A poem I wrote in dedication to all my teachers 😊
SHINE HIGH, SHINE THY LIGHT
You charm us with thy spectrum of colours,
Conspicuously rising high like a rainbow.
While we flutter around as butterflies in disguise,
Swiftly you touch our wings with soothe.
No later we see thy flags wrap around
And miraculously the ring disappear,
We shove one another with a mere insight,
When slowly bloom out the enchanting buds.
Seeing thy upsurge in myriad of shades,
With eager to lay our tiny ends on thy petals
And slurp the nectar with the quench deep inside.
Nor did you budge or grudge a bit,
While we greedily drench down the rims,
Feel the sweet and hover our soul,
With the satiety that bounce, we back to life.
Soon we fly away, in search of another bloom,
Again to sate our thirst for more,
Yet selflessly you stand there in crowds,
To welcome our genre in thy paradise.
-Ambili Nair-
Happy Teachers Day 😊😘-
Love the time you spend with your loved ones,
The day you lose it, what you shall be left with is only -
VACCUM!!
Then, it becomes really hard to breathe...-
Do your best and believe in God,
Not because I see a face in whom I trust,
Instead I feel a vibe that's enough to trust a face!!
Thanks to All the People around me who had been best of the Support and let's rock the finale tomorrow!!
CP and Ashu without whom its incomplete
@Shuchi always there for us
@Tina my sweetheart
@Srusthi with a special bond
@Team NIHM
@Omkar our best host
@Pravin
@Vihari
@Athira
@Amal
@Ashwin
@Organic Cinema Team-
Our capability to see beyond the horizon is a mere imagination.
What matters is NOW that decides it!-
Time is like that friend who
Ages as year passes by,
Oops!! Cannot go back to how it was,
Alas!! Impossible to stop it for a while.
I say, can make it possible by living each while.
Because -
Time when captured in time,
Become memories to be cherished for life.
-
I laugh at home on a cozy Sunday,
Seeing my son do a naughty gymnast,
That boy in uniform sitting on the last bench,
Flashed from my past unwinding a memory!
As quickly I relate him with my son,
I see a school girl back in Uniform again!!
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Food, a Silent Guardian you may say
that hover over the thoughts you brood,
may never sleep nor speak to you,
neither force a number of choices on you,
Still can satiate the worst in you and
mould you enough to boost the mood.
May Food be the beginning to your happiness and end to your sorrow.
Happy Dussehra.-
Mind is an arena for thoughts to flow,
So squeeze out every drop that's meant to glow,
Another moment chosen to express may smudge
And wither away in vain without your knowledge.-
Cooking, say it my happiness wrapped in meals I serve,
A joy that never erode with time though tastes may change and more,
Be the recipe jump from my mother's kitchen or from a blog I learn,
The touch of love that change it is, every bit to yearn.-
I wish to fly high like a kite
Judge not, I aint be the paper
where strings set the boundary
Rather be the bird who dare to cut those strings.-