ask a question or two
walk a few steps together
stop and laugh,no giggle
share a secret
hold a hand
give a shoulder
this for you
and this for me
that for us
dream a dream
sing a song
breathe a breeze
count the stars
then walk slow
lean on each other
stop for the other
kiss
hold
hug
live
such be life
such be living
രണ്ടു വാക്ക്
വാക്കൊന്നു പറയാൻ
വാക്കൊന്നു കേൾക്കാൻ
കാലങ്ങൾ ആയി
കാത്തിരുന്ന് അവൾ
എന്തായിരിക്കും
ആ വാക്ക്
ആലോചിച്ചു വിശർത്തു
ആധി പൂണ്ടു അവശയായി
ആകെ പാരവശ്യം
ആരോട് ചോദിക്കും
എങ്കിലും കേൾക്കാൻ
വല്ലാത്ത അക്ഷമ
എന്തായിരിക്കും
ആ വാക്ക്
ഹും
എന്നോ
ഹുഹും
എന്നോ
പുഞ്ചിരി
ഇത്തിരി മങ്ങിയതായി
തോന്നി അയാൾക്ക്‌
അസ്തമിക്കുന്ന സൂര്യൻ
ഒന്നുഉർജ്ജിച്ചു തിളങ്ങുന്ന പോലെ
അവൾ ചിരിച്ചു
അയാളും
നാളെ കാണാം
അതെ
അപ്പൊ ശരി
അങ്ങനെയാവട്ടെ
ചില ദൂരങ്ങൾ
സമയത്തിനും
കാലത്തിനും
അതീതമാണ്
എങ്കിലും
നാളെയെ കുറിച്ച്
ആർക്കാണ് ഉറപ്പുള്ളത്
വിധി എന്തുമാകട്ടെ
സ്വപ്നങ്ങൾ നെയ്യാൻ
വേറെ കൂടു തിരിയേണ്ടി വരുമോ
അതോ വ്യാമോഹം എന്ന പുച്ഛം അവളെ അലട്ടുമോ
ആർക്കറിയാം
a feeling of doneness entered her soul
a dumb numbness that steadily
claimed laughter
anger spewed in small measurable terms of cacophny
why
why
why
then a stillness
done
just done
I am thrilled to bits to be back to the classroom. To have 2, just 2 sweet ladies drop in to learn Spoken English with me.
Ah! joy ,that makes me realize why I was so morose?
So malnourished in my soul without a soul to share
the tit bits of knowledge that I beg, borrow or steal!
Then it happened, the class.
A young man who teaches Mathematics expressed in anguish that there was a certain complaint about his teaching, believe me not, it was because he was teaching too much! Well! he was summoned to the higher ups who said, ” So, what do we hear, YOU TEACH???!’
The young man who would die for math and said, ” I do so with all sincerity”
“Stop this nonsense, don’t stress the students, we hear that you delve deep into concepts and it is totally unacceptable”.
“Why, pray ,”said the young man,” I came here to teach.I turned my back to offers far more alluring and sought the joy of sharing, actually I thrive on it , Sir..ji”
“It’s against the constitution of our institution to think. We admonish you to henceforth not force our students to know that they have brains and can actually think, it’s the forbidden fruit of education. Dare thee not dream of it nor ever dare to touch it”.
“But”, the young man started and soon saw it frivolous and gave up in dismay.
A young girl who wanted to do her job well walks off in disbelief at the large gap between promises and deliverance.
Others live on with jaded hopes
But she stomps out
‘I gotta live my life, the way I want. Good bye’.
They I heard are still looking for a replacement.
Friend, foe, benefactor be around as I tick a few boxes
gather a few more experiences
fill my heart
then recede!
For the most of this year, I had no occasion to go to classroom.
Something was amiss. Something close.
Since sustaining life energies on work has been the pattern for some time , I felt malnourished, while still holding the fort and putting up a brave face.
Then as if my SoS reached the universe, the oracle proclaimed
Back, go back!
to the classrooms
reclaim redeem a lost art
strengthen what is your mettle
So I inch back to the classrooms.
Communicative English Classes for all at the university every Friday.
Spoken English classes at home on Tuesdays and Wednesdays.
Maybe a creative writing class for the School of Design too.
Ask and you receive, well, mostly!
The smile is back.
The joy is true
who cares what the world says
who cares who stays and who scoots
Delve within to sustain!
What holds place
what sustains love
what nourishes hope
what powers dreams
what soldiers smiles
the spirit in you
around you
holds you through
so smile,reach out, hug and be hugged
it’s one life after all.
PS: Help a dream come true
The young man stood lost in deep sorrow. ‘I don’t know what to do. Everything happened so quickly she did not give us time. ‘His eyes forlorn, he talked about the sudden demise of his beloved mother.
‘My dad is heart broken. He is feeling very low.My relatives have been insisting on my marriage and I have almost committed. I was in a daze. What do I do?’
Caught between extremes of emotions the most demanding of situations, the loss of a beloved one and the trepidation of a new start, he stood confused.
‘Who can I talk to? Who would understand me. Have not slept for the last few days. It is tough’.
What does one do in times of such pain?
I remembered how having just returned from my brother’s funeral I wrote the lesson I was teaching on the board which said, The Dear Departed! I was stunned at the irony but put up a brave face and continued with the class.
The dice of fortune
throws up
challenges a plenty
sometimes in company
sometimes lonely in companionship
many times just plain single
you just learn to deal with it and move on
perhaps think of a stray dog somewhere
who would have none to care
or a bird cut short before its flight
the very first one
sigh and know
it’s life
the way it is!
