STRAIGHT FROM MY HEART

A MOTHER'S TREASURE IS HER DAUGHTER WHEN MY DAUGHTER IS AWAY .......... Why have I become so sensitive? I wasn't so... Why do I start rolling down tears over trivial matters? I wasn't so... Why do I spend sleepless nights? I wasn't so... Why don't I mingle with the people as I used to? I wasn't so... Why do I want to talk to myself; no-one else? I wasn't so... Why don't I feel like talking to my friends in neighbourhood? I wasn't so... Why do I keep waiting for the sun to set? I wasn't so... Why have I started feeding the younger one so well? I wasn't so... Why do I keep looking at the World clock, time and again? I wasn't so... Why have I started reading books so often suggested by her? I wasn't so... Why do I want to improve my health, my personality, my knowledge? I wasn't so... (The moments of silence and introspection...) Her dreams, her aspirations Our expectations, our ambitions Her insistence to prove her worth n calibre O

                 RECALIBRATING PEDAGOGY AFTER LOCKDOWN The famous axiom states, " Learning and innovation go hand in hand. The arrogance of success is to think that what you did yesterday will be sufficient for tomorrow."   How true this statement is in today's scenario! The excessive use of technology for our young generation has always been a hotly-debated and burgeoning topic in the school curriculum and students had always been advised to keep themselves away from these harmful gadgets as they not only waste their invaluable time but cause severe damage to their concentration level and cerebral arteries also. Ironically this technology such as laptops, smartphones,tabs has proved to be a boon during this precarious situation of Coronavirus Pandemic - 19 and has always been at the beck and call of the students, parents, and all the stakeholders.    Each one of us has witnessed that adversity both strengthens our innate potential and equip us with innume

This poem is about the ultimate reality of life that remains neglected. We forget to invoke the blessings of God every day due to our hectic schedule irrespective of the fact that God has bestowed all His blessings on all of us.             ( ਕੂਝ ਸੋਚੀਏ ਤੇ   ਵਿਚਾਰੀਏ ) ਇਹ ਦੁਨੀਆਂ ਰੈਣ ਬਸੇਰਾ ਏ ! ਐਥੇ ਕੋਈ ਨਹੀਂ ਤੇਰਾ ਏ ! ਆਪਣਾ ਆਪਣਾ ਕਹਿ ਕਹਿ ਕੇ ,  ਜ਼ਿੰਦਗੀ ਸਾਰੀ ਗਵਾਈ ਏ   ! ਮਾਲਕ ਦਾ ਨਾਂ , ਨਾ ਲਿਆ ਬੰਦਿਆਂ    ਇਹ ਕਿੱਦਾਂ   ਜ਼ਿੰਦਗੀ ਬਿਤਾਈ ਏ !!     ਔਕਾਤ , ਔਕਾਤ ਨੂੰ ਰੋਂਦਾ ਏ   ; ਕੀ ਤੇਰੀ ਔਕਾਤ ਹੈ , ਔਕਾਤ ਦੇ ਪਿੱਛੇ ਜ਼ਿੰਦਾ ਏ   ,  ਔਕਾਤ ਦੇ ਪਿੱਛੇ ਮਰਦਾ ਏ   ! ਔਕਾਤ ਬਣਾਂਦੇ ਬਣਾਂਦੇ   ਸਾਰੀ ਜ਼ਿੰਦਗੀ ਬਿਤਾਂਦਾ ਏ   !! ਮਿੱਟੀ ਵਿਚ ਕਿਸੱ ਪਲ   ਮਿਲ ਜਾਣਾ ! ਕਿਸੇ ਨੇ ਨਹੀਂ ਤੈਨੂੰ ਪੂੱਛਣ ਆਉਣਾ !!   ਫਿਰ ਕਿਸ ਔਕਾਤ ਦੀ ਦੁਹਾਈ ਏ ! ਆਪਣੀ ਸਾਰੀ ਜ਼ਿੰਦਗੀ ਬਿਤਾਈ ਏ !!                    ਰੱਬ ਦਾ ਨਾਂ ਹੈ ,       ਸੂਖ ਦਾ ਸਾਗਰ ! ਅਨਮੋਲ ਨਾਂ ਨਾਲ ,         ਭਰ ਲੈ ਗਾਗਰ !!   ਦੁਨੀਆਂ ਆਪਣਾ ਕਹਿੰਦੀ ਏ !  ਜੱਦ ਤੱਕ ਚਮੜੀ ਕੰਮ ਦੀ ਰਹਿੰਦੀ ਹੈ !!   ਨਾਂ ਤੂੰ ਕਿਸੇ ਦਾ , ਨਾਂ ਕੋਈ ਤੇਰਾ ! ਇਹ ਦੁਨੀਆਂ ਹੈ ਕ

                                         DIFFERENT PERSPECTIVE How difficult moments one has to face!!! Is it advisable to make our life a race? Temptations, material objects are innumerous. Is this the reason to distract from our focus?   Will our aspirations allow us ever to have leisure? Sitting amongst our loved ones is a real pleasure. Using others as a ladder is a mounting passion. Minting money by hook or crook is in fashion.   Life blur Comments slur Neither respect                                        Nor prospect Never-ending marathon                                        No virtues, no compassion     What kind of ambitions are we nurturing? Working incessantly – summer, winter, or spring? Posh bungalows, sprawling lawns, and a Mercedes Why don’t our thoughts go beyond these luxuries?   Pretentious life                                        Without respite   Turmoil; in & out                                      

Nirbhaya’s rape case left such unhealed wounds on my heart that forced me to spend sleepless nights thinking how can someone be so savage and barbarous? That horrendous crime on 16 December 2012 left such an indelible imprint on my mind that I stopped taking my daughters out with me. The image of the human being got so tarnished that I stopped believing in humanity. I became extremely depressed reflecting how shocking and shattering the trauma of being rapped would be and finally my pent-up and suppressed feelings received a little respite when an outlet was given to them in the form of this poem.  This poem is for all those women who become victims of rape, assault, acid attack, or any type of molestation. It is an appeal to let everyone live his life peacefully. Let the buds blossom and spread their fragrance in the surroundings.                                                                           Let’s Think Together My heart aches,  tears trickle down. When I see  the wor