My Scholarly Poetry Collection - Sample 2

The Universe!
Written on 3 May 2005

Space starts where solid ground ends
Aliens have different kinds of friends

Each galaxy has a name
From the big bang galaxies came

In the universe there may be aliens
I think some of them are Pormaliens

Space has light years in stead of miles
Stars are together in piles

Galaxy we are in is the Milky way
We can't see star clusters during the day

Comet belt is made of ice
Every day the sun will rise

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Pencils!
Composed - May 2005

Pencils are made of lead
Books are red

Pencils are used for writing
Matches are used for lighting

Pencils have to be sharpened
Carpenter’s wood has to be carved

Children use pencils
People eat Popsicles

Pencils are made of wood
People eat food

Pencils are used to write stories
Trucks are called Lorries

Pencils are very thin
Their leads are sharp like a pin

Some pencils are made of plastic
The camel is fantastic

Pencils wood are made from trees
A part of our body is the knees

For some pencils you have to put the lead in
No body should ever do a sin

Some pencils are used for colouring
In spring the trees are flowering

Pencils are in plenty
Forty plus fifty is ninety

Some pencils are very long
You erase it if it’s wrong

Some pencils have light bulb toppers
To the trash goes the candy wrapper!

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The Hungry man!
May 2005

The Hungry man
Had a pan
To the shop he ran

He saw nothing except butter
Then he saw a cutter
He bought both and gave
40 rupees to the cashier

The butter made him happy
Then he saw a monkey
He got 100 rupees
He was very lucky!

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Memories from my first concert

Bangalore,
11th March 2007,
Dear Diary,
Today is a big day for me. I am going to sing at the “Thiruvaiyaru in Bangalore” at the Seva Sadan, in Malleswaram, Bangalore. This will also be the first time I am singing with accompaniments. Unfortunately, I had very high fever from yesterday evening. My heart is beating very fast and I could not sleep all night. I was so weak that I couldn’t even stand and I didn’t now how I was going to sing.
I was going to be accompanied by a violin and mridhangam. I was going to sing two songs – Brochevarevare in raga Sri Rangini, Mamavaragurama in Saranga. I was supposed to do Aalaparna for Brochevarevare. I was also supposed to put swaras for Brochevarevare.
When I was practising I realised I was breathing too fast because I had fever. I had a music class this morning for perfection. I wish I sing well today as I have practised a lot.
It was 12 noon. I had rasam rice and got ready for going to the place where I had to sing. My father dropped me at the spot where I had to sing. I had to wait a while before I could sing. Before I was to sing I had severe fever. I had to sit under the fan to avoid myself from fainting. Soon it was my turn to sing.
In Carnatic Music, the artists do not practise or rehearse before hand. It is truly an extempore performance. I came to know an aunty (I don’t know the name) was playing the violin and Hemant uncle, the mridhangam maestro Sri Shreemushnam Rajarao’s son was to play the mridhangam. What an opportunity and feeling!
I got on the stage, told the people who were listening what I was going to sing and began with the Aalaparna for Brochevarevare. It began well. Soon I completed the song and went into Swaras. God willing, I could remember the swaras and they all synchronized with the thalams. It ended well with the claps from the audience. I saw my Guru Shashikiran uncle, helping me with the thalams when I was doing the swarams. I am sure that he felt very proud of me and I could see the smile on his face when I completed. Then I sang the fast piece, Mamavaragurama. I felt very happy and proud of myself when I completed singing. My father was recording and I could see my mother sitting on the first row and crying after I finished. They must have been really happy and proud of me.
I was grasping for breath when I sang but still it went well. In spite of my fever I sang very well. I think it was only due to God’s Grace and Thyagaraja’s blessings that I could sing.

Yours truly,
Aadith.