A Mother

The tiny eyes of a tiny toddler,
The tiny hands,the tiny feet,
A baby step and he falls again!
One more try goes in vain!


His fury grows out of bounds,
His baby vision explores around,
The baby food , not so yummy,

Where the hell is his mummy?


On his knees,he makes the crawl,
Beware the stairs,he's about to fall !
His mum lifts him in her lap,
Why he cries,as if slapped?


He's put among the furry bears,
And he doesn't like his mum's glares,
Bored of toys,he wants to walk,
and jump over a hundred blocks!


His mum holds his tiny hands,
The first time,he manages to stand!
One by one,the steps he takes,
In mum's shadow,the moves he makes,


From a trembling walk to a speedy run,
He's all in frolic,he relishes the fun!
Feeling safe without any fear,
He giggles and crackles when mum cheers.

My life through my eyes

Life seems to be moving in a fast-paced lane. Years have flashed by like seconds but nostalgia remains buried in my memories.

It took just one visit to my high school and the old memories came sprawling back, as if it was just yesterday! The vacant school benches spacious enough for only 2 but a bunch somehow clinging on to the minutest of available space ; the little classroom cupboard actually meant to house important docs but strewn with scratchy papers; the dusty blackboard where the formulas were rubbed off just after the teacher exits ,to make space for creative comments ; the notice board which once glittered with handicrafts ,chart-papers and posters the student-artists made; the teachers desk from where a constant vigil was kept……everything seems to have lightened up.