Tanvi Mathur's Blog

Our greatest fear might be those cliched and archetypal phobias and all the other trivial things. But from my experiences, our greatest fear is- failure. People will keep saying the common and démodé proverb, ‘Failure is the stepping stone to success’, even though they know how it feels to have experienced failure. Even though it is a cliched statement, I think it is applicable to a person ragged with failure and having a typo in his influential and encouraging word, ‘self-esteem’. Failure leaves a permanent scar in our heart. We get so paranoid about it that we begin to sacrifice our energy and sweat upon it. Failure does have pros and cons, but I do believe that failure makes us more inclined to our goal. Whenever I fail, I always keep repeating the same line in my prostrate mind- ‘Why do we fall? We fall so that we learn to pick ourselves up’. To be an achiever someday, work throughout the night, burn the midnight lamp to be a great person someday who leaves a permanent mark in ...

Caressed by the fresh breeze While all the flowers console me When the birds twitter And the sun glistens I feel as fresh as spring! Rosy, pink flowers smile at me The breezy air flows through me Like gold The flowers glisten Like future They are mysterious Lilies look in full life When the sunflower look full in the sky And even though I wish to be a flower, I am happy to be the lover of flowers! When the nature is a canvas of colours When the flowers are myriad How can someone imagine, To destroy the deity’s creation! When the green canopy of the tree Surrounds me completely I feel I am wearing a diadem of a king When the butterflies come hovering around They think I am a flower flourishing Aren’t we fortunate enough To find an earth Where anything impossible Is possible!

A golden veil glistened on my eye No plant, no rye As far as an eye could stretch All one could see, was a blanket of gold Arduous travellers in search of shade Among Arabian sands, Every flicker of hopelessness entered Sand was but, ubiquitous As we looked on listlessly, Reminiscing auld lang syne, Aura of roses, jasmines, and marigold The wind of sand blindfolded us with its pinching arms, The arid weather was but a devil, With all its might, it trapped us in a plight, A predicament no greater, Had put up a blight, Putting up a ruse of mirage, A raging heat had now risen

Under the shade of a tree I find many apples above me With its lustrous red Glowing on my cheeks As the sun cast its red rays on our tree I feel I am wearing a diadem of a king When the green leaves nourish the skin of mine I go back to Auld Lang Syne Into my memories When the sky turns pink I realize that it’s nearly sunrise And it m akes me rise Under the shade of a tree There are leaves around me I smell the aroma of fruits and flowers That put a whiff of perfume on me They have a diversity of colours Pink, blue, orange and red! When I sit under a tree I feel god is sitting next to me! Back to the Top

Dibble-Dibble-Dopp-Dopp Pitter Patter Patter That’s the way the rain falls Plop! Plop! Plop! The frogs jump in Flick-Flack-a-Fleck The boy gets wet Achoo! The boy sneezes Ah! The rain stopped Yeh! The children run out Bhao! Bhao! The dogs bark Meow, the cats run away Hissss, the snakes slither in Clip Clop, The horse comes in Chirp Chirp, the birds fly away Buzz, the bees make honey Caw Caw, the crows distress Croak Croak, the frogs run away! Back to the Top