The Sidereal Show.

              The Sidereal Show.
           I love my days.
          They create my shadows with the sunlight.
          As my shadows toe my line,
          I claim no itch for a following;
          It is me,my shadow and my day,
          Each breathing their own air in adjacency,
          Not clamouring for being together.
          I love my nights.
          They bind me safe within my blanket.
          My dreams team up in a row with my sleep.
          It is me, my dreams and my night,
          Each flashing colors in proximity,
          Not proclaiming oneness at any cost.
          My shadows and dreams are strangers to me
          As darkness to day and light to night.
          My body is the badge of my soul,
          Like the shroud is to the body.
          The body looks not for the shroud
          As the soul bothers not for the body.
          So do day and night taking their 
          Independent cycle not minding about
          Who follows whom or who belongs to whom.
          Being attached is being dumped as sediment.
          Separation is a sidereal show of life.

                                                                 P.Chandrasekaran.
          
       
   
     
         

Nostalgia.

          Nostalgia.

The cane in the hands of a teacher

Was once, a character builder.

The less used, the loftier it was.

The teacher  at the centre, deserved the power

To use his cane at the behest of parents.

For parents too, had faith in the grip  of the cane.

Discipline travelled from home to school,

And back home, along with the school bag.

Right prevailed in the absence of rights activists.

We were caned, made to kneel down ,

And stand up on benches, to help order,

Stand proudly on a higher pedestal.

Our ears were pinched at times by the teacher

Or by fellow students, who behaved better.

There were no grumblings from those punished.

No dissenting  notes either, from those who

Believed that parenting means perfecting.

When teachers treated wards as sons and daughters.

Care and cane became the cornerstones of schooling.

Schools on the whole, were grooming posterity,

To learn what was to be learnt and live,

The way one should live, at home and out of home.

                                                                     P.Chandrasekaran.