MY KEY NOTE ADDRESS

If I were but a soft clear cloud so light, so pure, so transparent; I would stretch and make myself lighter, to let the light pass through me.
If I were but a grey dense cloud so dark, so big, so splendid; I would increase my Intensity silently with my suppressed emotions.
Life gives us several opportune moments to show, adapt, learn and do a multitude of things for which we are blessed with a potential unknown to us. we need to dream big, believe bigger and our determination/ perseverance..............that should be the biggest..............

TEACHERS

When that wooden scale hit my knuckles
I could only scorn at you.
When on my knees under the sun I knelt,
I remember I wept too.
But thank you dear teacher for teaching me numbers and letters.

When letters chained to form words
And when numbers added and multiplied,
When bewilderment was all I could express,
It was you who solved the mystery.
Thank you, dear teacher, for guiding me.

You taught me clocks and calendars to read
And gave all that I was in need.
‘Excuse me’, ‘sorry’, and ‘thank you’.
Etiquettes and manners you taught me.
Love and care, you gave them to me.
Thank you, dear teacher, for being there for me.

Your motivation and encouragement,
Support and guidance
Kindness and firmness
And a plethora of things,
I thank you, dear teacher, for all that you have.

Bruise skin deep or heart be it,
Your understanding plasters the wounds.
The trust you have in me
And your belief that I will grow Big-
Thank you, dear teacher, for that has made me.

Your walk, your talk
Your style, your smile,
Perks my spirit every time.
A living model you are
And thank you, dear teacher, for all that you are.

A bouquet would contain very less,
A gift could be camouflaged with other things.
A shield or a cup is no better.
But what do I give you
to thank you, dear teacher?!
I give this, a humble offering-
I present myself to you.
Your dexterity and magic
Has made me a gift
And that, dear teacher, do I give to you.

I make you proud,
I make you happy,
I honour your efforts
And respect your name,
Big thanks to all my teachers who have made me.

CRAFTED NUANCES

When the night sky gave her farewell kiss
To the morning sky,
She left a blush on her face.
The blush shyly grew into a ball of exhilaration
And sent beams of happiness
All around the sphere.
With this awoke the chirpy winged-jewels,
Shaking the tree out of its slumber
And out they flew into the sky.
The birds in mad happiness darted everywhere,
And the blush grew wider
And coloured the life of that day.

Came evening and the dusk yawned wide
Into the night sky,
Dimming the blue deeper.
And slowly studding her with ornaments
Of bright little stars
In varied scattered patterns.
With this returned the winged-jewels,
To their cosy little nests
Swinging the tree to slumber.
Out rolled the queen of the late hours;
With her radiance, lit upThe darkness of life of that night