"A labyrinth of Unpolished Scribbles"

  I remember the first day, they were kids, I would say the desire to learn, I saw; to redo and redraw, ready to go that extra mile with eager eyes and wide smile. The healthy competition for the top position, and the silly fights for all the rights; the crazy night outs, unsolved designs and doubts, the ego clash and flash; at the end, the birthday bash, with the hugs and sorry creating another story, that will last a lifetime and to remember sometime. All the groups and gangs together holding hands. Sharing thoughts at their favourite spots, cheering up with a tea, being hassle free in the misty evening, that beautiful feeling. Their love is bliss if deeper the love is; but harder they hate you and you will have no clue, if you mess with them; or each is such a gem. Such innocent happy souls between the opposite poles, but one for all if someone fall, connected together and fighting for each other. Time passed it seems, all the shared dreams, s

  Tears of the sky; a drop fell on my eye. Sitting on the garden seat, raindrops touched my feet. Looking down the ground, droplets floating around, beating the heat of the day standing water at bay. I looked down, saw me in the wet gown; I gazed at my reflection, admiring nature's perfection, through the still calm water, and my thoughts wander. I could see, shades of me, the brighter and the lighter, the grey and the blue, the dark and the pale hue. These tears could draw, all the colors of life, I saw; the days of laughter, and the pain thereafter. Reflecting things I knew, through a different view. How I cried?  And ran to hide, again stood strong against the wrong. Fighting back everytime, remembering how bold am I I saw my reflected soul, over which I lost control. Did I forget my true self? Did I not trust myself? Alone time I need, to decode, mind and soul to be in concord If I could find, the reason behind. How strange was the change?  A leaf dropped into the water, the st

The reality of perception, at times, a misconception, Interpretation in mind, where thoughts, entwined. Things, I feel good, might be misunderstood. Delineating good and bad, depending on notions you had. What I think blue, not the same for you. Some enjoy dark nights, others, the day lights. Love for happy fairy tales, or scary stories, biting nails. Black or white? wrong or right? It's about who you are, and what you look for. Put your feet on the ground, open your eyes and walk around. I can see the bright flowers, you may see the tall towers. Looking at the same things, beyond the wild imaginings, what we see is a choice, listening to mind's voice. Varied versions of reality, based on your personality. You can't always believe, what you perceive. With a blank expression, you conceal the impression, with no scope to change, of self- concept, so strange. May be not fair and smooth, but this is the forgotten truth. Perception is not the sooth, but your own truth. The cloud

Dusk is falling, Echoes of the past calling. I see dancing shadows, In green, still meadows; through foggy window panes, memory remains. Reminiscence of old days, coloured nights and sunlit rays. Waking up, listening; to bird's whistling. Long green walks, the deep talks, Up in the hills, when sunset fills, the soul with good vibes, shattering all the divides. Drizzling rain, the scent and smell of coffee, blent. Nodding leaves of trees, to the secrets of the breeze. I hear the sound of falling water, melding with unending laughter. I see moonbeams descending; Slowly song is fading. An abrupt end, unable to defend. Silence, I hear; of the absence, I fear. I can see, a lonely tree. Confused and lost, in the dew, turned to frost. Tied up in knots, of labyrinthine thoughts. I see empty places, missing faces, unfilled spaces, leaving behind traces. I stand static, in the resonating panic. Dusk of life, is it? Before I quit.

Yeah! Though my birthday was two days ago, I wanted to thank each and everyone who made my day so special. I'm really overwhelmed by all your warm birthday wishes, love and the kind of attention you all gave me. Who doesn't love birthdays? If you don't, Sorry! I do!! Hahaha.... Yeah, of course I love my birthdays or I would say, I'm the one who's over excited about my birthdays. When the month of June is here, I be like. OMG!! OMG!!! My birthday is here and finally on June 9th I'm like- Hurrayyyy!!! Happy birthday to me.... !! I will make sure no one forgets my birthday and keep reminding them. I'm that attention seeker who will be like, oyyee you didn't wish me yet. I would tell my wishlist to everyone, especially to my sister and husband, to get beautiful gifts. Also I won't let anyone plan surprises for me, because I would have already planned my own surprises. Sounds crazy right, yes I'm!! So someone like me enjoys even the tiniest b

