Friendship is something
That we can't imagine...
It is such a wonderful world
With love, care, tears, fight,
Life, help and so on....
It is a gathering of pure hearts
Ready to share good words and deeds
Everything that we can't imagine;
Friendship is the only ship
That never ever fades or ends...
My friends are my everything
The are the only ones
Whom I can trust than others
They are the only doting
Sweethearts of mine...
We five angels were
The only friends,
We angels were, are, and will
Be forever the angels
In our little world
Forever and ever...
ദിവസവും രാവിലെ 86400 രൂപ സൗജന്യമായി ചേര്‍ത്ത് തരുന്ന ബാങ്ക് അക്കൗണ്ട് നിങ്ങള്‍ക്കുണ്ടെന്ന് സങ്കല്‍പ്പിക്കുക. കര്‍ശനമായൊരു വ്യവസ്ഥ അക്കൗണ്ടിനുണ്ട്. പണം മുഴുവനും അതതു ദിവസം തന്നെ ചെലവാക്കിക്കൊള്ളണം. പിറ്റേന്നത്തേക്ക് ഒരു രൂപ പോലും നീക്കിവെച്ചു കിട്ടില്ല. ഉപയോഗിക്കാതെ മിച്ചം വരുന്ന തുക താനെ അപ്രത്യക്ഷമാകും. ഈ നിബന്ധനയുണ്ടെങ്കില്‍ എന്തായിരിക്കും നിങ്ങള്‍ ചെയ്യുക. പണം മുഴുവനും അതതു ദിവസം ഫലപ്രദമായി ചെലവഴിക്കാന്‍ പരമാവധി ശ്രമിക്കും....
ഇതു സങ്കല്‍പമല്ല. യഥാര്‍ത്ഥത്തില്‍ നമുക്കെല്ലാം ഇങ്ങനെ ഒരു അക്കൗണ്ട് ഉണ്ട്.
In and around me I can only hear the voice of dark reality. Isn't it the voice of fate..? No, it is the noise of fate... The noise is creeping to my world of peace.. I can't recognise the noises, Actually who were the talkers..? It hurts and irritates me. No one is co-operating with me.. And my life is getting spoiled Numerous questions are springing up around me which I can't answer. I'm falling to deep dig of failure. My heart is getting reduced... This may be the end of my noisy life....
In my thoughts, the first comes As in my dream is the dawn Which encloses the dusk... Bird’s twittering awakens me To the dew fallen morning. The days of luburnum bloom, that Was my mortal prime. Years gone and gone, when it disappears It’s part like a nightmare. Once again will you come to my life Like blooming flowers as in my younger age. Fresh morning and chill night and The dream I passed too... Play of dragonfly in the sky, The story telling trees and the koyal’s song... The birds those lost their feathers And the snow fallen fields too... The field lines where I and my partner played and ed with a lot of festivals... With warm I’m awaiting you The coming new year....
Once there lived a king named Sakkariya. He was very selfish and he didn’t love the poor people or help them. There was a poor old man living near the king sakariyya’s palace. The king didn’t like this old man because he was poor and honest. The king scolded poor people having no reason.
Once the king asked the old man: “Yeh….old man, Can you give me your land?”
“No”: old man replied.
“You are not obeying my order! How dare you say this?”
The king ordered his soldiers to put the old man in prison. They did what they were ordered to do.
The old man told the king: “There is a precious thing in the pond near my house. After drying the water I’ll get the thing. That is why I told you that I would not give you my land.”
“I want that precious thing.” The king rushed to that place with the old man and jumped to the pond. Only after he had jumped, he thought that he didn’t know to swim. All the people accompanied him from his palace stood around the pond.
“Save….save….me….help…help..” dipping in the water he called out.
No one standing around the pond was ready to jump in to the pond. But the poor old man jumped in to the pond and saved the king. The king realized that love and kindness is greater than selfishness.
