Monday, May 11, 2015

My life, my mother and everything in between.

As a little child, I remember memorising and reciting a song in school that serenaded teachers on Teacher's Day. But since I was the teacher's pet, she let me in on her big secret: the song was originally written for mothers and she had conveniently replaced the word 'mother' with 'teacher' throughout the song. And I wondered to myself how changing the very subject of the ode still hadn't caused any change in the context or meaning of the song. That was the first time the uncanny resemblance between a mother and a teacher dawned upon me. Over the years I came to realize how my mother was indeed my first teacher. She taught me how to write, all alphabets aligned according to their heights, nothing over or under the designated lines. She taught me how to behave around boys and how to handle relationships and heartbreak. She taught me to be kind, charitable, strong-willed yet adaptable. And to this day my mom remains the best teacher I ever had.

Friday, May 1, 2015

Don't you worry child

Don't you worry child, he said
Everything will be alright

I know you've been forsaken
And had your share of woe
I know you hit the edge, he said
But that was long ago.

The pain will wither away
And the tears will be no more
Love will heal your heart, he said
Of that I'll make sure

I rue all those times when
I wasn't with you before
But it's a new beginning, he said
And I'm standing at your door

I know you've been aching
You miss a true friend
Here, hold my hand, he said
And I'll walk with you till the end

Your eyes are clear as glass
They tell me that you fear
 Go be a shining star, he said
Don't be afraid, I'm near

You'll fall, you're only human
And I'll swoop you off the ground
I'll be your shelter, he said
When the sky is falling down

You'll learn to trust again
And the sun will shine bright
Don't you worry child, he said
Everything will be alright