Charlie- the Melodist

Fingers on the piano running wild
The tune being played goes on mild.
I stare at him like to star is a child
He plays as if the piano was for him styled

Every key sings a special song
Shows it has been time, I've waited long
Something tells me that this is not wrong
And that he'll be there to make me strong

His eyes piercing my soul
Changing its colour from dark coal
Pupils widening like a big black hole
He now owns my heart he secretly stole

His music sounding better with every cadence
As beautiful as the city of Florence
To him, one can lose all his sense
In his music, like a fog it's dense

He brings my interests out so fast
Always so full of chaste
Listens to the whole thing, never in a haste
Feels so different with him, like some sort of spell cast

The perfect time is with our chats
Cuddling closer & closer just like cats
Even though we have some fights and swats
We share a relationship like cheese and rats

We have our own corny things
Just like a unicorn and her wings
I'm so impressed by the way he sings
Wish there'll be a day when we both wear the special rings

-Chinmayee Kulkarni

Morphing From Day to Night

A river flowing long and wide,
The sound of splattering I hear.
No place for the sun to hide,
The sky so blue and clear.

A dam is being made by a beaver
For the water to stop then and there
The fish pushing out garbage from the sewer,
Jumping with joy is a hare.

He plays through the bushes and the trees' cover
From morning 'til afternoon.
Trying to chase the butterflies that hover
Not tiring any soon.

The fish spend their time underwater
Chatting along like a chime
Rush to their home when it gets hotter
Come out when its sublime.


The tadpoles discover the new world
Into which they have been borne
Swimming around the plants that curled
Careful not to hit on a thorn.

Frogs pouncing on pebbles to keep a watch
on their little cubs;
And onto every stone they've clutched
against the other rubs.

Time passes as slow as a snail
The sun reaches its bed.
Heading home tired are quails
Knowing there's a tougher day ahead.

The schools of fish are swimming home
led by their night lamps,
Like somewhere away from here
The pigs come out from swamps.

Everyone sleeps with the owl's lullaby;
No eyes flinging open
Bird comfortably in their nest lie
The hare knows his play is done.

The owls talk to each-other
But every hoot like a whisper;
Guarding over their brothers
and every little sister.

The moon smiles over the pleasant view
Everything sleeping quiet
Standing in the night's purple hue
Stars shining in their own riots.

Only the river seems hyper,
no change in it's sound;
Not so much loud is a viper,
for that matter a hound.

She flows in the aroma
of the flowers bloomed at night.
Enjoy the atmosphere on her own
and limits at her own heights.

-Chinmayee Kulkarni

The Champion of Spin

And up goes the finger!
Says the commentator
Ashwin rules over them,
like on a country does a dictator.

Taking those super-wickets
with his carrom ball
Overcomes every obstacle
with a 5-wicket haul

With the No.1 test playing nation
plays games like a child,
Gets them outnumbered,
the shock isn't mild

His bowling skills and the sun

have a forever rise,
They both don't set at all
It's just that the light hides.

He's nicknamed 'Ash'
by his own team,
But turns his opponents into one,
Shining like the sun's beam.

He's best friends with the ball
and also with the bat,
Knocks out the bowler swiftly,
To him, I raise my hat.

Salute to him who played
on this very ground,
Thank you mesmerizing us,
and showing the very looks of South Africa, very well astound.

We will remember you forever
not only because of your throws,
But also for your national duty,
Playing even when there's a big problem you know.

But there is a small question
that I want to ask,
Was the wicket designed for you
so as to complete your tasks?

-Chinmayee Kulkarni

Grassland

When you swipe the pages of magazines,
standing at the bus stand
You see some minor things and some grand.
At environment section, you give a land.
After seeing a different gland,
There are many biomes on the Earthy land.
It's telling you about grassland.

After reading a half, you huff,
Curiously seeing a Zebra, Hippo or Giraffe
Maybe remembering Madagascar you can let out a laugh.
It's features are amazing, you'll never put the book off.

There are two types, tropical and temperate,
the short-and-long grass, the freshness feels great

They both share one or another trait.

The place is a great picnic treat,
The animals will lovingly greet
The grass will softly touch your feet
This experience you'll never meet.
Try to give this a hand
 You'll enjoy a grassland

-Chinmayee Kulkarni