Giving Wings To Dreams

"Oh! Shepherd my lord Where are you heading me in this ferocious storm?",  The Little lamb's eyes had the sturdy glitter even during the visible upheaval around. It was all the outcome of the unflinching faith that he bore in his tiny heart that whatever may happen the robust arms of the Shepherd will as usual prove his sheath. Since the little one was born those arms had  constantly guarded him from the strong winds and hounds. As long as, he was held high by his vigorous Shepherd the lamb was blindfolded by a staunch trust that all pieces would fall in their respective places. The Little one wasn't  worldly wise to fathom the plain fact that one outgrows the cradle be it of hands or wood. The time was ripe when the Great Shepherd had to be ready to handle the newborn the other little lamb. Since, he has others in queue as well to be fathered. Before he could apprehend  the Little lamb for the first time touched the uneven surface of the chosen wilderness,  Sti...

Half of the world's favorite beverage is a refreshing cup of hot tea. I particularly am extremely fond of having tea. All exhaustion, worry, stress and anxiety l feel are sidelined if not erased for the time being when l sip a cup of tea. By profession a teacher and with choice a writer, l always look for excuses to have my favorite drink. In routine 7 or 8 cups keep me geared. My fondness is specifically noticed by one of my most favorite colleagues who without failure shares reels based on tea addiction on Instagram regularly. May be she has an intent to get me out of the spell of tea for my physical well-being.  Almost a fortnight back in my school l was given a novel responsibility,  a new learning experience which required me to be in the best-loved niche of mine in school i.e library of our school. Libraries have always held an attraction for me . As a student, l loved to spend my leisure time first in my school's library,  then college n later had got a card issued...

I don't want to be your habit since habits die though they may die hard with time. I don't want to be your need because needs are accomplished by and by. I don't want to be your desire as sooner or later new desires replace the old ones. I don't want to be your want either  since want with time may transform. I even don't want to be your wish because most wishes remain unfulfilled.  I don't want to be your dream  as all dreams are not sweet dreams and can at times be the nightmarish fiends. I don't want to be your liking as well since likings can be multiple.  I for sure don't want to be your craving because all are aware with change in seasons cravings also change. I really don't want to be your passion as passion with passage of time might dilute down. I don't want to be your shadow since whenever there is shade and there is dearth of light shadow is always gone. I want to be for you like a parent's selfless love because it's the bigges...

My wait has ended, so have l. The season of spring for which since ages my soul had waited was very short.  Though, short and sweet, before leaving heavenly Spring had left inexhaustible joy for my poor never satiating heart. The heart that keeps waiting for the time agone. Yet, l know, My wait has ended, so have l. The autumn that is reigning is very prolonged and lasting, Leaves of hope in this harsh season are incapable to grow. Rays of optimism during this drab season are unable to pierce the clouds of dense sorrow.  Alas! indicating in one more way that my wait has ended, so have l. Strength saturated vitals don't wish to move. Dust of inaction they don't want to shake. Darkness in the eyes is darker than the darkest clouds. The most cherished and dearest desire has started to flee, stealing and robbing all my heart's glee, proving one more time that my wait has ended, so have l .

Sessions on sessions Start and end. Classes after classes come and go.  The young,  vibrant visages of the students glow. Beginnings are stress free.  Alas! That joy isn't there to stay forever.  Tests after tests, units after units, Periodics after periodics, Mid Term to Pre- Board, Pre- Board to Final, life of students have so many gears. From Kindergarten to Primary, Primary to Middle,  Middle to Higher, Higher to Higher Secondary,  passing classes after classes, a child has to grow. Challenges are thrown  which are sometimes easily , Sometimes with a little effort are met. Pressure is put and Pressure is handled.  Ultimately the small shoe size converts to the standard size. Out of school premises soon the child realizes, that from the pond he has taken a leap into a river, The river of a back breaking competition. The tougher is the examination at this juncture, Since , the toughest is yet to be savoured. Years after years skills are gained, ...

