The last spark of light
Raghav Pardasani, AIS Pushp Vihar, X
Houston Grand Prix. 4:16 PM. His hazel eyes flickered. The whole situation seemed incongruous to him. Overwhelmed, sweat trickled down his spine. The heat inside the car had rapidly increased, and adrenaline coursed through his entire system, charging him up. He revved up the engine. It made a low murmur which swelled into a rattling noise. It didn’t move but rather started to growl like a wild cat, waiting to pounce on its prey. The thought of a final race made the veteran tighten his nerves and pinch his guts. He skipped a heartbeat and felt his veins turn ice-cold. Axel could hear nothing as the moment swallowed him whole.
Axel somewhere knew that people wanted to see him fly down the course faster than fear, one last time. However, his last ride was threatened as he sensed an abnormal amount of heat coming from below his seat. He thought the seat would melt any minute. The fire rose dramatically which kept flickering at regular intervals, as if performing a ballet. He shut his eyes gently, his head swivelled. The chequered flag didn’t wave for the race to start. While having random contemplations, he thought of how he wanted that one last experience of the unadulterated rush. He decided to lose his last battle as he had already won the war.
The setback elicited an eerie silence that settled in the stands; Axel’s car went up in flames as he walked away for the last time, disqualified. He held up his head as memories flooded his senses. He had been there and done it all. Even when his last day as a racer was nothing but dust and ashes, his past rose like a phoenix from the very same remains, like a true champion. Flashing lights faded as he bid his illustrious career adieu with a standing ovation and an all too familiar thunder of applause.
WORDS VERSE
Life’s a jigsaw puzzle
Sapriya Sharma AIS Saket, X C
Life’s merely a jigsaw puzzle
Half fun and half trouble
Where fate breaks the bubble
Fitting pieces big and small
Difficulty looms in it all
The choices might be foul
Each piece when twirled
Helps in figuring our world
Logic makes the mind swirl
Begin to set yourself free
Find your happiness and glee
From worries, you must flee
Some pieces yet to fit
Are found with great spirits
People showing off their merits
Join the pieces with care
With love make them cling
Precious things don’t bling
Brace yourself for tough times
When the alarms actually ring
It’s time to break the dime!
Stay safe rather than sorry
Don’t break the set rules
And avoid being called a fool
For some pieces never fit
Simply leaving you in a pit
So you must pick your pieces
Try to rise and to shine
You have a whole wide world
Yet to leave far behind
The imperceptible power
Tanishka Roy, AIS Gur 43, XII
God is mighty great
God is the mighty one
In all of his brilliant wonders
Does the same power run?
No one can really see it
No one can actually feel it
Everything sweet and sour
Is provided by this power
But there still is a question
That truly strikes our mind
Can this power truly guide
The ignorant and the blind?
We will try to find answers
In all the unusual places
In these holy books and
In between all the graces
Faith is a tool for us all
To save us when we fall
It optimises the bright mind
And untangles the intertwined
It’s neither a leap of faith
Nor is it a divine force
It is a truly hidden power
Helpful in the life’s course
Belief gives us great strength
Whenever we are in need
It grows naturally
Once you plant its seed
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