Miracles are rare
That’s what people say
But did anyone ever care
To look at the sun?
When it bursts in the sky
The morning star fades
The sun prepares to ignite
The horizon breaks
A thin orange slice
Like a newly bloomed daisy
Will burst to life
And light the way for all alike.
It rises and sets everyday
Travelling the world in a spin
Sometimes angry, smug sometimes
A little too bright or a little too dim.
Not just a ball of fire
Not just a source of light
The sun, my friends,
Supports all life
And in the evening again
It’s the masterpiece of the sky
It takes leave in style
A beauty none can deny
Miracles are rare
That’s what people say
Well, look at the sun
Didn’t it make your day?
So when the sun comes up
How will you greet it?
The sun rose and knocked,
We left for a morning walk
I saw a squirrel on a tree,
Swear it stopped and smiled at me.
The songs of birds at first light,
The freshness of the day,
The shadows of the early sunrise,
And the clean, crisp air
There is so much to see
The flowers, the birds, the honeybee
The grass under my feet
All of those await me.
But I stay and gaze
At the scurrying squirrel
And his faithful friends
Observing their eccentric ways
One makes a funny noise,
I laugh aloud, it runs away
They go round n round
Scuttle to and fro
Aimlessly digging holes in the ground
When everything else fails,
They chase their very own tails!
That is what they do,
Just like me and you
They save for winter
But never forgets how,
To live for the moment,
To enjoy the now
And that’s how squirrels are clever,
Than humans can be ever!
“Oh, books, what books they used to know,
Those children living long ago!
So please, oh please, we beg, we pray,
Go throw your TV set away,
And in its place you can install
A lovely bookshelf on the wall”
Read the full poem http:// m.poemhunter.com/poem/television/
Let your feelings show,
Love to your heart’s content,
Before you finally Let Go…
You are the books you read,
The people you meet.
The dreams you make,
The words you speak.
And you are, what you take from these.
Let the colors fill your mind
Carry your own sunshine
Live the truth,
Express your love,
Do more, need less,
Laugh a lot and be blessed.
See the wonder of it all,
Marvel at the sight,
Share the happiness,
Celebrate the life.
Dream big, but never be,
In too much hurry,
To stop and smell… to feel… to touch or to see.
So celebrate what has been given,
The tiny bit of heaven!
In the caverns of each soul,
Different talents wait to grow.
Each one has been given to lift,
One of the special gifts.
Some have the gift of verse,
Some are blessed with brevity,
Music, beauty, athletics and dance,
Innovation, imagination, luck and chance.
Some get the gift of strength ,
Some get the power of healing.
Some with the power of endurance,
And some have the gift of intelligence.
But there’s one that’s very rare,
And needs to be shared,
Of all the gifts, it stays above
And that, my friend
Is the Gift of Love.
Taylor Mali is perhaps best known for his poem “What Teachers Make“. The following poem is perhaps one of the best poems in praise and respect of teachers – the unsung heroes of the education system. It has successfully motivated many teachers, including me, to love what we do, and to do it better, everyday. It is said that the poem was born out of an actual dinner conversation Mali had.
The following illustration by Zen Pencils is my personal favourite as it combines my love for comics and poetry.
There are many reasons why I love teaching – Because :
1) I get to share my passion for reading, writing and learning.
2) My students constantly surprise me.
3) I get to see the world from so many different perspectives.
4) I get to learn new things.
5) I touch lives.
And even though I have a big problem with the current education system, I enjoy being a teacher for the love it brings me everyday.
A week ago, a group of students whom I had taught around two years ago called me up and invited me to their farewell party. I had already made some other plans for the day so I politely declined. My phone had no rest that day as there was an influx of calls. I eventually cancelled my other plans and decided to go to the party. And that was a wise decision.
The girls looked oh-so-pretty and the boys, suave. And I felt old. And blessed. And like a celebrity – because they all wanted to click a pic (mostly selfies) with me! 😀
And even though it was not a farewell for me, I was given presents. This brought tears to my eyes.
So yeah, I love teaching because it is indeed the most satisfying job in the world. 🙂
Do you ever feel like erasing certain memories from your mind? Like in the movie Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Joel and Clementine do.
People are often advised to let the tears flow when you’re hurt. But what if, you are so hurt that you are even unable to cry?
For sometimes the heart cries
Much more than the eyes
And it’s hard to be refined
‘Coz memories are caged in your mind.
Could you, perhaps, fall so deeply in love with someone that you need a drug to erase their memories?
In the movie, Joel cries in a scene, “Look at it! It’s falling apart! By morning, you will be gone!”
I have no idea about others but I would not want any memories erased, not even the ones that hurt.
Remembering is what helps you avoid making the same mistakes.
Remembering is what helps you grow as a person.
Remembering is what lets you realise how much some people meant to you and how little you meant to them.
Remembering helps you appreciate those who actually love you.
Remembering helps you hope.
And remembering, somehow, in some strange way, makes you happy.
So no, never wish to erase, wipe or forget the slate clean.
Sigh, oh heart, as you marvel at the moon again,
Along with the pleasant sight, comes a sweet pain.
Jewels in the sky, they speak in mimes,
I bade my heart build poor rhymes.
Dread has followed longing,
Ah, lost love will always be haunting.
Look! The sky shares your tears,
It has come to wash away your fears!
As I read this, the following aria from The Bohemian Girl popped up in my mind :
When other lips and other hearts
Their tales of love shall tell,
In language whose excess imparts
The power they feel so well:
There may, perhaps, in such a scene,
Some recollection be
Of days that have as happy been,
And you’ll remember me!
*We make several friends in our life, some stay along and some carry on. This is for those with whom I have lost touch.*
A life that could bloom
Was brought to an end
Yet the soul was caged
In a body most abused
It was not very late
Neither was she on her own
Did she look like a bait?
Then why was she raped?
For she was a woman
And men were men
They asked her to dress up better
And to learn defense
Protection is not needed
When you keep to yourself your hands
And your dicks in your pants
How could you be superior?
For the sake of honor
In the name of rage
You kill your daughters
You subdue, you belittle
And try to bring them down
How would you survive
If we chose to fight?
And there may come a time
When we refuse to obey
For where would you be
If not for the women
Who gave you life:
Who made your childhood memorable:
Who taught you most of what you know:
Who made your house a home:
Who kept your heart from growing hard:
Then why? Why? And why?
Do you forget
Your life stands upon that of a woman.