Literary Vibes - Edition CLIII (30-May-2025) - YOUNG MAGIC
Title : Mother Bird (Painting courtesy Julian Lenju)
Julian Lenju, born on Nov 12, 2013, is the son of Capt. Lenju Paul and Dr Jennifer Sakhya. He is a student of Dawn International School in Ernakulam, Kerala. He is in the sixth grade now. He likes to paint and when he is with his grandmother, Prof. Latha Prem Sakhya, the famous painter, he indulges in it. He paints only what he likes. Being untutored, he tries to imitate what he sees. He made his first painting on a hard board when he was three years old. It is proudly displayed in his grandmother's house. He and his younger brother communicate in a language that is close to Hindi, a register the siblings created, which only they understand. Apart from painting, he is also keen on playing football.
Table of Contents :: Young Magic
01) Anura Parida
BY THE RIVER
02) ANKIT'S POEMS
WHISPERS OF THE WIND
MOONLIGHT MAGIC
A FRIEND
NATURE`S SMILE
THE BOOK
RAINFALL RHYME
LONELY STAR
THE PAINTER
HOPE
TIME
THE BOOK
THE BOOK
03) Rohith V Rahul
RUNNY THE CLEVER CROW
04) Juan Lenju
BROTHER AND SISTER
Anura Parida
Grass sprouts in the middle of rocks,
By the river, I stand there.
The rocks are flat and placed like blocks,
Sways with the wind, my hair.
My feet in the silt of sand,
Beyond the river is another land.
Lush and green, thriving with life,
Silent ripples ripple with delight.
In the abyss, the bird sings,
It echoes with the wind.
Off in the sky, fluttering its wings
The fish, underwater, flutters its fins.
A handful of pebbles held by my hand,
I throw some of these small pieces of land.
The force disrupting the sand,
Wondering where the rock is submerged in this water band.
A lion reminded by the low thunder rumble,
The clouds rolling in the sky.
They roll as they tumble,
The molten sun now says goodbye.
I am Anura Parida, a 12-year-old creative writer currently studying in the 8th grade. Ever since I can remember, words have been my closest companions, and poetry has become my heartfelt expression.
Through my writing, I explore the tapestry of emotions that color my world – from the joy of friendship to the contemplation of life's mysteries.
Besides being a writer, I am an avid reader, devouring classics and contemporary literature alike, which helps me expand my creative horizons.
Art, in all its forms, holds a special place in my heart, and I enjoy sketching and painting to complement my poetic musings. Thank you for reading, and I look forward to sharing this beautiful world of creative writing with you all!
ANKIT'S POEMS
The wind it whispers through the trees,
A song of time and drifting leaves.
It tells of days both old and new,
And skies once gray now painted blue.
The moonlight dances on the sea,
A silver spell of mystery.
It bathes the world in quiet glow,
A dream where only night can go.
A friend is like a gentle breeze,
That lifts you up with quiet ease.
Through joy and pain, they always stay,
A light that never fades away.
The morning rose with golden hue,
The flowers bloomed with drops of dew.
The birds all sang their sweetest song,
And nature smiled the whole day long.
Within the pages worlds arise,
With dragons, dreams, and endless skies.
Each line a door, each word a key,
To lands unknown and thoughts set free.
Pitter-patter on the pane,
Softly comes the evening rain.
Washing worries far away,
Making room for a brand new day.
A star alone in midnight’s dome,
Wanders far, yet calls it home.
Though no one sees it every night,
It burns with quiet, steady light.
She paints the sky with sunset’s flame,
With every shade she knows by name.
The clouds become her blushing art,
A canvas made with all her heart.
Hope is a candle in the dark,
A single flame, a tiny spark.
But when the night is cold and long,
That little light can make us strong.
Time walks softly, never loud,
With sun and stars, behind a cloud.
It leaves no footprints, takes no rest,
Yet moves us all, both cursed and blessed.
Within the pages worlds arise,
With dragons, dreams, and endless skies.
Each line a door, each word a key,
To lands unknown and thoughts set free.
A whispered tale, a hero's quest,
A villain's scheme, a treasure chest.
The paper hums with silent sound,
Where magic waits to be unbound.
So hold it close, begin the ride,
Let stories be your faithful guide.
For in a book, you’ll always find,
A world beyond the edge of mind.
Within the pages worlds arise,
With dragons, dreams, and endless skies.
Each line a door, each word a key,
To lands unknown and thoughts set free.
A whispered tale, a hero's quest,
A villain's scheme, a treasure chest.
The paper hums with silent sound,
Where magic waits to be unbound.
So hold it close, begin the ride,
Let stories be your faithful guide.
For in a book, you’ll always find,
A world beyond the edge of mind.
Ankit Sahoo is a student of Grade 9 at Global Indian Model School at Cuttack, Odisha. A son of teacher-parents, he is a brilliant student and has a deep passion for literature. He is highly talented and is a poet and writer of great promise. He has won the Story Mirror App Best Young Writer Award in 2023 and the Pen award in 2024. He was placed 3rd at the Block Level Essay Writing Competition organised by Sambada in 2024.
Rohith V Rahul
Once upon a time , there was a crow named Runny. Runny was a very clever bird who always found creative ways to get food—though often after many tries.