HANAN. P.T IX. A She was a good girl. She had a lot of friends. They always loved her and she too. But she couldn't sustain her friendship. She was a good student. She was the topper of her school. The teachers liked her very much and she respected them. But she didn't get the higher education. She was a good singer. But she had only one listener, her mind. The world did not hear her music. She was a good writer too. But the world didn't read her words. She loved Nature and wished to protect it. But she could do nothing for it. She couldn't do whatever she wished to do. Because the world didn't agree with her. The world always said: "No, she is a girl".
A sweet zephyr which entered Through the open window Of the train embraced me... In the cypher of solitude, The sights of Nature infected Me a special feeling... As I immersed in the lovable scenes, A handicapped stranger Got in to the train and Walked towards me...
No, it is not at me Aimed at the lady who is Sitting near me.. He is gazing at her...
I squalled when I saw That tremulous scene... No, It was just an illusion; No one had entered the train...
I thought about my friend; I had lost her in a Train journey like this... At the end of the cruel and Blind deeds of a man She surrendered to the death.
If she is alive now She also will be with me To fight against the Dirtiest group in this society...
But, She is remaining only as A great lapse to the Coming generation...
FATHIMA SHAD. P.K (9th J) Oopz... Once more a little smile fell upon me; When I saw she hid in the depth of my heart. But my eagerness made me blind, Deaf and mad. Was she just a creature of God Or an angel..?! Oh.. this led me to a dream-world, Full of dreams....full of feelings... T^his wrapped me in delight. When she came closer to me As a free bird, I didn't know that She'd be my evergreen friend. Her love was so suffocating... Till now I can't find who she is.. Actually what's happening to me.. I stood helpless. Isolation in her absence Made me a broken winged bird.. I am flying like a bird To find her... Still No idea... Confused... Oh God, Help me....!
Friendship begins with a Shake-hand; The blooming of a flower, With all its beauty. The delicacy of a rainbow All the dazzling colours, Friendship.. oh! great... The life can bring with it All the joy and happiness.
Where is God? God is all. God is everywhere. Even in a thread God is everywhere. In a blooming flower, In the scattering clouds, In a helping mind, God is everywhere In a lovely world.
FATHIMA SHAD. P.K (9th J 2010-11) The olden days... Peeping through the memories, With the lovely flowers And with sweet smiles.. Oh..where have they gone?!
Now... The charming faces were hidden And colourless dream Suffocating sounds... Hey... what happened to me?
Unclear faces, Chaotic ways Made me alone... And I was travelling to the world of fancy. Where am I going? Who is leading me?
Full of sounds.. But, little can I hear. So many faces.. No one is clear. A lot of ways Led me to no where?
A mysterious sound... Once more I am confused And really worried. That voice asks me "where are you going?" Now asking myself "where am I going?"
Nesmiya. P.T (9th J. 2010-11) In my rural village where The school education never reached Even to the gate-house..., My wish to acquire knowledge Through education was Given up as a sin.... But, My parents bowed their head In front of my brother He became a city-man... As I grew, my dream also grew. I waited a long to Fulfill my dream But the 'justice' of my village Never supported me...
Still I am waiting for the Fulfillment of my dream...
I can't believe that But You can... Because our ship is just floating. When we use our logic and power Friendship is the great ship. Then thanks to my dear friends So I can return to the life And my friends are great.. Sometimes I feel that My ship is overloaded.. But I live for a high position in the society. I can... I am able... With my strong confidence And with my strong friendhip To sail the ship up to the end of life.
FARDHANA. M Once I met a raindrop She was clinging on the blades of the grass Then came the sun on the top With burning eyes and hot And frightened my little raindrop She thought he would kill her
She was afraid of the sun Loneliness is her friend... because..., She lost her parents; The sun had killed them cruely.
I felt pity on her And took her in my hands, Kissed her with love... She became shame so that She tried to leave from my hand
Thinking that she did not like it I stopped kissing her.. But..., I kept her on a leaf-tip
On a rainy day, I thought that It is the time for her to go. With despair, I let her go. She was not willing to part me But..., She has to go "Back to the Nature" Otherwise She will die....
