Scribbled Thoughts

Die atlast, I will Just bones and flesh left behind. Don’t discard them out please Pile them up for my memory Just let them shout out To the unwavering people Of what life was and is And this beautiful heaven of earth And that I love my dear ones If only I could stay alive!!!

Not placed far away is my college Where I left/felt my life and being The temple where I learned off Love, friends and brotherhood. Cast away from here, I was, After my studies, it was like The death of someone near I couldn’t fathom the loss. The classrooms, library, grounds And the canteen, where we lived through The places that gave us life and power Where love and understanding grew. I was too young then To realise one day I’l be back How often have I thought of going back To the place I felt belonged. Just to peer out through the open classroom window To run about playfully in the ground To sit happily on the college outer wall To converse with my dear teachers….. You all wouldn’t believe dears, That I had a blessed college That I am so proud off and loves To guide one through the way of life. I, who lost my way in the world of haziness Now yearns to be back home To receive love and respect From thee, my alma mater.

Here is to the cruel world Saneness undiluted in words Proclaiming the demise of a soul Which will not court attention. Life was my wealth Problems my health. Endured myself hardships Never to find consolation. No one will ever notice The absence my soul creates Life goes along fast paced My relations hurrying to keep pace. Have I run my life? Or was being made to run? Here I say bye to all Walked the dreaded path along. Thanks I should say to whom? Parents who brought me into the machine And never taught how to live? Or the teachers who taught the subject And who forgot the values of life? To my peers who kept me out? To the so called friends who kicked me in back? To the employer who fired me out? To the lover who dumped me for nothing? Never would they deserve even this note. I tell you, my self, You were the only one, who was with me, My regards to you, who has started dying, Bear with me this one good deed I do. @allen(20.06.11)

Myself, The Poet Anonymous is my presence Yet my presence is everywhere I see things you too see But different is the way I see. I ponder for the real life, But not for the reel life. The words I scribble down Comes directly from my heart. Poems, a shower of bliss My heart pours out in a fizz. Weightless is my being The moment I finish my poem . Should I make myself known For my readers to feel with me Their vision can be my mission When I paint the social cause.       The poet in me rejoices When you feel along with me My death arises when you Throw my work aside.  @allen(18.06.11)

Enhancing children’s listening ability   In today’s world we have many factors that contribute to the reduction of listening ability of children. Some of the distractions of this phenomenon are cell phones, Video games and television. These factors demand attention to be paid to them rather and results in losing the listening ability. While focusing many things at once, we are hampering the listening ability.   From the study conducted by National Institute of Mental Health, what we can infer is that long exposure to video games and television will result in brain developing scan and shift focus. It might be in the expense of those that need more attention. There are sounds and distraction a lot that children needn’t hear. This can cause the depreciation of listening span. Hopefully there are some techniques that can be done to improve the listening ability. They are as following: 1.       What you can do is to limit the exposure to television and vi...

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