Teachers are those who make us learn.
Forgiving all the imperfections,
They stand by us.
Destroying tedious delusions,
Keeping faith and hope
They cling to ‘more’.
Teachers are friends,
Who tell the good or bad truth.
Limiting the constrictions,
Empowering the youth in all,
They shower their blessings and wisdom.
Let this beauty of truthful and
meaningful persons be alive forever;
Happy Teacher’s Day is here!
In the stunning beauty of landscape
The clouds are passing, having different shapes
Some become symbolic and some don’t
The sky is limitless to accept all those.
But the chaos of the city,
And the glittering mouths are not safe.
Hiding secrets of days wrapping with grace!
Oh no! Only the shit has been left.
Growing no more,
Life is racing not knowing how to race more.
No more time to respect values and nature!
Life is like chasing others.
Amongst the glittering chaos
There is peace in the darkness
There is hope of beauty,
In the night-light;
Maybe a little dim.
The shaking leaves of coconut tree
Don’t know where to stop
And how to, in the stormy waves
A trivial mind looking for likable silence
Amidst the monotony.
When the sky can’t tell nature’s destiny
It can wrap the globe with grey of clouds
It can behold the memories of love
That made the soil wet,
Plethora of imaginative lines
Drawing pictures of the night sky.
A hopeful afternoon of Tuesday
Turns slithery ;
Waiting and working of the day
Brings misery.
Living the passing Caesalpinia,
Through the windows of love,
Crossing the bridge of mauve,
There are dusts of raws.
Where rhythm dwindles
I know; still pure! still true are lives!
Not their misbehaviour, neither their attitudes,
Should I grant as my virtues.
I can be lonely like the fleeting clouds,
I can be alone like the impervious roads,
Having an unexpected wanderlust on the sultry lanes,
I alone can manage my within and outside storms.
I can shelter myself alone.
Prevailing folds to unfold......... 