POTPOURRI

Comic Strip by Shanaya Bansal

Chaos

In a melancholic,

Bittersweet space I dwell,

Everything is a last,

Yet nothing seems to last.

Each step is a new venture,

Yet the past clings to my shoe,

Moving forward is daunting,

Should I be laughing or crying too?

Life keeps flowing on,

The present appears elusive,

Gazing through a car window,

Moments speed by, so decisive.

Uncertain where they vanish,

Joyful moments tinged with dread,

Their end looms ahead,

A mystery destination,

As I sit in the back seat, contemplation.

Between two spaces I linger,

Soon to be strangers with familiar faces.

Oh, how my thoughts snatch moments,

 The future pilfers my presence.

 My mind traverses time,

 While my body remains in the present.

 My heart resides in confusion between,

 This, I can scarcely comprehend.

 While I wish tomorrow would delay its arrival,

 I'm prepared for today's survival.

Anushka Solanki

X-B

I Don’t Know

“People cry, not because they’re weak. It’s because they have been strong for too long.” - Johny Depp

I feel like every day, a piece of me is dying,

Every moment is spent crying and denying.

I don’t know when this turmoil will end,

I don’t know how I will mend,

All those broken pieces of my heart,

I don’t know how I’ll stop myself from falling apart.

I don’t know how I’ll survive each day,

I’m not sure I’ll be able to find a way.

I don’t know how to navigate through my mess,

Each day, my hope is getting less and less. 

I’m keeping myself together by the thinnest thread,

I’m trying to silence that vicious voice in my head.

I don’t know if I’ll ever make it,

‘Cuz my resolve to fight is breaking bit by bit.

I need to hold on, but I can’t find the answer to why,

I want to live for myself, but I also want to die.

I don’t know when this turmoil will end,

I don’t know when the pretending to be okay will end.

I feel like every day, a piece of me is dying,

But I also can’t do anything but keep lying. 

 -Shanaya Bansal

VIII C

पानी 

ज़ोर से लगी हो 

जब तुम्हें प्यास 

पानी न हो 

कहीं आस-पास

मानव बिन पानी के न तड़प जाए 

जल संरक्षण न किया तो 

उत्पन्न हो सकती हैं ये समस्याएँ | 

आओ हम जल को बचाएँ 

जल से कल है ये बात समझाएँ 

बूँद -बूँद कीमती है 

धरती इससे सींचती है |

बूँद -बूँद सागर बन जाए 

यदि आप ये बात जान जाएँ 

धरती पर स्वर्ग इसी से है 

जीवन जीना ख़ुशी से है 

-सेजल मेश्राम 

           कक्षा 8वीं C 

A Farewell Ode to the Class of Laughter and Tears

In halls of learning, we have gathered around,

A splendid group, the finest to be found.

Class Twelve, you've journeyed far and near,

Now, the time has come to bid you, "Cheers!"

Oh, the tales we've shared, the laughter so grand,

From the chaos of exams to the dance floor on sand.

You conquered Math woes and Political Science's haze,

Leaving us breathless in a joyous daze.

Beneath the weight of textbooks, you stood tall,

Fighting off yawns during each lecture's call.

Yet, through all the tests and Vicks sways,

You emerged victorious, in myriad ways.

The chemistry of friendships, the physics of fun,

In the lab of memories, your experiments run.

From the classroom capers to the sports day sprint,

Your spirits soared, in every single stint.

But now, my dear scholars, the time has come,

To spread your wings and welcome the sun.

As you venture forth, on life's thrilling sail,

Carry with you the wisdom from this academic trail.

Tears may mingle with laughter today,

As we bid farewell, in a fond array.

Yet, the joy of your journey, the memories dear,

Will be etched in our hearts, year after year.

So, here's to you, the Class of exuberant cheer,

May your future be bright, devoid of fear.

As you take the stage, let confidence chime,

For you are the stars of our grandest rhyme.

In the pages of time, your stories unfold,

A tale of courage, of friendships bold.

Fly high, dear students, our pride, our delight,

A farewell, sprinkled with laughter, and just a hint of wistful night.

Ms. Peenaz Chinoy

English Educator

I Am A Rebel

I am a rebel, 

Like a stubborn oil stain on a cotton fabric. 

I am a rebel, 

Like a woman with a voice in this patriarchal times.

I am a rebel, 

Like a deep-rooted plant that refuses to get uprooted in the winds.

I am a rebel, 

Like a whimpering child rejecting the veggies for lunch.

I am a rebel,

Holding the red flag in this era of capitalism.

I am a rebel,

Who unleashes an amorous tale with languages in this era of science and technology.

I am a rebel,

Who outrightly challenges the superiority of AI.

I am a rebel,

Like a black dressed individual in the Parliament.

I am a rebel,

Like the last leaf on the tree that stands strong till Johnsy's last breath. 

I am a rebel,

Like a swadeshi activist in the era of whites.

I am a rebel,

Who is either black of white amidst all the grays

I am a rebel,

Ready to challenge the obstacles those prevail,

Pledge to live longer to tell the tale,

And for the dark inside the coffins to nail.

Ms Pritha Mukherjee 

French and English Educator