2020 is indeed going to be wonderful and with lots of hopes and excitement..

A  blissful  moment that creeped my veins

Consuming Myself.

It reminded me of you.

Years months or days passed  until we met

But now I am overwhelmed that I met you.

Now I find solace in your thoughts

My verses are not enough to vent my feelings for you.

I long that the night wishes me luck for another day

And it is a beautiful day again.

Now I realize it was a dream of mine.

Memories are always a gift
Some sweet, few bitter.
They remain with us
As long as we breathe.
Some tied with our loved ones
Make our lives worthy and special
We cherish all
Those moments of goodness
Because we treasure a life
Filled with all these memories
Indeed a life spent wholeheartedly
Leaves memories for the future as well.
But who wants to leave you
With a sweet memory ?
Or a bitter memory ?
Is all that matters.
Memory altogether is a different story.

Xmas celebration at Christ Nagar College of Education 2019

Sundari Chellama

It was the sweet scent of the jasmine flowers

That welcomed  her every morning  to her  Lord

She was one among his admirers

But something peculiar

About Sundari Chellamma.

As her face resembled  a lotus with its elegance

Could she be compared to a Goddess?

 Yes, she was all that loveliness

One could embody.

Was she mad in love?

But the madness consumed her.

She became so weak in love

Her glass bangles unfolded

Her yearning for him.

Those corridors of the temple

 Recounted their love.

Words would be empty to fill her love for him

To describe her devotion and admiration

It was a love that transcended boundaries.

In no time her love for him grew

 Into an invincible alliance.

But it is strange that

Her love was never reciprocated.

I think every woman in love

 In her Deep psyche

 Is a Sundari Chellamma,

An  epitome of  love.

When her days  got numbered

Could she ever fall so hard again,

But it is true any woman who falls in love

Becomes like her.

Did she beg love?

Her man is so unlucky

He did not even recognise her and her love.

Nevertheless I have never felt so hard

For any woman in love

Until I heard about Sundari Chellama.

She died in the name

Of love and for love.

 But who celebrated her?.

                                                                       Navaneetha.G

When Memories Weep…..

Francisca* clasped Abdul * Raheem’s hands in tears

A silence veiled the scene

She kissed his hands knowing that

It was her beloved’s, once

Who gave her a new life.

It became somebody else’s now

But she was happy that her

Beloved’s hands are still alive.

An accident resulted in the brain death of Joseph

Who was like many of us

 A common man who dreamt

About his family and his daughter.

His hands were donated to an Afghan soldier

who had lostboth his hands in an Army encounter.

As part of Organ donation- It was an initiative

By Amritha Institute of medical sciences

Another significant chapter in the history of India.

It was one of those solemn occasions which

One would witness in a lifetime.

And his daughter was all in a state of unspeakable joy or grief

She took that hands to  her forehead for blessing

They finally bid farewell to the whole scene

And her mind goes like this….

“We will really miss you father

But You are not with us anymore

You reside among stars, far beyond our reach

But I know, You are watching and blessing us from Heaven

His hands were not as every ones.

He had magical hands, which turned out

To perform miracles for me.

He fed us love

In fact he was our breath and soul.

But much more for me as a daughter

Those hands that consoled me when I was troubled.

He was my strength

He inspired me to strive more for perfection

Indeed in everything

He stirred me to move on in life

In spite of what happens on our way.

Unlike mother, he had an unusual patience on me

So I loved him more than my mother.”

We all have hands, but how many of us make use of it?

We could not, in the wildest of the dreams,

Dare to think of giving our hands to someone.

Do we?

We can even transcend by sharing our organs

So let us be the change that we foresee.

                                                                                                                       

*Fransisca – Joseph’s wife and Aleesha their daughter

Abdul Raheem – An Afghan Army Captain

She is a lady of charm
Who has givenbirth to everything in me,
She kindled the poetic spark in me,
For I was never an easy person who settled on for mediocrity
She is everything for me.
And she will be

Life is at it's best giving us better realizations about everything that we come across,be it situations or people.

We always celebrate friendships and what not. It is always at certain point of our life that we will realize that what we had been going through was just tip of the iceberg.

Indeed life is a discovery of truth, beauty, goodness in man and in the end we get some people who become our world and we are no longer interested to part with them.

But always some realizations that "we are nothing in this
world" will at least make us vulnerable to put out the best in ourselves.
Or is it a reminder to motivate us?

The Best Teacher

I run short of words for you

For your lovely presence in my life

Thank you for being for what you are,

You have been,

A strong source of support

And encouragement

In my odds.

You are one such teacher

Who teaches not from the books

But from your heart

The best teacher is one

Who stands with the students

In their difficult times

And instils confidence

To soar high in life

You are one among them

And the Best.

Words are not enough to show

How much you mean to me

You are such a wonderful person.

Indeed the light of knowledge
served the justice.
Let the light of justice shine the world.
And every little or young smiles remain as it is.

Serving the noon meal at St.Roch's School as part of Teaching practise..

In my 8B Class at St.Roch's High School.