Bygone School Days

Less all is to describe about school
Where we've hundreds of rule
Of which some are broken
And accept punishment as a token.

Learned to make a queue for prayer
And were taught to share and,
to weight and treat all with fair
Everything was in school's air.

A mansion where delinquent children
Bow down their heads and hands back
With cheeks, ears, nose converting red
And we utter, 'sorry teacher, it won't be repeated.'

Smelling loo of school where,
some choose better to conceal
For the fear of punishment terms
Inside planning for excuses to be made more and more.

When in school, there is a feel
like, behind the rail bars.
And those days once lost
We just wish to get back behind those...

Had I there been like, all time, all day
And with all zeal.

Soul: The Treasure Chest

My inner soul, I heard her say-
'what shameful act is this.. it's wastage of time'
Holding upon few seconds,

I didn't know what to speak.. to whom...

Quietness of my thoughts
Silence of my pain always
Do keep on haunting me
And get scattered on blank pages


I, then, arranged the beads 

of those in sequence thinking,

I must bring them together and
preserve each thought Having Him


And chuckling at my grief
Eventually, I did realize-
       the grin of my lips
       the tear of my eyes
       the ointment of my woe
       the warmth of his trustworthy palm
Is He and only He.