My Lucky Chinese Bamboo

I bought a Chinese bamboo plant one day

I was sure it would keep my sorrows at bay

It looked fresh and the leaves were a lovely green

I couldn’t resist but admire its beautiful sheen

Everyday I got up to see if it had grown

Yet it looked the same little shoot that I had sown.

There was more to it than just the lucky charm

One day I realized it as if someone shook me by my arm.

It was like the success that we strive for in the path of life-

We work with persistence but there is no end to our strife

Days passed by, then weeks months and years

There was a real testing of my patience and inbuilt fears

It didn’t grow

And would not show

And then when I looked away

It beckoned me to stay

I had given up and was about to fall

It had tested my faith and belief after all.

Then, as if whispering in my ear

My bamboo said: Friend, do not fear.

You will find success

It is just hidden,

So, I looked at my lucky bamboo

Which had grown all of a sudden

The time for growth and success was close

I was glad I didn’t give up and chose-

To wait and reap the fruit of my persistence

My Chinese bamboo had given me a lesson in patience.

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Teachers’Day- I was asked to write something by our Principal, so I penned this down a few days ago.

Life of a teacher is not easy at all,

She has to be alert and listen to everyone’s beck and call-

One moment she is a mother,

Another moment she is a motivator.

She’s learnt life skills and is a facilitator.

An amalgam of wisdom and knowledge so true,

She’s someone you’ll always look up to.

She’s a wizard, at times you can tell

In her class she casts a magic spell.

There are moments of strife in her life too,

She’s a multitasker and always knows what to do.

She is soft, she is firm and at heart very kind,

People like her are so hard to find.

She uses her creative skills to mould the clay,

So, I think it is the perfect time to be grateful and say-

Dear Teacher,

A Very Happy Teachers’ Day!

My Spice Queen- A call for empathy

The water was up to the brim.

The condition was quite grim.

The state that was ever so green

That once was the Spice-queen-

Now it is on the edge of disaster

Can anyone bring help faster?

There is havoc everywhere

So many moments of despair

The life giving water is everywhere

But not a drop to drink or share

Does anyone have a sip to spare?

I need help. Is there someone who could care?

There are kind people not far from here

So, rise and do not fear.

These devastations we shall fight

With funds, prayers and all our might

O nature!

You are our ultimate teacher and guide

I’m sure with tomorrow’s sun you’ll be by our side.

My Masterpiece

This is for all, no one in particular

I woke up to make something unusually spectacular

A white canvas lay in front of me so bare

A random range of colors, some rather rare

There was pink and blue

And some of a different hue.

In an instant even without looking

My hands started working

I dipped my fingers in the first colour of my choice

They moved on the plain white canvas

As though guided by an artist’s voice

First it was just scattered strokes of red, blue and green

And then emerged a picture that could vividly be seen

I looked at my hands, Oh! What a sight!

I moved back and what lay in front filled me with sheer delight

I saw intently and then I realized

It was my creation

Created by my aspiration

I had painted it all- every single bit,

But there was something I didn’t like about it.

There were smudges here and there,

Of hopeless desires and despair.

I closed my eyes instantly,

‘I will not see,’ I said to myself reluctantly.

The colours poked me with intensity,

I felt alone living a life of scarcity.

Time slipped by-

Then I saw the opening of my inward eye,

With ease this time, I opened my eyes

I didn’t look at the picture, but the glorious skies

There was no sign of despair, just beauty and abundance

My heart leaped as I came out of the trance

Now I shifted my vision on the canvas with confidence

I saw a different picture altogether

There were strokes of Love, of Hope, of Joy mixed together

I smiled to myself with a feeling of exhilaration

After all, the painting was mine- my ultimate creation.

Dreams

I taught myself to visualize

When I was a little girl.

I would day-dream often

Now the stories I would like to unfurl.

Some are quite simple, some complicated

Some completely new and slightly fabricated

But I love them all,-

They come to me at my beck and call

I hear the black horses in the meadows neigh

I listen to the dolphins sing and say

The crows in a meeting cawing in the breeze

And the woodpecker pecking the old jamun trees.

The mermaids dancing away in mirth and fun

Are you tired? My dreams have just begun.

I am still a kid at heart

Where could I get a better start

Than dreams that come in my drooping eyes

They stay with me even after I rise.

Away from reality, away from the fear of fall

Why I love them is no mystery at all.

Wait for me- It seems we are just rushing through the journey, always in a hurry. I want to slow down a bit to see and listen to life…..

Why are you in a hurry?

Wait for me!

Why do you have to worry?

Just wait for me.

I cannot keep pace

I think I am slow

Are you running a race?

Where do you have to go?

Oh! Why are you in a hurry?

Please, wait for me.

The distance between us is on the increase

But you don’t care at all

This rat race never seems to cease

Just wait, I might even fall.

Don’t rush, dear friend-

Slow down for me.

This journey will one day end,

And our souls will then be free.

For then,

I will not say,

Please wait for me!

The Buddha in Me

There was noise in the room

I felt I would swoon

Then I heard a low voice inside me

And the Buddha spoke to me,

Relax, listen to the symphony

For this noise is not your destiny

Close your eyes and look inwards,

Then you’ll see me

And get my company

I’m still sitting under the old Bodhi tree

Hear not, listen and I’ll set you free.

Be not attached, detach yourself

Look inwards to the Higher Self

This noise doesn’t belong to you

But there is something you could do

Look into that inward eye

Then with clarity you will spy

The world is neither you nor I

Shed this burden before you die.

For the Buddha is back

Now there is nothing you will lack

He will set you free

Shower you with moments of ecstasy

He will lead your path and fill your heart with glee.

Then I’ll be you and you’ll be me.