Life in a Shoe Box,

Can be quite interesting you see,

As the Shoe Box is a maze,

With no cavity.

Now the good part here is,

That I don't have smelly socks,

So it is quite easy to live in a Shoe Box.

Claustrophobic some may call it,

But the walls are my friends,

The cardboard is much softer,

Think of people who live in shells!

I walk around the maze,

Sometimes a treasure or two I find,

So Life in a Shoe Box,

Is something I don't mind.

Lonely? Is that what you asked?

I find dealing with people,

The toughest of tasks.

The maze has no end,

And there is no beginning too,

So Life in a Shoe Box,

Is just about living through!

I often hear voices

And there is some light falling,

Those airing holes you see,

Bluff you as if someone's calling.

But I am adept at ignoring,

And a little arrogant too,

Because it is my Life in a Shoe Box

So how does it bother you?

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Deep down there is a voice all alone,

Lonely No,

It is like a whimsical song.

It talks like a parakeet at times,

but mostly hums the cuckoo's rhyme.

Not a Mozart or Beethoven to refer,

 Just a poet, Spring born.

There is a lot of tell and a lot of hide,

Sometimes unheard cause she then writes.

The yell does not go unheard by many,

But with the spirit inside, it is not uncanny.

There is always an expression to be made,

You know the voice, if you know her unsaid!

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You and me in this Rhapsody,

And all we are having is tea,

Now there should have been some biscuits too,

But Winnie gave them away to Roo.

A lemon tart might do the job,

But mouse prefers baked corn cobs,

Now I could have put some corns to bake,

But Rabbit prefers a mango shake,

A mango shake I could conjure up,

But Horton here has a cough.

A cough could clear with some syrup & honey,

But Bumble Bee was acting funny,

Now I could have some fun with thee,

Isn't that why we are have tea?

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The peacock calls out so loud,

To declare to the world the sun is out,

I open my eyes to see the dark ground,

"Sleep on silly bird, the Nightjar is still around."

I rub my eyes to a chirpy chatter,

Wondering how amusing is the matter,

The cuckoo coos its presence aloud,

And there comes the sun peeking out of the clouds.

The rustling breeze makes fun of me,

"Wake up lazy one, the world is on a morning spree."

The night has withered away to its den,

I wondered what happened to the rooster and hen?

Untangle my sheet & I step out of the bed,

These sounds of the morning can enliven the dead!

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It stares at me like the dark night,

Lifeless body reflecting whats outside,

A speck of dust on it shines,

Telling me I have been lazy downright,

I think of spending some time doing the necessary,

And just before I start, I lay my hands on it's accessory,

What is wrong if a just press a button or two,

Ten minutes if entertainment and then I can work my way through,

Not a soul around to be privy.

I decide to watch a little bit of TV ;)

Life seems simple when I am just an aeroplane. 

It is easy to fly away from anything to anywhere. 

Now I would love being a Jumbo Jet, but yet,

To transfigure into a Sky Hawk is fun too.

Of course I am powerful, 

Any man who can transform into a plane would be!

But it is the human part I am not ABLE TO HANDLE.

I am a superhero of sorts, I can transport people to safety,

I can somersault in the air, I can nosedive and glide high,

It seems like I can touch the sky.

Such is the power, when I am an aeroplane,

But honestly for me there is only one gain,

I can fly away from being a human,

I can fly away from all my problems,

Selfish I am, you may say,

To abuse my powers in this way.

But did I not tell you, I am a human too.

And I crash more often as a man,

Than aeroplanes across the world do.

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Oh Dear Class of 2016,

Someday you will pass,

Where I have been,

And then you will realize,

There is more to see than beyond the eyes,

But let us not steal the fun from you,

Cause life is like Chicken Stew,

It will take its own time to cook,

So simmer the heat and enjoy a book,

Sometimes the grind may seem so evil,

That everyone around has a pact with Devil,

Just pause for a moment and think out loud,

"I am the Messenger of God in this crowd."

And when you are done with reading some literature,

Go out right and make friends with a stranger,

See the world through his view,

Then come and add pepper to the Stew!

Just churn it a little to spread the heat,

And go spread yourself on that stadium seat,

Watch a match or two - Hurrah!

And then write for someone a true epitaph.

Take a walk to the nearest park,

Feel the sunset, enjoy the dark,

Come back and give a stir or two,

Enjoy the whiff of the simmering Stew!

A job is necessary of course you must do it,

Work is like coffee, first you must brew it.

Don't gulp it down or it will burn your throat,

Pause a while, learn and take some notes.

Look out for your friends and family too,

It is okay to have days terrible & blue.

This is how you spice up your Stew!

And then will come a time,

When you are ready to lead,

Stand before an audience like me and read,

Words of wise men, who cooked their meal,

At the end of the day closed their eyes and kneeled,

You will know by then, that life seems long,

But living moments are few before the final gong.

So in the end, add some spring fresh dew,

Put an arm chair by the fireplace

And enjoy your Chicken Stew!

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