Monday, January 10, 2011

The Write Key!

Baby Steps in happy Garten!
Firm, her gentle grip led
me up the magic stairs
to where rivers silver stream
amidst lush green life;
the Eden of Words.

Morn, I knocked for a voice!

It rhymed with the artist's hold
on my sword, the one I swish
at will for bread, love, for sleep;
in awe I froze and
she stepped down, an altar!

It indeed was one, a temple!

Lambs tiny, soft and naughty;
given candy and songs
to nourish 'em into 'solid men'.
Wait; easy she saw through the
smile of a Christmas kid.

You little one of many?

I leaned to my name,
for a kiss, wine and a high.
These jingles for her ears;
a gift for the key
I used to unlock my world.

(An Ode to Yvonne, my first teacher! She used to put me on her lap and hold my hand to guide me through the contours in the copy book. She taught me the alphabets and the many words I use now so liberally to make a living... Yvonne and Uncle Willy live in Canada now and were in Kochi this year to celebrate Christmas with family. The lines were written just after my visit to her place, the old family house in Fort Kochi where I used to run about singing rhymes as a three-year-old...)


Krislin Neo, Ting (Syracuse Pike) said...

I enjoyed reading this.. Somewhat, it reminded me of my very first teacher, one who nurtured me into who I am now..
Thanks for sharing with us through those beautiful words..

leo said...

Very good lines. Takes me back to my childhood.

And i also remember that photo of urs, in front of ur teacher's house.

ryan said...

Nice One buddy :) God Bless

Thought-Les said...

thanks kris, leo and ryan :-)

Sanjeev said...

Loved that. Nice verse, nicely worded. God bless all teachers, they always have someone out there showering love and respect on them, even after years rush by. Superbly crafted lines, mate.

Thought-Les said...

thanks sanjeev :-)