She pushed her.
A moment her life sank.
The next she flew.
Fluttering her wings, splashing colors, she flew high.
When she had crawled through her wormy putrid existence,
Sulking and mourning,
She had told her of eyes that defines beauty
Hearts that could love and spread joy.
When she had found the cocoon so hard on her,
The life too dark,
She had dawned, as her sunshine.
Painting the cage colorless, opening the bars,
Wanting her to fly.
The lonely nights she cried,
She, as the dew drops kissed her,
And left her never.
She pushed her.
A moment her life sank.
The next she flew.
As she flew, spreading out her wings, free and happy
She showed her the flowers wither
The farewell sans tears.
She told her of touch that could heal
The petals, withered and fallen.
The eyes that could read and speak.
Words that could hurt and kill.
She fed her with tales of the world
And through Her eyes she saw,
Beauty that breathed in every being.
She taught her the nectar was always sweet,
The one who tastes, requires patience.
Clutching Her fingers she walked,
To a world beyond the horizon.
A world of dreams.
A touch of Hers and colors were born,
In the canvas of her beautiful world.
As the hopes She had sown sprouted in her,
She learned, the valley isn't too dark.
Darkness was just a night away from light.
Every moment she grieved over the unfair lifeThat entwined their paths so late,
She could hear her heart whisper,
Celebrate, for you have met.
Lessons She taught, graved in her heart,
Words of hers etched within.
Tales She fed her with,
Tears She never let her shed.
The love they shared beyond words and chains.
The warmth.
Blessing, She is to her.
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P.S. Sreelekha Ma'am, this one is for you. You are someone who have touched my life in a thousand ways. And if today I love language, literature, my pen, and words, if today I'm following my dreams, it is all because of you. And no words ever can describe what I feel for you. Call it love, respect or anything more or less meaningful. The day you decided to quit teaching, I cried. The tears weren't for I'll miss your classes ( I had finished my schooling then) but I felt bad for the children who would miss being your students. Who would never get to hear you speak about a million little things in life that no one ever bothered to talk about in the classrooms. Who would never get to listen the stories you have told us, the poems you made seem more beautiful, the morals you etched in our minds. The smile you gave us, the knowing glances you threw when you caught us whispering in classes, the little jokes, the singing times, the encouraging pat and the love you had for us. In all true sense of the word, I'm proud to say that I am your student. And blessed to have you in my life.
A very Happy Birthday to you :) Let the smile never fade from your face.
Aamiyude ammummaykk Paruvinte janmadinaashamsakal :)
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A moment her life sank.
The next she flew.
Fluttering her wings, splashing colors, she flew high.
When she had crawled through her wormy putrid existence,
Sulking and mourning,
She had told her of eyes that defines beauty
Hearts that could love and spread joy.
When she had found the cocoon so hard on her,
The life too dark,
She had dawned, as her sunshine.
Painting the cage colorless, opening the bars,
Wanting her to fly.
The lonely nights she cried,
She, as the dew drops kissed her,
And left her never.
She pushed her.
A moment her life sank.
The next she flew.
As she flew, spreading out her wings, free and happy
She showed her the flowers wither
The farewell sans tears.
She told her of touch that could heal
The petals, withered and fallen.
The eyes that could read and speak.
Words that could hurt and kill.
She fed her with tales of the world
And through Her eyes she saw,
Beauty that breathed in every being.
She taught her the nectar was always sweet,
The one who tastes, requires patience.
Clutching Her fingers she walked,
To a world beyond the horizon.
A world of dreams.
A touch of Hers and colors were born,
In the canvas of her beautiful world.
As the hopes She had sown sprouted in her,
She learned, the valley isn't too dark.
Darkness was just a night away from light.
Every moment she grieved over the unfair lifeThat entwined their paths so late,
She could hear her heart whisper,
Celebrate, for you have met.
Lessons She taught, graved in her heart,
Words of hers etched within.
Tales She fed her with,
Tears She never let her shed.
The love they shared beyond words and chains.
The warmth.
Blessing, She is to her.
Picture Courtesy : Google Images
P.S. Sreelekha Ma'am, this one is for you. You are someone who have touched my life in a thousand ways. And if today I love language, literature, my pen, and words, if today I'm following my dreams, it is all because of you. And no words ever can describe what I feel for you. Call it love, respect or anything more or less meaningful. The day you decided to quit teaching, I cried. The tears weren't for I'll miss your classes ( I had finished my schooling then) but I felt bad for the children who would miss being your students. Who would never get to hear you speak about a million little things in life that no one ever bothered to talk about in the classrooms. Who would never get to listen the stories you have told us, the poems you made seem more beautiful, the morals you etched in our minds. The smile you gave us, the knowing glances you threw when you caught us whispering in classes, the little jokes, the singing times, the encouraging pat and the love you had for us. In all true sense of the word, I'm proud to say that I am your student. And blessed to have you in my life.
A very Happy Birthday to you :) Let the smile never fade from your face.
Aamiyude ammummaykk Paruvinte janmadinaashamsakal :)
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