Carbon:

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The carbon represents the journey of man born on the earth buried under various pressures,but as he leave this earth he seem to have transformed into a diamond

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When I look back at what I was

There I am standing black and dark

Under the earth buried for years

And then one day, people came to mine my kind, with lots of fears

We were black and dark called Coal

They burnt my kind alive for their goal

But I remained buried there for years

And the fire beneath me dried my tears

I begin to move deeper and deeper

Into the earth, my path to my goal had become steeper

Most of my kind left me and went to the surface

Where they were cut and sliced, what a disgrace

They who cut them felt they were soft and light

They who cut them use them to write

I had tried to stop them, I knew they weren’t right

Anyways these brutes called those of my kind graphite

I thought I would be buried here forever alone

I felt helpless and what I had seen had left my soul torn

I no longer felt the burden of the earth above

No longer the heat of the earth below

I kept digging deeper and deeper

Something told me there was no point being a weeper

The Vulcan deep under in depth of the earth

Blasted out when he came to know what had occurred

His flames touched me and made me invincible

I reached the surface where I was ready to meet the terrible

My enemies found cutting me incredible

And I was no longer inflammable

They proclaimed me the hardest stone

The most precious that woman adorn

Most of them want me to be their own

I am a Diamond and no longer burnt

-The Firebird

The KINGHTS of Methuselah

This is a true homage to all people who put up a fight Any resemblance to Any one still living or half dead is accidental And is not regretted

-Sreenivas Subramanian

The KINGHTS of Methuselah

No swords nor did they have armor

But they fought, THE MEN OF HONOR

The war against the bugs began

All others deserted them and ran

But at the battle of Methuselah, were born the knights

They fought the monsters of sleep with red eyes, day and night

Their socks began stinking

But their empty minds didn’t stop thinking

Their royal robes were dirty and tainted

Thank god nobody fainted. (Oh! that white shirt. U know who I am talking about)

Then came the might enemy THE NULL POINTER and they hit the ground flat

Will some one please RESTART the TOMCAT?(\startup.bak)

The monster of sleep wounded a knight

But he woke up and fought thanks to the bearers of light (thanks guys or I would have slept through the test)

When surrounded completely by the enemy carts

A knight danced and robbed their hearts (kajarare kajarare mind u bollywood rocks)

All they did is Google

Their dinner was cup noodle (yuk……..)

Inspired by the knight, the champions were not to be left behind

They fought and drove home hard and the weather was not kind (is there some one who needs a jacket while driving an activa home at 2:00 in the night)

Then rose a man from the dead

I feel he was shot on his head

If I am not wrong his name was Scott

He replied a why? With a why not?

The army at the battle grew in size

Believe it was not a blessing in disguise

Days went by but to watch the knight fight was a treat

Bored and tired sleep began its retreat

But the fight was far from over

On the D-day they fought gulshan grover (stupid questions from the audience)

The fight was over and the enemy down

Customer our king was happy he still had is crown

People celebrated and danced that night

Even they forgot the worthy knights

So here I write

About the men who put up a fight

On the day graduation

Its time for the knights celebration

Calling all Knights…….

-the firebird

Mariners Compass

This is a story about a dad and his son

A son who wanted to sail in the oceans for fun

The son pecked his dad to fulfill his dream

So his dad gave him a ship which shined as the sun’s beam

The son took his friend along in the ship for a sail

His dad threw a box in his direction and said use it when your friends fail

The son caught the box and tucked it into his pocket

He adjusted the sails and the ship soared like a rocket

The ocean was calm; his friends helped him direct the ship

They went deeper into the ocean, as the sun began taking a dip

Who would have guessed that this would get dirty?

The light had gone and the clouds came to the party

The ocean began to rumble and churn

And the son didn’t know which way to turn

The sails realized they were imperfect

And the ocean decided which way to redirect

As the ship swirled from left to right

His friend ran away, leaving him alone to fight

He remembered what his dad had told him and reached for his pocket

He opened the box and found a small docket

It said the arrow tip in the instrument show you the way

Follow it my son and you shall never sway away

He looked at the instrument showing him his direction

He hoisted the sails and was back in action

The sails put there mistakes behind

As weather grew unkind

For days the son sailed directed by his instrument

The oceans had been silenced, but he drove against the current

His friends returned back to their loyalty

And the ocean back to its serenity

he could now see the shore

and his dad smiling from the door

he got down from the ship

and climbed on to his fathers hip

what is this dad he asked? Pointing to the instrument

its your conscience he replied with a crescent J

In the above story the son represents our soul

Senses our friends, the sails our intelligence, the ship our body,

the ocean our mind and the instrument the compass our conscience which always

knows which way to go use it when your mind plays games say the dad… our lord

-the firebird