In Bombay there is a school that i love, wind swept and encircled by trees...

The first day was anointed with tears

Each one felt we were lost, forever

As we revolted and rushed back to mom,

you held our hand, wearing the most disarming smile,

and matched our steps,  as we toddled into,

Queen Mary School, our second home.

With ABC and 123, began the journey from nursery.

Stories and drawings, singing and poetry,

We learnt to spell, paint and grow with creativity

You filled our lives with patterns and colors,

guided us to sketch our future.

Each year brought along more subjects to learn,

All of which you made seem easy and fun.

Math taught us to crunch and calculate

With Hindi and English, we began to communicate

Science ensured we balanced Chemistry, Physics and Biology,

History solved the mystery of ancestral kings and queens

Geography made us navigate across oceans and countries

SUPW, PE and extra curriculars made us happy!

8.40am to 3.10 pm, through eight hours and nine periods,
you gifted respect, dignity, ethics  and other valuables

You taught us to value time and hard work,

it is here we first learned the meaning of love.

You made us befriend manners and discipline,

regard affection, encouragement, appreciation and confidence

Even after a hundred questions, you never ridged your brow

bandaged cuts and bruises, heard our trivial woes

We are what we are, because you were our mould,

your imprints shall guide us, wherever we go.

Thank you teacher!

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Into each other’s eyes they stared, 

holding tight, their bodies bare. 

Lip locked, they embraced the dark, 

pure love let out fiery sparks. 

The stage was set, but for a hitch, 

for XY, YY formed the cliché. 

Teary eyed the universe saw, 

it’s very own men defy its ‘law’ 

lost

Scramble for words

Hunt for expressions

Enmeshed in thoughts,

lie passive emotions

Embattled against self

actions fights reaction

Preposterous feelings,

conspire against naive intentions

Incomprehensible reasons,

question equilibrium

Suddenly palpable becomes looming apprehension

while peace pleads for salvation,

breathing its last, lies a 'stranded relation'

seek me?

I am born incomplete

I doubt, I seek

I challenge every thought and deed

I stammer, I stare

I leave behind a haunting trail

I coax, I probe

make reasons introspect

I incite, I inflict

i am my own defence

I too implore, seek clement

I have made several relent and repent

I assess, I challenge,

i doubt every intent

I placate, I heal

anonymous i like to be

I would like to greet posterity

though may die young, as others did

I live in your shadow, you are my face

and when thou shall be laid to rest

I vouch to guard your grave....

a beautiful mind

Cross and knots bewilder it blind,

scribbles and doodles entangle gray and white

While senses fall prey to diagonals and squares,

swirls and curves make emotions sway

Meandering through the contours of shapes,

it effortlessly keeps a linear gait

Time draws indefinite parallel latitudes,

leaving everlasting impressions, memories intercept as longitudes

Thoughts swarm together to build a beeline of emotions,

each mingles with the other to hone their skills of expressions

A poise of elegance, a furnace of rage,

it binds together love and hate

A mirage of hope, a lustful kaleidoscope

here shadows and dreams are best mates

A prism of desires, secrets and fantasies,

it turns whims to reality

In the conundrum of chaos, rests peace of the soul

It remains a child, even while age counts on its toes

Born naive, it learns, to teach

and when it departs....

every soul pleads for mortality