tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89711581484028921772024-03-05T23:43:41.875+05:30Kiddylane - Anoushka SabnisAre you a bibliophile? Does the idea of a fictional world fascinate you, as much as it does me? Well, here at Talesmith, you will discover poems, enthralling short-stories, thought-provoking essays and quotidian thoughts, across various genres! Come on, and lose yourself in this amaaazing world of tales :)The Talesmithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11852484617494990999noreply@blogger.comBlogger77125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971158148402892177.post-19586228776238392162020-05-26T19:41:00.001+05:302020-06-07T20:08:07.700+05:30What peace means to me
What peace means to me -
Is a world with smiles and glee!
No wars or terrorist attacks,
Or stolen goods in sacks.
Friendship and peace is all we want,
Bear hugs, warm handshakes, no fingers to point, no people to taunt.
Thieves or kidnappers, goodbye to them.
Nothing to worry about, whether gold or gem.
Violence is what is stopping peace,
With violence gone, no heads will The Talesmithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11852484617494990999noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971158148402892177.post-27788152604833882432018-11-17T18:12:00.000+05:302018-11-17T18:45:44.269+05:30The earth I want to see when I grow up
The Earth I Want to See When I Grow Up
Our Earth started out as nothing but a lifeless rock, a negligible piece of a huge explosion. Now, with one-hundred-ninety-two countries, their jigsaw put together as seven massive continents, a population of seven billion, with millions of scientific, innovative, artistic, unique minds, our planet is magical! I feel fortunate to live on The Talesmithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11852484617494990999noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971158148402892177.post-24288649955095655592018-02-25T19:49:00.000+05:302018-02-25T19:49:58.909+05:30Why Children?
Recently, I had been thinking about stereotypes and discrimination and whatnot. Then I realized that there is one more new stereotype that people (mostly adults) have made : 'Children can't do it'.
Why can't they? Who said kids can't do certain things? Is there some neurological problem with kids' brains?
Not that I or any of my family members has ever heard of any and my family is The Talesmithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11852484617494990999noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971158148402892177.post-2299882940647977622018-01-17T20:31:00.000+05:302018-01-18T11:49:40.801+05:30A thought on Gender Equality
Hi! My name is Anoushka. One day, I was watching KBC (Kaun Banega Crorepati) on television and a thought suddenly passed by my head.
Well, I didn't actually let the thought pass by, I caught it and kept it in my head!
I thought that in India, a lot of people in the rural areas didn't allow girls to go to schools or colleges to study. Women couldn't do jobs; they thought The Talesmithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11852484617494990999noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971158148402892177.post-24992553096912301982017-12-11T19:23:00.001+05:302017-12-11T19:23:21.969+05:30Sunrise (poem)
As the pale yellow light spreads across the sky,
The morning bird chirps shrill and high.
The trees and flowers are painted with dew,
The butterfly wakes up, feeling beautiful and new.
And as people wake up slowly, rubbing their eyes,
Far in the Eastern side, they see the sunrise.
~ Anoushka Sabnis
The Talesmithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11852484617494990999noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971158148402892177.post-14828846025311003782017-11-06T09:46:00.000+05:302017-11-06T09:46:29.056+05:30Ping pong ball (poem)
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The Talesmithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11852484617494990999noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971158148402892177.post-7609064392750723652017-09-17T22:38:00.001+05:302017-09-17T22:39:40.265+05:30The old lady's mother (poem)When I was born,My mother hugged me tight.Not a fear was there in life.When I was a toddler,My mother held my finger.And I walked for the very first time.When I was a 7-year old,My mother taught me ten plus ten was twentyAnd my knowledge developed.When I was a teenager,My mother kept nagging.I was so irritated.When I joined an office,My mother invested a lot in me.She was a great mentor.When I The Talesmithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11852484617494990999noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971158148402892177.post-79355251766544606292017-08-28T00:01:00.001+05:302017-08-28T00:05:19.234+05:30Way to go, Tiddlewoo! (poem)I wanted to go to Tiddlewoo,To Tiddlewoo I wanted to go.I asked a rabbit where it was,But he just said 'Ho!'I went ahead and saw a dog,'Grr!', said he, oh no!Walked further till saw the mouse,And ah! 'Squee!' was synonym for no!Board came, 'Tiddlewoo: 100000 km'Sooo many zeros! Whoa!Saw bird and asked, 'Tiddlewoo be where?'Said she, 'Cheep cheep' What?? Nooo!I walked and walked and walked The Talesmithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11852484617494990999noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971158148402892177.post-75165245505128595872017-08-13T23:21:00.001+05:302020-05-26T19:36:18.228+05:30Summertime! (poem)
Longer days and shorter nights (Raheim Robinson)
A joy reckless and wild (Abbey Silent)
Drifting away in the summer wind (Natalia Huja)
While the moon shines (Julie T. Spence)
Water was flowing down the stream (Nirbhay Kwatra)
Weather gets warmer and fruits riper (Mohammad Zibadel)
The butterflies are floating through the air (Alice G.)
