Her Room

She carried the miniature of the Himalayas,

Spoke the Tibetan flags suspended from the door,

Which opened into a room of PASSION indeed-

A floral sheet carelessly spread over the bed,

An embroidered rug resting on the floor...

She cared for art, whispered the patterns & decoratives,

 Four planters placed at the corner of a book-shelf

Were bushier than you could ever imagine it is!

A white-board scribbled with a "to-do-list",

Exclaimed how organized she is,

And upon turning left, there, beside the closet, a wall,

That holds a ukulele, a keyboard on a stand in front,

Followed by a two-bulbed stand lamp, so tall!

Oh you dare miss the wide window, the heart of the room,

For what she can see through the glass door, is what best described her:

The greens of trees and grass, the vast expanse all blue...

                                                                                       ~ Kripa Sarkar

( This was my first assignment @ FHS in AP english)

To The Sun

 To the Sun that will rise today,

I pray," I want to rise with you!"

You are beginning a new day,

It shall be my beginning too...

To the Sun that will rise today,

I say, " Turn the sky pink and blue!"

You bring death to the darkest of nights,

Bring light into every flower and dew...

To the Sun that is rising today,

I pay my respect to you,

The courage that you bring

Into earth, into earth-beings,

Is more that what

 We can ever do for you!

The Sun that is rising will rise alright,

You are the coal who has to transform,

Ignite!

Wave good-bye to the quiet night,

Step into the sunny day,

Be the light!

To the Sun that will rise today,

I pray, " Rise again tomorrow,

When the sacred night is far away,

I will be waiting for you,

Present me your courage to borrow!"

For before night, it's day...

                                                             ~ Kripa Sarkar