The Tide of the Pensieve

By Sumeet Mathur

Looking for a good book to read? Want to feast your eyes on something new? How about some poetry? On nature, children, love, passion, philosophy? Mind you, it will be worth it! You may find yourself engrossed in it before you can say Tide! So, go on, turn it over. Open it. Atta boy!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Partridge Publishing India
• Release date: Dec 4, 2015
• ISBN: 9781482867886

Sumeet Mathur

An avid reader and a passionate lover of music, this twenty-year-young lad from Chennai, India, is a pursuer of associate company secretaryship, a professional course in commerce involving mainly legal compliance, secretarial standards, and corporate governance. Brought up in a completely book-reading environment, through his family, it was only a matter of time before he started to pen down his own thoughts and ideas about various aspects in life. He has been writing from fifteen and still continues to do so. To write for the love of it and for the happiness of people is his main aim in this endeavor.

Book preview

Poem 1

THE ENDEAVOUR OF ENNOBLING

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People believe:

To change something forever,

It always starts with the Man in The Mirror.

On this Earth, long we have all been,

both aged and teen,

And I believe of all our goals,

The most important should be to ennoble our souls.

For without guilt, we use our world as a fence,

And show it our assumption of reverence,

But what makes the difference,

Is our rigid preference.

Now to save the world from the end of its tether,

The masses of millions must come together.

Because even though we claim it as the Mother of all,

We, each, look to erase it from History's scroll.

For while we cut trees and burn fuel here,

The Earth blinds back tear after tear.

To respect this fact:

To give our evils a strong border,

I believe, an endeavour to heal the world, is in order.

And to give the healing process a direction,

I suggest a bit of introspection,

This way, every man, woman and child,

Would, on Mother Earth, stop being so wild.

Long enough has been postponed a juncture,

Where we think about the future.

For why should the Earth, on us, show pity,

When, to save it, are ready, neither foolish nor witty?

So let us leave a little behind for our kith and kin,

And deprive ego of its biggest win.

For only those are believed human,

Who live and let live.

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Poem 2

LOST IN THE BRITISH LANDS

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Childhood wishes do get fulfilled,

So they say,

and so I pray.

Of Blyton, an involved reader,

A wish to get Lost in those British Lands,

An inevitable outcome.

And dozens of these books were read,

And the longing to visit the country further spread,

For the excitement of the pages, as many brought,

Was nothing compared to the content-inner wrought,

Of descriptions of fields and lands of criss-cross country,

And of the beauty of the hillsides and valleys,

Oh, the longing for these lands,

And the fulfillment never tallies,

The farmhouses, villages and barns, so many,

And the children of these lands, so young

So sweet,

Their voices like honey,