Thoughts From Atreyo

Embedded with the bond of love And the piercing pain of loss. Filled with some life-changing luck Like a silver round coin’s toss. Going through the good and bad Journeying through joys and tears Filled with the times of bravery Or the haunting thoughts of fears Through moments spent with the loves ones And the thoughts running like a knife Is this tragic but yet amazing Journey we all call ‘life’.

The variety of festivals, Where the diversity is wide It’s my country, India My nation, my pride.   The Hundreds of cultures And thousands of forts With historic monuments And many old King’s courts   Have you eaten “Fuchkas”? Or the South-Indian Dosa? Jalebi is just flawless As well as the spotless Samosa.   Have you gone to The Taj Mahal? Or maybe the Red Fort? Qutub Minar is lovely And so are many of the same sort.   I just tried to tell you Something through the poem That India is worth a visit And no place is just the same.   India is very unique It is just the one in a million. C’mon, believe me, I know That coming here’ll be give you fun.    -- Atreyo 😀,  23rd November, 2020

The winds are chilly, extremely cold More than you can try and hold. Curl up tight in your blanket, all! The season of winter has fall!  No more pleasant walk to the station. After all, winter’s gripping the nation.  No more drinking fizzy cold drinks! That is what winter brings!  But you still have things to do Like paying a visit to your local zoo. I know you might think it’s foolish Then go on a holiday to wherever you wish!  And the best thing to fight off winter’s hug Is warm brewed hot chocolate in a mug. Sweater, scarves, home-made jumpers Imagine winning them in a single hamper.  Ok, ok please don’t yell. I am coming to the best part to tell. After all, when Santa gifts Every child’s heart hopefully lifts. Fruitcake and homemade cookies! There’s so much to eat in the gentle breeze!  As, here comes the Festival King, ‘Jingle Bells!’ Let’s all sing!  Oh, someone please tell me:  Why isn’t there Christmas every week? Christmas trees (those de...

Days and days Have turned into months Nearly a year has passed Taking lives of tons. 2020 is bad Surely you know that But one thing this year Can beat our fear. COVID-19 can’t attack Or affect if you be Healthy, and above all, Exercise Regularly Also, we can’t go out But who’d like their belly largely sprout? Of course you won’t, nor would I There is no doubt, no question of ‘Why?’. So here is an easy Plus super-healthy task Do go out but Don’t forget your mask Cycle, walk, run Do anything that’s fun But please, please, please, do NOT halt And open your mask; it’ll be a big fault. But don’t just sit there Playing games in a phone Those muscles need some work to do And so would like your bone At home too, a  lot is tight You can help others, right?  That, I promise, will help You and your parents as well. So, all in all, not so bad To live with the instructions I gave Only remember this, guys:  “Stay FIT, stay safe.”           ...

As vast as a forest, the sky lies above, With thin strips of cotton that look softer than hay. Rainwater dripping as smoothly as a paper While the showers of the mountains drop down their way. Freshwater lakes as blue as the skies, The large tanks of water – where the mountains like to lay. All this beauty sure is super-good, But thanks to humans, they'll be gone someday. Let us preserve what we currently have, Afforestation is the word, let's start TODAY! LET US PRESERVE WHAT WE HAVE TODAY. YESTERDAY HAS GONE AND TOMORROW HASN'T ARRIVED YET; TODAY IS THE BEST OPPURTINITY TO START AFFORESTATION.   -- Atreyo 😀,  30th September, 2020

I am there in the home Looking out the window Towards my garden; That’s where I want to go. But nobody’s out there Under the warmth of the Sun. And sitting in the home Doesn’t seem like fun. What is popular nowadays? Not going in the dusk; Nor to visit a beach; It is to wear a fashionable mask.  I don’t know when to go out I can’t return the book he gave. Only a slogan I know now: “ Stay home; Stay safe.” -- Atreyo 😀,  22nd July, 2020

  I looked up, I looked down. I looked at the door and then frowned. I asked my mom ‘Where is he?’ ‘Close your eyes and let me sleep.’ I looked at the chimney, at the door, at the wall. But my eyes could see none of the doll. ‘Where am I supposed to get it mom?’ But I could hear no response. Maybe she was asleep? Maybe she was thinking? Or maybe under the cover, she might be smiling. But no, she wasn’t smiling. Nor was she there She had gone to the other room, not even here. I turned, and tossed, and jerked all fear, After all, dear Santa is here! ‘Where is the doll? Where is the teddy?’ And I soon realized that all was ready. He said, ‘Ho ho ho!’ Dear little boy, now let me go. ‘OK’ I said, with a little sad smile, Because he has to travel a hundred mile. He left and then I heard a soft knock ‘Was Santa here, it’s twelve in the clock. Of course he was here! He left right now. And he gave me the doll, but tell me how, He knew that a teddy would give me a wow? ‘Maybe,’ she smiled 'H...