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Showing posts with label remember. Show all posts
Showing posts with label remember. Show all posts

Saturday, March 3, 2018

the last time...




Do you remember the last time....







  • you were a child and sat in a parent's lap
  • you believed in superheroes and magic
  • you hid a candy to have it later
  • you looked in the mirror and cried
  • you put a coin in a piggy bank
  • you held a deceased parent's shriveled hand
  • you put your tired head on a friend's shoulder
  • you felt the warmth of a loved one next to you
  • you saw someone smile and it melted your heart
  • you saw a sunset and it didn't make you sad
  • you read an obituary and said a prayer
  • you saw a couple in love and smiled
  • you brushed your fingertips on a baby's cheek
  • you let a cup of tea get cold waiting for someone
the beauty and cruelty 
of every last time is
that you don't know it's the last

the last time !


Saturday, February 18, 2017

Farewell Notes to Love








I touched love briefly
like an eclipse 
touches the moon

tides and journeys
same and yet
never the same again

you will be
a milestone
and my whole journey
home.

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the joys
can become sorrows
or lessons
or nothing

Love is a
versatile alchemist

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Longing is
not the worse
the worse
is 
hopeless longing

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sometimes healing
is impossible
or may take forever
sometimes
it just takes
a glance, a gaze.

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Farewells
are never easy
sometimes what we bid
goodbye, stays
what we carry
gets lost to life.


Monday, January 16, 2017

Skyfall





The world is a voyeur
in this souk of words
it constantly demands
Nudes of the souls

mine are mostly
self-portraits
in pastels and greys
palettes get limited
by the lenses of
joy and pain
life spins like a wheel

Time is a razor
twin-blades - love and deceit
unlimited close shaves
of too many trieds
and could-have-beens

With Hemingway
in the trench of depression
I learnt that
the heart of a writer
is their only bait

Memories nibble on it
shred by shred
maybe that's why 
most cages
are made of ribs

In an old playlist
-" ....you may have my number
you can take my name
but you'll never have my heart"

The wild  thing
In my cage
Howls
and remembers
someone sing

Monday, January 28, 2013

Memory with Tea

The crunch of life
I used to buy for two rupees
has been long lost with
the familiar poodiwalaah

the glittering signages
of multinational chains
selling international cuisines
have gobbled up
the old woman who sold
boiled eggs with rock salt
on winter eves

the benches thankfully
are still here
but vacant
the plague of social networking
has killed the time
that permitted
sitting there doing nothing
gossip,chat,observe
and soak the sun

the state library
and the church
mostly visited by 
only tourists now
have air fresheners
killing the
fragrance of nostalgia

in each of these
I have lost
the ideal of something
SHIMLA was


I delete
all the new pictures
and munch on memory
with a hot cup of tea.


* the man who sold paper cones filled with a homemade spicy mixture of nuts.


Tuesday, July 26, 2011

REMEMBER ME?


Just two weeks in a Montessori school for my daughter , and I am encountered with a common but often overlooked problem in Indian schools - bullying.We want to believe that all little kids are complete angels, incapable of inflecting harm on each other, but the unhappy reality is, they are.
I suppose because the behavior is typically associated with older kids, it is often overlooked during the younger years, when it's hard to tell the difference between normal social experimentation and emergent bullying behavior.Researchers estimate that 20 to 30 percent of school-age children are involved in bullying incidents, as either perpetrators or victims. Bullying can begin as early as preschool and intensify during transitional stages, such as starting school in 1st grade or going into middle school.
Bullying can cause an enormous amount of stress, fear, and anxiety in young kids. Sonee,my daughter luckily enough is the expressive types and tells me about it frankly but there can be kids who are being bullied but don't say much.Your young child may be being bullied if s/he:
  • is suddenly scared to go to preschool
  • complains of headaches or stomachaches for no reason
  • is clingy and whiny
  • comes home with unexplained injuries
  • is withdrawn or depressed
  • talks about one particular child doing mean things to him
  • has trouble concentrating
  • avoids eye contact when you ask him/her about school
Luckily for me in Sonee's case the bullying so far is only about some rough play and snatching belongings.I am no professional in this field but to begin with I am teaching her to stand tall, look the bully in the eye, tell an adult, and avoid being alone.Also I am reinforcing her to use a loud LEAVE ME ALONE,when its required.The teacher and the staff have been informed and asked to be more vigilant.
I hope I successfully enhance her confidence and teach her a lesson or two about socialization,because bullies will be everywhere in the real world.
I strongly believe whether our child is a bully or a target of bullying, the way we handle the incidents will have a long term effect on all of the parties involved.Here's a poem from a bullying victim ,which brings in all the optimism that is so peculiar of kids.


REMEMBER ME ?

REMEMBER ME?
I AM THE BOY WHO SOUGHT FRIENDSHIP;
THE BOY YOU TURNED AWAY.
I THE BOY WHO ASKED YOU
IF I TOO MIGHT PLAY.
I THE FACE AT THE WINDOW
WHEN YOUR PARTY WAS INSIDE,
I THE LONELY FIGURE
THAT WALKED AWAY AND CRIED.
I THE ONE WHO HUNG AROUND
A PUNCHBAG FOR YOUR GAMES.
SOMEONE YOU COULD KICK AND BEAT,
SOMEONE TO CALL NAMES.
BUT HOW STRANGE IS THE CHANGE
AFTER TIME HAS HURRIED BY,
FOUR YEARS HAVE PASSED SINCE THEN
NOW I’M NOT SO QUICK TO CRY.
I’M BIGGER AND I’M STRONGER,
I’VE GROWN A FOOT IN HEIGHT,
SUDDENLY
I’M POPULAR
AND
YOU’RE LEFT OUT THE LIGHT.
I COULD, IF I WANTED,
BE SO UNKIND TO YOU.
I WOULD ONLY HAVE TO SAY
AND THE OTHER BOYS WOULD DO.
BUT THE MEMORY OF MY PAIN
HOLDS BACK THE REVENGE
I’D PLANNED
AND INSTEAD, I FEEL MUCH STRONGER
BY OFFERING YOU MY HAND.

By
Ray Mather

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