For many happiness is, the state of intense joy For some happiness is, a sense of contentment For some; happiness is, earning lakhs per month For many happiness is, meeting their daily needs For some happiness is, an international trip, For many happiness is, flying a kite on the beach. For some happiness is, having a sumptuous meal For many happiness means, satisfying their hunger For some happiness is, owning a luxury car For many happiness is, affording a local bus ticket. For some happiness is, living in a bigger house, For many happiness is, Living in a happier home. For some happiness is, wearing an expensive, brand- new cloth. For many happiness is having a not faded, not torn cloth! For some happiness is, buying a new gadget to make life easier. For many happiness is, having clean water for quenching the thirst to keep them alive. For some happiness is, achieving their wildest dreams For many happiness is, a peaceful sleep with good drea

  The day I came here, deep down I had a fear. To teach; I had the thirst; then I met them, 'my first'. With their looks, these thirty eight, scared me at the first sight. Ragging or what? way too smart! Then over and over, getting closer and closer. With all the laughter in the dew, the vibrant souls I ever knew. They laughed, they cried; and they danced with pride. Some serious gang fights, and sleepless nights, patch ups in the foggy lights, were the happiest sights. All the wrongs were righted, at the end they stand united. Silent conversations, breakups and separations, can't get sorted for a toffee but definitely with 'that coffee'. They cried aloud, and stood proud; their voices, shrill and loud, heard above the crowd. Stamped their identity, as a living entity. Bizarre zeal, others will find, the legacy left behind. Until we meet again, to walk in the rain; or soon in next December, gone winter days ,to remember.

An old empty chair, walls whispered,'not fair'; cascading emotions, can't avoid leaving behind a void. The shrieking voice, we miss, but no choice. Like the rising whirlwinds emanating thoughts in minds. When the days were darker, life couldn't get harder, amidst the fog and the mist, we're glad you did exist. You were a guiding light, who said, it's all right. Betwixt every fight, you held it tight. You tried your best everytime Protecting us anytime. Sometimes the angry father, at times the godfather. Countless roles you've played, like a rock and never swayed. More tiff's we've had, some clashes gone bad. Those days we never cared; But we weren't prepared, and couldn't believe that you would leave. It ain't the same again, We had you then, all our concerns, we've shared, Now all alone and scared. We never bothered your presence, But the unintended silence of your absence, couldn't keep the ba

  I always believe that a teacher should not support their students when they do something wrong. I don't think a good teacher will ever do that. Instead point out their mistakes and correct them or else we are spoiling them. Nowadays I have seen and experienced teachers who just wish to get popular among students. All they want is to get the tag the "favourite teacher". And for this they are ready to do "anything" for the students. I fear, is this "anything", good or bad for the students?  There are 'n' number of ways for being a "good teacher". A "good teacher" can also be a favourite teacher, but a "favourite teacher" will not always be a good teacher. I believe a good teacher is a mentor, communicator and someone who will guide students properly and not always be the "saviour" when they are wrong. If you are supporting students without making them understand their faults; I should say nothing worse y

  A few days ago, I happened to know from a friend of mine that her friend is no more. When I asked her about the same,she said that her friend had anxiety issues and she was going through divorce process. But the last time they spoke she told they got back together and she had put up a picture. My friend was so sad that she couldn't check on her amidst her busy life. We will never know  what a person with depression might be going through. If we could once in a while have a conversation with our close ones, that will definitely help them out. Let's be there for each other when they need the most rather than regretting for the rest of our lives. Every life matters.   Darkness covers up like a cape, All I wish is to escape, The reality of life, piercing like a knife; To talk, or a walk; To shatter the silence; this emotional violence. Inside the cage, in pain and rage; all the days & nights, dealing with the inner fights. Confronting with countless doubts, about