Eyes that used to wake and sleep for me, eyes that used to smile and weep with me, eyes that used to wait for me, eyes that used to brighten up to greet me have turned away. Eyes that showered unadulterated care on me, eyes that promised unfathomable love for me, eyes that gave assurance of unlimited support, have turned away. If at all for a moment those eyes turn for an instant towards me, what all do l trace? Skepticism,  criticism,  denunciation and disapproval. Do l really deserve this is a question that troubles , that haunts me day and night? A little introspection is ample to show me the mirror, Those eyes abhor weakness, indecisiveness and fickle-mindedness,  those eyes mostly hid the moisture that reoccurs in them to visualize every new wound on my soul. Those eyes are waiting for me to do something concrete,  to be the scribe of my own destiny. Those eyes fear l might disappoint them time and again. Wisdom full eyes have started to question if ever my iner...

At the stroke of midnight for most the date changes but for some it's life that changes. every new day has a new story to be penned, every new day has a new picture to be painted, every new day has a new song to be composed . But, for some at the stroke of midnight it is the time for a eulogy to be written in their memory.  At the stroke of midnight for many a new life starts. In the middle of night a new hope is born, in the middle of night a new milestone is set to be achieved, in the middle of night an unsolvable riddle , a mystery is solved. But, for some in the middle of night an obituary note is inscribed on the headstone of their grave. At bewitching hour for many destiny is jotted down with golden letters, at bewitching hour for many certain blessings wait to see the light of the day. at bewitching hour for many something novel and enriching is going to be produced. But for some unfortunate ones at bewitching hour final decree is scribbled down with black letters and it...

Oh! Glorious lightning, You are christened silver lining amidst the darkest clouds, harbinger of hope when life is flitting,  When never halting one after the other tempests surround to make sure that no trace of submissive and timid can be found. During  those deathly hours devils of darkness only you can devour. Thundering the strongest agent of dark Devil when turns the shaky souls deaf only with glimmer of your streak can the music of life  be restored and retuned.  Alas! Though it's an indelible fact that only you can illuminate the darkest overcast skies yet, you being the master of your will are not meant to forever stay. Your arrival and departure are seasonal,  And if by chance you descent to bless someone with your fiery touch, Once you depart the remnants are ashes and scalding surface. An untreatable scar is left forever to remind the timid ones that until their sheathing isn't strong in itself,  light or darkness both are going to leave an akin...

Puzzle of life is too difficult to solve, often it's a sail in the furious tempest called life, though,  sometimes the journey of life is smooth and has for a while no potholes, no ditches, no gorges or trenches. But, mostly it is a tale that is quite heart wrenching.  Nothing works, neither prayers nor wishes, neither efforts nor wholehearted trials, neither pleading whispers nor desperate yells, life when makes sure you have to fail, and your destiny is nothing but a grim portrayal of rejection.  It's when you are sure to drown in the deep valley of dejection. That's for sure also is the time to get up with a jerk,  that's the time to take hold of your anchor, that's the time to show your worth, that's the time to make other's heard. that's the time when either you forever pass or fail. Either you stand or fall, either you run or crawl, either you make up or break up forever.  Dejection, desolation, sadness and dismay  are just synonyms for a temporary...

Festival of Dussehra also known as Vijayadashmi ,victory of good over evil has just been reduced to a national holiday or mere a Festival for rural lndia or that class of lndia that has so far no access to multiplexes and multistoreyed malls. The chunk of population that still flocks  towards the public gatherings, fairs and festivals is quite small. So called upper middle class or elite society people prefer not to mingle with the dust for celebrating such occasions and rather prefer rest at home or having parties in clubs. I being a language teacher often make an effort to correlate chapters to real life experiences or mythologies in my classrooms . The previous week, to my shock  during one of my classes l realized that the students today are drifting away from our roots,our rich culture. Just a simple question about who was the blind king in Mahabharat got me strange but funny answers. Teaching a chapter of class IX 'The Happy Prince' l had thought students would come up w...