Wearing the green tie, for one last time
I wonder, where did all the time fly?
At the lasts, is where I stand
and haze the day it all began.
love's not Red
and when I looked into those ocean eyes,
I saw no blue
but all shades of white,
like a princess dress,
a veil of mesh
over a bouquet
of roses and lilies, afresh.
How Competencies go far Beyond Exams
At fourteen, while skimming through my English exam paper, I paused, puckering my eyebrows. One of the questions read, “Write a paragraph on the story of a little lamb.” I remember thinking, why on earth do I have to write about a lamb? Another question asked me to write a diary entry on visiting a school for special children, a place I had never even been to. And there it was again, an essay on how to maintain a balanced diet.
And Yet He Smiles
half up in air, steps on stairs
he makes a life.
He babbles with a funny speech,
perhaps of his teeth,
chiselled by deep carmine
yet I see no scar upon his smile.
against the pane
Sitting in my classroom,
beside the window on my left,
I gaze outside
there is a Sheesham tree,
shadowing the sunlight in patches over me.
While strands of sunlit hazel
tickle my cheeks,
so, the breeze murmurs for me
to tuck them behind
as I gaze outside;
a bird perches on the lines,
chirrups to me in wistful eyes
then scampers to flight,
into a sky of blue
stroked with white.