A passionate teacher turned Digital Marketer.
Even before I make my first cup of coffee I have to switch it on. Switch the Wifi Modem on. The emails, the facebook notifications and the Viber messages would start pinging away in unison. Various ring tones would fill the silence. I usually take my phone to the kitchen lest all the pings and tings and ting tongs and the beeps wake up the household, especially...
Where are you?My dear son,Where are you?I search among the passengersfor his radiant face.Hi Ma, Hi Pa!Dear me, hasn’t he changed?My dear son, where is theshy quiet boy who bid usGood-bye four years ago? In the car, back homeI fondly listen to hisAnimated talk about theLand he loves, the land ofThe statue of liberty But he becomes tongue-tiedMy dear son, as we draw...
I eagerly await to envisage Your earnest faces Your enthusiasm is an encouragement to me. The effort with which you carry your Encumbering bag is a Paradox to your exuberant self. I enthusiastically stand before you To educate In an eloquent, enterprising or efficient way. You elapse into rapt attention For you love to be enlightened. Your eagerness elevates me to...
I sat on the couch feeling despair and dismay At the thought of the foreboding test the next day With great will I banished all pessimistic thoughts And decided to dwell on something gay. Very soon my mind went to her, a loving soul My best performance in school was her goal She loved children of any age And encouraged them...
“Please tell me this is a dream…I will wake up any time now….and this horrible incident will just be a nightmare which will be forgotten in hours or days…” I tell myself..I ‘will’ my mind to wake up so that I can start all over again and this would not have happened. Have any of you felt like that in life? But, of course...
And once again the same hospital room. Appa liked Room 202 as it was airier than the rest. It wasn’t like the dark, musty smelling 204. The chemotherapy should start at 10 am if all goes well. “Go and see what happened to the blood report” That is appa’s order to me, every 15 minutes. Things move at their own pace here at this hospital. Nobody is in any particular...
By stormy grey clouds
The blazing sun is beaten
Sky’s tears are Earth’s joy.
I wrote this poem for 4th Standard children 15 years ago! Yellow, white, green and blue Myriad hues we have, we do Dancing gleefully in the sunshine The restless clothes on the clothesline Every house must have one In the backyard welcoming the sun Or even in balconies, tiny Coaxing sunny rays in, wistfully Shirts...