are the words to be limited to book
As their real meaning is unknown to some crooks 

Well all thats left to be said by me
is true faces so hard to see
Something else is what people try to be







 















 
 

   

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COMPARISION BETWEEN MAN AND ANIMAL

The above given pictures clearly shows theres no difference between man and animal.Its 12:30 in the morning even the donkey went on his work but all of them are still sleeping.

The dog and the thing in the blanket(1st picture)are in a competition for "WHAT IS THE LAZIEST THING IN THE WORLD"surprisingly there were a TURTLE and a SLOTH BEAR too in the competition but they lost and are out of picture.So stay tuned to find out what is the laziest thing in the world.You might even win a date with them.Dont forget to comment and vote

                                                                 {L21X} 

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LIFE

Lifes a stage where human's a clown

With a journey full of ups and down

When in ups we dont at all feel bad

But when comes a down we feel sad

We seek God in times of grief 

And never remember him after relief

At times the interest fades

Bad thoughts arise and deep in mind they wade

Happiness joy cheefulness is what they raid

Sorrow agony the product of the trade

So now we remember God

Our prayers start with word,Oh Lord

He listens and we are bless

Sorrow agony and pain gets supress

grief and sadness becomes lesser and less

Now to God we never heed

As we have all we need

And have satisfied all our greed

But again to sadness it will lead

So to God everyday we should heed

And say"I wa just born like a seed

When my mind starts to bleed

I hereby request you to lead 

                                              {L21X}

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IN HER EYES

This poem is a kind of experiment.i tried changing the rhyme scheme as i was suggested so while reading focus on , and. and capitals.I wrote it back in 11th but didnt showed as it got rejected.It idea is kind of inspired from a gujarati poem but i added my own story and gave it LAKSHYA's touch




In her eyes blue and round,
Getting lost is for bound.
Her eyes  have a deep deep feeling

that a person is forced to stare
As those eyes have effect that's healing
so gazing and  staring is fair


Her eyes-a piece of jewel,

that anyone would wish to steal.
But in eyes as kindness dwells, 
the people are forced just to feel.


But to her the eyes are of no use
i think you all are totally confuse
It didn't take me long to find
That she is totally blind


She tried to stretch her hand,
with a stick in it.
To see where next step should land,
and if she gets a place to sit.


I stood up and walked with a pace,
to help her but went so near, 
That i could clearly see her face,
We sat she tallked and i could hear.


While sitting eye met an eye,
hand met a hand,
a soul met another soul,
But God knows why. 
it made my senses stand 
I was just dumbstruck on the whole


Talking to her was like finding a treasure
And my happiness had absolutely no  measure
We talked almost for an hour
Then a trian arrived and she boarded it 
Now even though she is very far
I havn't forgotten her even a bit
Her face still lasts in my heart
Even though we are far far apart 


 

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ADDICTION

Addicted i am to you,

Out of my hobbies that are few, 

You are something very new,

So i seriously,seriously like you.

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