Shriyandhaa's space

The stories you share; not old,  Not aged;  But like worn seaglass - Smoothed by decades of storms, work, experiences;  But still shimmering all the same.  Your hopes higher than clouds,  Fuelling us to try harder each time.  Your knowledge that you impart to us,  And which you trust us to use wisely  Carry it on.  Older than before,  But as eager as always.  7 decades in this world And many, many more to come. Your age is now an indication  Of all the warmth, hope, prayers,  Love, care, affection, concern  You spent a lifetime giving away.  Happy birthday Babu Thatha!

  An elated feeling is a shoe so new,  The feeling is free, though our steps askew;  The shoe, unfazed is a comfort indeed  But soon on puddles and mounds of dirt -  Around which we shall skirt. A shoe once new and specklessly clean,  Drenched in dirt in the future foreseen.  Stepping into the shoes of another person;  Your feet might ache, or they might bounce high But at the very end of the day,  Your shoes will be the ones to carry you back home To assist in flight. The grooves we wear deep into the sole, The bruises we leave forever on one's soul -  Silently ignored, but the shape erodes; Rougher and rougher as the days go.  We run, we jump, we tread, we trip Yet the sole remains intact; until one faithful day,  The shoe gives away.  It's taken enough,  For once it was loyal,  But patience is tough.  Every mark you leave is permanent;  Not everything's a scour; it could leave a scar,  The one w...

  A tree can grow two ways -  It grows against gravity  Upwards, taller.  Visibly.  It can also grow downwards; Inside, roots spreading out deep.  In the dark, when no one can see.  You could get laughed at for lagging behind,  You could get laughed at for being too slow.  But what they don't know is that You ARE growing; but quietly.  On the inside.  It's called getting ready  To grow outward.  And none of that could truly happen Without that feeling of awareness from the outside.  Which is what a teacher is for.  Who helps you grow in ways you never thought to,  Who helps you find the light to learn,  Even when it's in a dark, damp place. Who stands by you when all else wouldn't,  Who holds you in place when strong winds blow.  A teacher is the constant force Appearing to push us off the cliff of knowledge,  But really pulling us into the world outside.