For you mom..

Shoving and shuffling to fall into a crooked line

Naughty little heads with eyes that shine

A tickle here the  boy in front ,

A stamp there the girl  behind

All in the name of morning prayers...

The stomping of shoes all the way up the stairs

The scraping of benches to rush into their chairs

The classroom vibrating with energy and laughter

All dimming to a reluctant murmur when expecting a teacher

The nod of a sleepy head , the chatter of a chirpy head

The questions of a curious head , the vague stare  of a dreamy head

The disruptions of a naughty head , the confusions of a muddled head

The complaints of a provoked head , the giggles of a distracted head

The shrill call of the bell brings  the lunch  hour roar

The sudden rush of little bodies through the narrow doors

Rushing headlong through stairways and corridors

With the clang of lunchboxes ,  and spoons that clatter

The chomp of hungry mouths , amidst loud chatter

And a dozen sweaty heads  and  grimy hands from a lunch hour tussle

Rush back into the confines of the class in a hustle

To settle into a dull stupor through rest of the hours

Only to awaken with renewed energy after the afternoon wears

Clumsily stuffing baskets with half open lunch boxes and water bottle caps

Hurriedly dumping dog eared notebooks and tattered text books into bulging bags

Snapping shut pencil cases with broken pencils ,shavings and all,

Making a dash to the gates as freedom calls

As they pile away in buses and vans

Screaming and shouting goodbyes and greetings

To dear little friends separated till next morning

Exchanging waves with promises of meeting  ..

Throats that are sore and worn from activities galore

With all that madness and so much more ..

A tired smile comes to the fore..  

For this is the joy a teacher enjoys!

Glimpses

With the sun blooming over a new day in  warm sunny yellow,

With the sun slipping into dusk with colours all

mellow..

The petals of a rose,

A few pages of prose..

The glare of an intent eye,

The warmth of a freshly baked pie ..

A traffic light as I  walk by ,

A number plate of a car passing by..

To hear the sound of an oft repeated word,

A hint of a smile by memories stirred..

Windows dripping from recent rains,

Certains songs and melody strains..

The gentle breeze , and the swaying trees

The pale pink hue of early dawn's sky  

The deep dark blue of the midnight sky

Bring thoughts of you

Every one of these.. 

A Pause in time..

Behind curled eyelashes, lie hidden a fervent yearning ;
Below curved eyelids lie hidden a glint of tears stinging..

A weary weakness from a heavy heart she's bearing;
A strange strength from her soul's powerful knowing..
A recognition ; inspite her attempt at ignoring;
An exertion ;  for the vulnerable self she is protecting..

With a heart that seats..questions a thousand ,
With a heart that beats..the fears she valiantly battles ,
With a heart that burns..an ethereal flame of hope ,
With a heart that yearns..for Him to listen to  her silences.. 

She reaches out to the angels around ,with  a belief in miracles so potent..
She calls out to the Gods above ,with a silent prayer, so genuine.. so ardent!

Mystic Love

All familiar yet strange
Known yet Unknown..

The spirited waves, rising and falling..rushing along to meet the shores..
She was carefree ,dancing along ,to a tune of her own ..or so she thought..

The moon ,cool and calm, oh so  far away, untouched and unaffected..
He seemed still and distant ,just an observer to her free spirited dance ..or so he thought..

But unseen to their seeing eyes ,
And only seen by their throbbing hearts..

Just as a little child ,at once innocent and curious ..
drawn to  the magician wielding his  magic with his wand

The oh! so feminine waves, at once eager and reluctant..
was drawn to the moon wielding his charms with his beams

All the while, the moon whistles and sings ; and whispers & hums, his enchanting tune
All the while, the waves rush and jump ;and  rise & fall, in an enchanted dance

And just as they go hand in hand in a joyful prance ..
  the waves try to break free from the grasp of the moon
  and the moon loosens his hold to let her free..

And just as they drift apart with a lingering glance ..
  She realising a need to hold his familiar hand ..rushes back
  He realising a raging fire scalding and leaping within..grabs her outstretched hand!


Bewitched and bewitching with  the magic of their cosmic symphony
together they journey ..
In the darkened theatre of the night
With an audience of a million  stars shining
Swaying and shimmering  , in rapture sighing !

All familiar yet Strange
Known yet Unknown..