The Faery queen said:
Write me something light and fluffy,
golden like a chick.
Write me something bright and funny,
like a rainbow candy stick.
The Puck replied:
Write you something candy floss;
Write you something on the way-
Write you something dental floss;
Wanting you to come and say!
‘Write me something not so deadly,
Write me something of the wind-
Write me something calm and sadly-
Write me something pop and mint…’
And the Bard smiled:
Sing to me a song,
A soothing lullaby,
Make me feel like I belong,
As the night goes by & by
The Puck winked:
I will sing you a song-
A lullaby of night!
I will sing you the craziness-
Of heavenly delight!
Oh, old Bard:
And the stars will shine bright,
The moonbeams light your dance,
Twinkling in delight,
As you twirl & swirl & prance…
And the rainbow is a highway,
And the moonbeam is a song.
The elves have come to stay-
Nothing can go wrong…
Faery chimed in:
The pot of gold is virgin yet,
Crowned by the silver leaves.
Washed in moonlight,touched with love-
Protected by the breeze..
The Bard replied:
So let the fires roar,
Turn the music high,
Come lady, Do soar,
On santa’s sleigh come fly…
Red and gold and green and white
Hogwarts spirit mixed tonight
A glass of eggnog here and there
Gingerbread and pumpkin pie
The leaves of silver horses run;
Her hooves a special golden rong-
Of similes, smiles and silly puns,
and long forgotten elvish songs…
A pointed ear around a hedge-
A flat-foot goblin smiles in haste;
Secretly pulling on wings of silk-
A gift from the midnight weaver’s nest…
Tippity tappity, Twirl & whirl,
Weaving dreams in santa’s layer,
Dance oh lady, shake those curls,
This is the time for answers to prayers…
The pot of gold in castle black;
Dark Dark woods with centaur names;
Passing is a deadly task-
Ruling just a friendly game!
But oh lady, you need not fear,
Friends await, do come near,
Goofy in valour, oh so dear,
Your prince charming, he too’s here…
A ball that smells of cut-grass fresh
And songs hummed forever tuneless-
crystal gifts that sparkle so,
the dancer dazzles the falling snow…
The moonlight shines,
Tonight so pure,
Sing the lines,
Feel their allure
Satin capes of pure azure-
Sun-kissed curls that fall in whorls.
An apple blush, a cherry smile-
The coquetry and guile of yore..
Come on rumpel, come to us!
Let me sing you fear’s old song.
Come on rumpel not a fuss!
Come and then nothing is wrong…
For granny’s here,
With the cake,
Come oh dear,
Sit by the lake…
A salad garden fresh and green,
A riding cape so bold and red,
A dancing slipper, fragile and blue,
The first kiss, a love that’s true.
A love so true,
A passion pure,
A wolf whistling fervently;
An Ivan, on his daily grind!
Baba yaga instantly,
Erases all of his mind!
Houses of cake and poison fruit.
Made pure by that love so true,
A friend on four, and a friend on two-
Legs matter not in true love’s brew…
Dwarves and elves and unicorn,
Rainbow, snow and lovely dawn-
Mermaid with her lovely moon,
Princess on her javelin run…
Shakya with a raven head;
Debdip with a mighty tread;
Piko with her long-lost brain-
Write this fable for no gain.
Debdip, the bard:
Come ye one, and come ye all,
Come tonight, and sing a song,
Come along, come dance this ball,
Make this night so warm & long…
Shakya, the Puck:
This a poem for one and all-
Join in all ye, don’t be shy!
All ye dead, move off the pall!
Don’t lie dead and wonder why…
Piko, the Faery queen:
Make new room for friendships new;
Stories, dreams and hopes renewed-
Clear a space for hugs and love,
For chocolate cakes and apple tarts!
-Upasruti Biswas, Debdip Maitra, Shakya Bose