Ice cream I bring (Mike Milne)
~ Anoushka The Talesmithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11852484617494990999noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971158148402892177.post-22053939533415998522017-07-30T23:03:00.001+05:302017-07-30T23:05:37.411+05:30Animal cinquains (poem)ElephantGigantic, greyStomping, swaying, trumpetingMajestically moves, this herbivoreMammalBearFurry, aggressiveFishing, biting, hibernatingSnores in the coldOmnivore- Anoushka SabnisThe Talesmithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11852484617494990999noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971158148402892177.post-44886441353815975952017-07-03T23:14:00.001+05:302017-07-03T23:16:04.184+05:30It! (poem)I know something,It was there.In the my houseIt gave me a scare!It tickled my toes,Like with a red rose.It stroked my handLike with a rubber band.When I turned,Only the firewood burned. Nobody was there, I searched everywhere. It was night, nine-past,It all happened fast. It touched, it stroked,It was but soaked. When the lights switched on, I saw It and there was a The Talesmithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11852484617494990999noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971158148402892177.post-36345213556459366382017-06-12T00:24:00.001+05:302017-06-12T00:36:58.397+05:30Inspector Izzy (poem)Hi! I'm Inspector Izzy,And this particular case was really frizzy.There was a thief, who'd robbed a bank,He was at the top of the 'Thief Rank'.We called that guy the Black King,Yup, he's the one who stole the Queen's ring.The bank he'd robbed was a Duke's private one,When the guards saw him, he took out his gun!After a while, someone covered his mouth,He tried to scream, but after a The Talesmithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11852484617494990999noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971158148402892177.post-69421485913242736372017-05-21T22:52:00.001+05:302017-05-21T23:32:36.630+05:30Zombienstein (poem)One night, when I was in bed,I heard a loud crash.There was someone in the house,For the door I made a dash.Downstairs I reached to examinethe kitchen, with a helmet on my head,I heard a drooly munching noise,And wished I were in bed.I tiptoed to the kitchen door,And found a girl there,She looked the same age as me,But had dirty bushy hair.Her dress was full of stains,Red, which looked like bloodThe Talesmithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11852484617494990999noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971158148402892177.post-73982323247918058482017-05-14T22:58:00.001+05:302017-05-14T23:01:57.806+05:30Like a Sunflower (poem)A sunflower is really beautiful,Towards the sun, very dutiful.She turns her head where the sun goes,When night falls, her petals close.She has a height which stuns all flowers,And of nectar, she gives showers.Her yellow petals are her hair,Which she keeps with great care.The prettiest flower? Yes, sunflower is the name.Grows in fields and meadows, she has worldwide fame.She faces the bright sun The Talesmithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11852484617494990999noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971158148402892177.post-49576898252899074892017-04-23T20:52:00.001+05:302017-04-23T22:38:35.506+05:30If I were...
