By R.B. Simpson Unsurprisingly, and like all my fellow boarders, the highlight of our school year was the Christmas holidays, straight after we had written our last end-of-year exam. Six weeks of unrestricted mayhem lay before us! We would rip our ties off and would be playing a last game of touch rugby on the … Continue reading Watching Cricket with My Father
Only They Are Mine – My Parents
By Sahaj Sabharwal When everyone is there, concerned with their own lives, Only they are here with me, Not concerned about themselves, But with my life only. When everyone is against me, Only they are with me, And as they believe me and know me well , Are enough against any number of people … Continue reading Only They Are Mine – My Parents
Only They Are Mine–My Parents
By Sahaj Sabharwal When everyone is there, concerned with their own lives, Only they are here with me, Not concerned about themselves, But with my life only. When everyone is against me, Only they are with me, And as they believe me and know me well , Are enough against any number of people … Continue reading Only They Are Mine–My Parents
Poems by James Mulhern
The Crosswalk Today I saw a father and son stepping onto the crosswalk. I braked and watched them pass. Son on father’s shoulders, headed to the park with swings. I drove on, thinking of you and wondered why you never lifted me and held my legs or brought me to the swings. But … Continue reading Poems by James Mulhern
“NOTHING MUCH FOR MINORS”
By Sahaj Sabharwal Minors are those less than eighteen, As they don't have knowledge in keen. They don't have a driving licence, As don't have driving sense. Minors are given just pen and page, Their life is not more than a cage. Holiday is not given even on sundays, As their age … Continue reading “NOTHING MUCH FOR MINORS”
Chasing Mr. Jones
By Camille Wilson “I’m not dead.” Those three little words woke me up in the middle of the night. So clear that they made me question whether or not I was in my right mind. I sat up, confused. An array of scattered thoughts and emotions struck me and pulsated through my brain. I looked over … Continue reading Chasing Mr. Jones
Academy of the Heart And Mind 