Meenaxi's Muse

Colors of the rainbow Enchanting, to be painted and preserved Same colors glistening On a drop of morning dew To be ignored and trampled

Have you ever got red rose from a teacher ? Happy Birthday Abha Ma'm A usual morning, defined affair Freezing fingers, shivers and winter Behind the table, she stood there Biting cold all over, an impersonal atmosphere She did something, A blanket of warmth everywhere A fresh Red Rose for every chair With dew on it, I held it dear Love effervescence, from a fleeting teacher It was not fair, It was not fair A wish for a beautiful and long life for dear Abha Ma'm  With Love Meenaxi

This post is written to follow the theme of experience with ‘ Encountering the Other in Language / Place’ on the BluePrintReview Blog carnival( http://www.blueprintreview.de/lapjoin.htm ) , emphasizing on the other, and in the process of seeking, a different perspective evoked where the other-ness could not be found. Picture credits - From Freedom Collection on Favim.com Where do I belong? What place, what language? What is foreign to me? I am here Always was, I am ancient I was a volcano, a boulder A fish, a sparrow or a squirrel Today, I am a girl You make me bow Attach me with a custom God Fence me, limit me Introduce me to fear Free me, let me fly I am a cloud A rootless, homeless floater Of no shape, no race, no color I just change, stay forever Don’t tie me With your sacred thread No sprinkling of holy water From the purest world I have emerged Been tied to the strongest Chord of umbilical Into t...