prem79

a teacher by profession, a poet by heart

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  • prem79 4h

    The Childhood

    A young life in cradle mewling
    Watches the new world around
    Strangers with cuddly eyes and eager hands
    Pulls and feels the plump cheeks
    Love and affection ladened upon
    Happy mother constantly nursing
    The rose that bloomed in her womb
    Caring and protecting like the mother tiger
    The young life turns toddler
    Gamboling gaily with no culpability
    No life responsibility or liability
    All innocence and freedom
    The golden life; the childhood I had
    I live with the saudade.

    ©prem

  • prem79 1d

    Interview with December

    Mr. December in its gloomy overcoat
    Came in as Miss November had just left
    It's been long she has filed for divorce
    And they can't stand eachother
    I felt a sudden cold within me
    When they crisscrossed eachother
    Somehow I buoyed the awkward moment
    Mr. December sulkily came in
    And comforted himself in the chair
    Infront of me staring with dark eyes
    I offered him a cup of piping hot tea
    And started the interview
    "Have you thought over of your stand?"
    He stared at the ceiling; Sipping his tea
    Softly with heavy voice replied,
    "I love her dearly and I can't see her sad.
    If her happiness lies in absence of me
    Then be it"
    "Are you happy with your decision?"
    He dropped his head and said,
    "Of course not but her happiness is life to me"
    "Is it your cold attitude that compelled her to do so?"
    He with his red eyes loooked straight into my eyes as if to yell and confessed,
    "May be? But that's me and I was created in that way. But l could have been warmed."
    "How was your childhood?"
    He hideously smiled and replied,
    "It was innocent and lively and being the youngest, I was bit pampered."
    "What's your strength?"
    He confidently replied, " My coldness!"
    "What's your weakness?"
    Again He replied, "My coldness!"
    "Do you regret of being December?"
    " Of course not. I love myself as dearly as to others. I escalate the hope in the others to begin new and strive until they meet me again. No remorse at all."
    "What about November?"
    He replies heavy heartedly, "I adhere to whatever decision she takes."
    Now I felt my questions were too personal so I took leave from him.
    As usual he left sulkily and silently.
    As soon as he bade goodbye
    I felt the heat wrapping me gradually......... .........

    ©prem

  • prem79 2d

    I can't digest bitter honey
    But of course I love sweet bitter-gourd.

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  • prem79 3d

    JOURNEY

    With a few pairs of old dresses in a bag
    Reluctantly I had set out to the world of race
    A bit timid and naive
    To earn but not a living
    In a small village school
    As an English teacher the first time
    Inexperienced and raw as hell
    Yet was accepted with great respect and love
    The moment that changed my course of life to a new adventure
    That still continues
    I felt the need in the eyes of pupils
    With plethora of challenges ahead
    I began my journey of teaching
    Struggling and overcoming
    Successful and unsuccessful
    From one destination to another
    And the journey still continues
    Wondering where my life will lead me now.

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  • prem79 4d

    Paradox birthed from Greeks
    Is contrary to the accepted opinion
    Of paradox is not a paradox
    But it is a paradox
    When life may not be life
    And death could be a life
    As conflict is inseparable to life
    Death is peaceful
    Or a poet is born.

    The etymology of the word paradox comes from two Greek words meaning [Para = distinct from; Doxa= opinion]

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  • prem79 5d

    I'm a dumb headed poet
    Who frequently scatters his words
    Of remorse and indignation
    Sometimes of joy and philosophy
    Meaningless to the world
    I know the metaphors, oxymoron, antithesis, onomatopoeia, similie etc
    The style and devices that
    Might not reach you in a sound way
    My lovely audience
    But I leave the riddle for you
    With a dream that I have
    Like you may have yours
    To shine among the stars
    A hope covered in a shroud of fear
    Age that is meagre in hands
    But miles a distance to cover
    In the crowd of mocking lyre birds
    Yet your dreams are yours
    And nobody cares
    Just wake up every morning
    To walk the path to your destination.

    ©prem

  • prem79 1w

    Laziness

    On wintry nights
    When the cold sneeks
    And tries to grip my body
    I pull my warm and cozy blanket
    In all agility covering myself whole
    Snuggle until asleep
    Reluctantly I wake up in the morn
    Just to find my crumpled blanket
    Staring at me expectantly
    But I'm so lazy that I ignore
    So selfish I turn
    And the poor blanket just waits patiently
    To be folded and settled
    And I antipathetically lift it
    Sluggishly folding it, I oblige
    I wonder
    How to overcome this aversion.

    ©prem

  • prem79 1w

    Life lessons I learnt

    Life has unpredictable momentums
    There'll be a time when you are high in joy
    But learn how to keep an area for the sudden jolt of gloom
    You may have an awkward presence
    Turning you into target and constantly darted
    But every dart piercing you should be the reason for reform
    Every pain instilled should transform you to be better than what you have been
    Don't let the words from the crowd wall you
    Just remember you are one unique being in the world undiscovered
    It's not an easy task to mine a diamond
    Be one and they'll run for you one day
    Be so hard within that nothing can break you
    Also the world may not be as moral as you are sermoned
    There's lots of hidden filth which are kept masked
    Learn to seive them because even your closest can turn into a poisonous snake
    Be generous but not over generous
    Keep or horde for yourself
    For there may come a time when you are left empty
    Be true to what you do
    Be true to yourself
    Rest let the God look upon you.

    ©prem

  • prem79 1w

    We can never be happy
    By trying to be happy
    Unless realising it's ok to be sad
    Can be the reason of happiness
    A treatment for sadness
    Not you but the time may be bad.

    ©prem

  • prem79 1w

    # learning

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    Life's Learning

    Learning is not always fun
    Yet I learn everyday
    I'm learning how to avoid the judgements
    Like the stinging nettle in the jungle of my life
    I'm learning how to bloom in the lashes of adversities
    I'm learning how to keep quiet in the din
    I'm learning when to keep the door of my mind close and open
    I'm learning how to separate husks from the grains
    I'm learning how to peel coconut to relish the kernel
    I'm learning how to eat healthy
    I'm learning how to tidy my bed after waking up
    I'm learning how to make life joyous in scarcity
    I'm learning how to ignore the deliberate ignorance
    I'm learning how to accept the reality
    I'm learning how to till the garden of my hope
    I'm learning I'm learning I'm learning
    And I shall learn until the last light in my eyes.

    ©prem