Pleasure of Words

My Years pass in pinning madness shattered hopes die in bloody bitterness My Days, wander in   somber folly wasteful hours pass in a mindless reverie At dusk, I light the fire of life the smouldering embers soothen my strife In Night's arms, drinking the   darkness gazing the glittering charms I sing   in wilderness My life takes flight to distant horizons freed from its plight Comes the spiteful dawn cracking streaks of light into Body's chambers drowns the spirit's flight If, to see only sorrow's might in absence of light be a boundless night

How many poems! Were written to you... Dissolving my soul into words I smeared it in my sweet angst... Your ugly unkindness lacerated my Being Gathering its shreds... I continue, to 'Be' In nauseating disdain I write, my last word to you: 'You are a mockery of all that is Woman' Words will be written; not to your titillating flesh,but to men and women Whose beauty lies in their intelligence; in their Character; in their fights; not in their made-up looks Turning inward I seek, to realise the Self... In reclusive musing  immersed in, pervasive consciousness

Tumultuous thoughts swirl in mind's commotion Atoms of air stand in still suspension Sans mercy, silence gropes the Suffocating Soul Scorching sun spurred the agony and parched the Being Life's rhythm repeats   in the heart's beat I tug at the beard pull out a thought's shred; inspect its form and pull out another In dreamy thoughtfulness under the cloud's shadow, I rest in the lap of lassitude

Once,  in an attempt to  allow children to give space to children’s questions, I told to ask whatever questions they have in mind. I was bombarded with  a number of  questions and one that stands out in my mind: If humans came from monkeys, why haven’t all monkeys changed to humans? A simple question on evolution, it may seem, but it is the manifestation of the children’s natural willingness to learn. When we studied electricity, students brought the igniting part of the gas-stove lighter which on pressing could light up a small LED bulb; I had thought for years, that the lighter used friction to generate spark, and it was a revelation to see that it was electricity that generated spark.  They not only build boats and rockets using  paper but  create d  a myriad of shapes and structures using paper.  This spirit of enquiry and exploration – using the body and mind – forms an essential part of the learning process and is naturally present in a child.    John Holt disappr