His Majesty's visit to the school, 2010.

Cupid Struck.

Across horizons of Dusk and Light,

Every men will upon their sight,

Remark in a trance with zealous eyes,

That you were meant to be loved.

Enchanted and in a trance now,

Stark naked your beauty lies, and

Helen would only with fury sigh.

Oh! For you I would willingly die,

Cease my living; Bid it my final adieu.

Hades will never reach it's mark

And I no serf to its oblivious lull.

Rather in its every pint,

Pictured countenance of your luminous beauty.

And thoughts of you till the end.

Men do gape in awe

Their very movement fixed in Sand,

Orpheus broken charm,

Upon the heavenly sight of you.

Oh! Lovable Dame,

Sadly His lute in vacuum played.

Cupid lipped with those lustrous eyes,

Pygmalion on his creation tries,

And set an artifice that age do defy,

With his constant prayers bring to life,

Where men do applaud and do fall,

Struck by Cupid, never to rise

But all men ultimately do realize

Oh! How you were meant to be loved.

A Son's Song.

Rock me by my cradle,

Oh! Mother,

Gentle to the call of dreams,

For my time has come.

Sing me a lullaby, hush!

Oh! Mother,

Soothing to my ears.

My heart has grown cold,

Ripened with the jest of time,

My time's now.

Lead me by your hand,

Oh! Mother,

The road lies ahead,

Untrodden and unmade.

Tuck me in your warmth,

Oh! Mother,

A bereft of bare winter's come.

Hold me in your arms,

Oh! Mother,

The abyss is here,

All the pains I need to endure,

For my time has come.

We Have....

And when I shall pass into eternity,

Traveling in the abyss; the vacuum of time,

And so I shall seek:

To swim in the darkly covered brooks,

Feel the sun as of never before.

Travel miles under the gentle light of the moon,

Arrive at the holy place: The Earth,

That mankind strive and lament to find.

Existence, then will be the same, perhaps

Just a new drab of change.

Men as men and women as women.

The same as Almighty's mighty hands created.

And when I shall merge myself into my footing's dust,

Raging in the windy sands of time.

And so I shall seek, that I am certain,

To drink from the Holy Grail,

Declare my brotherhood and humanity,

Practice and not preach,

Of abundant love and gentle touch.

Listen to the call of the wild,

Dance to the rhythmic songs of the Larks.

And I shall truly declare,

"This is life."

This is to have lived an extraordinary ordinary life.

 Oh! My heart bleeds.

Upon such poor sightings of you!

Lament not, brothers!

Bring it back, bring it back.

Life is being blown over.

Lets not seek for the bell, 

Nor the guiding beacon of light.

When life runs by you.

Hasten and Hark! The sails are dropped.

Retrieve life and embrace it

And when you shall pass forever into eternity,

Traveling in the vacuum created in time,

You will remark,

You have lived Yours,

Just as I have mine.

The Counterpart!!!!

Poker Face,

Deeply set eyes.

Eyes...that has a lot,

No lies but truth to tell.

Ragged and beaten; so he seems,

Painful, heavy and leaded.

But his soul stands pinnacle high.

Looking at me,

Stealing glances, 

I asked!

Who are you, Stranger?

Who are you?

Who are you that usurp,

This peace and solace of mine!

A friend or a foe?

Stand and Unfold yourself.

I questioned and commanded the intruder.

Standing in the reflection.

Of the mirror I was staring at!

Who are you Stranger?

Who are you?

A friend or a foe?

What teaching means to me.

In the six years of my life as a teacher in various schools, in addition to the year and the prescribed months as an apprentice and a practicing teacher, I have undergone fabulous manifestations and awakened to new commitments and driving factors in life.

Teaching has helped and enabled me to lead an examined life and surface through my own ignorance and material blindness. My students have helped me and still help me, each and every living day to find and know about the true me and the way I need to perceive the world at their best. Every day as I wake up to a new dawn, and step into the threshold of my class, I perceive countless pairs of quizzical and eager eyes, beseeching to learn about life’s  mysticism adding up to my drive to strive for better and to serve to my utopian best.

The countless minute satisfaction I derive as a direct result of my students, inclusive of how to read a paragraph or how to spell a word reveals that I have achieved humble greatness and success in life. My existence revolves around my students, my successes and downfalls attributed to all my students.

Teaching has facilitated me to accept the fact that the human life is composite of faults and errors, and further assisted me to learn from my own mistakes and move further ahead in a much slower but conscious pace in achieving excellence and pleasure in my own life.

Teaching, the building upon on one’s dreams and aspirations has given me the magical potion to see through my students’ eyes and be awestruck at their infinite dreams and aims woven delicately over years and be confounded at their zeal for life and their expectations from it.

Over the past years of my career as a teacher I have been a painter, a potter, a mason, an architect, a sculptor, a philosopher, a magician, a healer, an orator and most importantly of all a guide and a friend on whom my students can adeptly rely upon. Looking back down the memory lane of my experience as a teacher, I realize now that I have chiseled away many of the rough edges of my own and of my students’ life and worked towards being respected and proud individuals.

Teaching in all my honesty and integrity is the elixir of my life.

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Memories of Bygone Days,

In formless dreams do haunt me,

Drained out I am

Visibly Powerless I seem,

Pleasant days into Nightmarish dreams.

I am exhausted the other day,

So heavy a price to be in love and to pay.

Weird dreams, weird dreams,

Do me harm in my hapless times,

When heart and soul not at ease.

Weird dreams, weird dreams,

Do unfold a story,

A greater enigma, a mystery,

Of lives slipping by.

Weird dreams, weird dreams,

Make me seek out for you,

And then I do realize,

That the distant stars are,

Too far for mere tiny mortals to hold.