One sunny afternoon, a boy named Robert was feeding his pet kitten, Rupert. Robert gave Rupert some tasty chicken bones, and the little cat devoured them with joy. But from a nearby branch, Runny watched, his beady eyes filled with envy.
He wanted those chicken bones.
Runny tried to swoop down and steal them, but every time he got close, Rupert hissed and scared him away.
Frustrated but determined, Runny gathered his crow friends to gang up on Rupert. But the moment they got near, the fierce little kitty scared them all off—yes, even the mighty Runny!
Still undeterred, Runny hatched another plan.
This time, he brought a strange, squeaky toy he had found and dropped it a short distance away from Rupert. The curious kitten couldn’t resist. With a delighted pounce, Rupert ran toward the toy to play with it.
Runny seized the moment and flew straight to the chicken bones.
But—oh no! The plate was empty.
He had forgotten to check if the bones were still there!
Disappointed and still hungry, Runny flew back to his nest.
Then he had another idea.
He visited the nest of the oldest and wisest pigeon he knew—the Pigeon King. This pigeon was seven years old, a great age for birds like Runny Who just had his 4th birthday party last week
“Hello, Your Flightfulness,” Runny said, bowing his beak respectfully.
“Oh, hello there, my what-now dear crow?” replied the Pigeon King with a chuckle.
“I’ve been trying to get some chicken bones from a cat,” Runny explained. “I need your wisdom.”
“Hm... I might help you,” said the King. “But first, a test! Since you are a crow, let’s see if you can complete a little quest.”
“I’ll do anything!” said Runny. “I must have those bones!”
“Very well,” said the King. “Do you eat vegetarian?”
“Well, uh... sometimes, when there’s nothing else,” Runny replied. “But I prefer meat.”
The Pigeon King nodded. “Bring me four papaya seeds, eight watermelon seeds, and two pumpkin seeds. Pigeons like me love seeds.”
“Okay! And then you’ll share your wisdom?”
“I will,” promised the King.
Runny returned with all the seeds. But just as he handed them over, the King spoke again.
“Now for the final test—the Test of Silence. You must sit in a dark, covered nest for five birdian minutes.”
“How long is that?” asked Runny.
“About ten minutes,” said the King.
Runny agreed. He was placed in the dark nest, determined to pass. When the time was up, he stepped out...
Only to find the nest empty. The Pigeon King and his followers were gone.
Runny had been tricked! They had stolen his seeds—and their own food too—and disappeared.
Runny flew away, sad, hungry and angry.
Back in his nest, he sighed. “Will I ever get the chicken bones?” he thought.
As if things couldn’t get worse, a storm suddenly rolled in. Thunder crashed. Rain poured. The great tree where Runny lived shook violently in the wind.
“Oh, just great! Now a storm too!” he grumbled.
But after an hour and a half of relentless rain, Runny sat up. An idea formed in his clever little mind. An idea that would finally end Rupert’s reign over the chicken bones.
That night, Runny slept peacefully, confident in his plan.
At dawn, he awoke and flew to the great old tree where Rupert always ate.
He searched for a tender branch with ample number of leaves just above the spot where rupert usually enjoy his juicy chicken bones
He found one and waited there for his rival,Ruperts arrival.
He felt every minutes like hours, but he waited patiently.
By the time lot of waterdrops fell over runny from branches above, but he sat there shedding away those drops from his wings.
His fellow crows looked at his weird waiting without fetching the days food.
At last,the master and rupert stepped out from their dwelling.
After the last stormy nights wait, the master has brought a big chunk of juicy chicken with bones
The master placed the chicken chunk on the usual spot and went inside.
the cat started chomping away on chicken bones like usual.
Runny quietly gripped the branch just above Rupert very well . He shook the branch as hard as he could —and the dew from the stormy night fell on rupert like cold drops of rain.
Startled and dripping, Rupert yowled and ran off to dry himself.
Runny didn’t waste a second. He swooped down to the plate like a diving falcon towards his long-awaited feast.
Rupert turned and hissed—but it was too late.
Our clever hero, Runny, had finally outwitted them all.
And at last... he got his grand, glorious chicken bones.
After enjoying the chicken bones, Runny sat in his nest, deep in thought.
"Even though I don’t like eating seeds," he murmured, "I still miss them.
It’s all because of those pigeons. If it weren’t for them, I’d still have my seeds. One day… I’ll take more than they ever could."
Rohith V Rahul. Is a student of 6th grade in Thiruvanathapuram. He is the only child of his parents. He says it is for this reason that he loves to read books and they turn to be his brothers and sisters. He also enjoys sci-fi movies, long journeys, adventurous games, explorations, melodies…... His dream is to be someone who can make others' days better.
Juan Lenju
I am Juan Lenju, brother of Julian Lenju. I am in the fourth grade at Dawn International School. I am nine years old, kind and friendly, and looking out for adventures. I like making new friends, swimming, playing football and drawing. I sketch very fast and most of my drawings end up like cartoons. That is what my grandma says. I am happy helping others and animals and even insects. I like learning new things and even languages. I communicate in Hindi with my sibling, which only we understand. Sometimes, I create on-the-spot short stories and recite them to the amazement of my granny, who says it is spoken word poetry. My aim, now is to become a footballer. I also like to make people around me laugh and smile. I like being called Dany, which is my pet name.
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