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The Talesmithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11852484617494990999noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971158148402892177.post-56473048149166211192017-04-16T22:14:00.001+05:302017-04-16T22:22:30.261+05:30A Talking Shoe WishIf my shoes could talk,And side by side walk;It would be just awesome,Sometimes irritating, but mostly fun!When it's playtime after school,My shoes would come jumping, as if so cool;They'd shout and say,"Come on, wear us, let's run and play!"When tired I would pant,They'd come up sneakily, like little ants,Those sneakers would sit on my head,And stubbornly not get off my bed!Then sneakily, when The Talesmithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11852484617494990999noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971158148402892177.post-14596865147565568002017-04-09T02:07:00.001+05:302017-04-09T22:20:50.341+05:30My Pet Bat (poem)One late night, I saw a bat,Hanging on a tree,With a gold streak on its wing,It suddenly winked at me! "Can I be your pet?"It swooped down and asked me,Yes, he spoke words in English,A talking bat! But well, I did agree!!A month passed by, frolicking together,Then we tried out something new. He became my hand-glider! Which is only possible for bats rare and few. The Talesmithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11852484617494990999noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971158148402892177.post-30954167556455172862017-04-02T13:17:00.001+05:302017-04-02T13:26:22.275+05:30A Fluttery Dreamer (poem) I am a butterfly,Colourful and small,I may have a silly dream,I may not be prettiest of all.But I don't want to flutter around,I want to soar the sky,My friends all make fun of me, They say things with fie!My dreams, my thoughts,My folks don't agree,I still fly high in the vast sky,So they too can understand and see.One day I flew for hours and hours, Up high with the clouds so The Talesmithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11852484617494990999noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971158148402892177.post-48241659698083192892017-03-26T15:32:00.001+05:302017-03-26T22:24:22.312+05:30Serendipity! (poem)Bingo and Bob, worked in a museum,Cheery men, worked happily with a hum!All the antiques, they kept shiny and clean,The cleanest statues ever seen!One day, when cleaning an antique vase,It started wobbling and ground crashed... Alas!They scampered around, thinking what to do now,"How do we fix this vase, oh how?"Then Bingo exclaimed, "Let's get some glue,And stick the pieces together, woohoo!"BobThe Talesmithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11852484617494990999noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971158148402892177.post-6429146119989814852017-03-19T22:49:00.001+05:302017-03-19T22:49:55.046+05:30When Museum Came to Life (poem)One Sunday, mom said,"Lets go to the museum, get out of bed!"I took my best friend with me,So the museum she could also see!When finally we all reached there,I searched for the Natural History section everywhere!After about five minutes or so,I found my destination, where I wanted to go!To see the animals, my friend and I went,Because all extinct animal models there were kept.After we saw the The Talesmithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11852484617494990999noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971158148402892177.post-1998899062441660782017-03-12T13:50:00.001+05:302017-03-12T19:11:29.223+05:30The Oak inside the Acorn! (poem)I am a tree,A big and ancient oak,I have friendly neighbours,Birds, squirrels and frogs that croak.I love the sky,Fluffy clouds and the sun so bright,My long underground roots,Keep me fit and tight!My leaves are pretty,My fruit is too,It's called the acorn,Squirrels love it; do you?At night, owls and squirrels,Sleep on my branches and in holes,Some animals sleep in the night,Whiles others search The Talesmithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11852484617494990999noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971158148402892177.post-30754286179706148372017-03-05T16:31:00.001+05:302017-03-05T21:51:34.806+05:30ZooZoo! (poem)Today I went to the zooAnd saw many animals there,From lion to bear,Tiger to hare!I saw a part which said,'Rare Animals'So I left the section of seagulls,To where I could here animals growling like cannibals!I was dumbfounded at what I saw,Half a bird, half a frog,Half a turtle, half a dogHalf a cat, half a hog!The bird-frog's name was Biribbit,Dog-turtle was TurtoglesHog-cat was Catog,And a The Talesmithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11852484617494990999noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971158148402892177.post-2714203344785386372017-02-25T20:30:00.001+05:302017-02-26T19:16:47.776+05:30The Big Wash! (poem)On a Sunday morn, mummy said - "Today's your turn to clean clothes in the machine"So I put the dirty ones in and starting working,While the clothes were getting clean!After a while, when they were clean,I went to hang them out,And then I saw another pile of dirty clothes on my bed,Sighed, and turned on the washing machine all about! When I went to hang these out,I wondered if there'll The Talesmithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11852484617494990999noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971158148402892177.post-91659282604912185482017-02-20T20:14:00.001+05:302017-02-21T20:35:19.904+05:30The Salad! (poem)My mommy gave me a salad,Which she said was healthy!It had fruits and veggies green,With nutrients it was wealthy! I took out some black olives,And gave them to Tuffie,Who is my little doggie,Soft and white and fluffy!Then some lettuce went in the dustbin,By me, 'cause they were bland,The green little leaf in the smelly box,Where dumping food was banned! Those little tomatoes and The Talesmithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11852484617494990999noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8971158148402892177.post-49726462949953202572017-02-12T16:36:00.001+05:302017-02-12T19:19:45.061+05:30The Perfect Winter Cocoa! (poem)The perfect winter cocoa,Has loads and loads of chocolate!All sugary, warm and frothy,Finish it with sips and licks, till it leaves a lingering tasteIt is full of all things sweet,And heaps of marshmallows, as we drink, we eat!Gooey and milky, its smell makes my eyes twinkle,I love it more with a kiss of sprinkles.A few dollops of cream could do well too,But only for children, and only a few!The Talesmithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11852484617494990999noreply@blogger.com0