• My Abode of Peace

    Where we love is home - home that our feet may leave, but never our hearts. (Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr)

  • Solace

    When nothing can comfort you, His words can. His words always will.

  • Some days, the view looks scary. Trust Him. He is the Best of Planners.

  • Showers of blessing.

    Clouds come floating in to my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add colour to my sunset sky. (Tagore)

  • Hop and Jump

    For in every adult there dwells the child that was, and in every child there lies the adult that will be.(John Connolly)


Sep 9, 2013

( I was going through my old stuff and found this short poem which I had written when I was 17. Feel it requires a presence on the blog)

Thank you teachers, for....

Not only teaching us the literature written eons ago,
but also the 'grammatical' rules of life.

Not only teaching us the parts of a flower,
but also for 'planting' humane qualities of love and kindness.

Not only teaching us the properties of sound waves,
but also not to go by the 'optical illusions' of the world.

Not only teaching us about the  organic reactions,
but also the 'equations' needed to lead a successful life.

Not only teaching us the geography of unseen land,
but also for 'culturing' in us, a positive outlook towards life.

Not only teaching us algebra and arithmetics,
but also for grooming us into 'different'-ial individuals.

Not only teaching us about worldly knowledge and gains,
but also about spiritual and ethical values.

Above all...
                           Thank you, teachers for...
Not only teaching concepts and theories,
but also for encouraging and inspiring us with your
             exemplary ways and golden thoughts.

(Dedicated to all the teachers who have taught me over the years)