Qamar ul mutha'allim

Nailed up by desolation
I cried out to get freed
I ran towards the mounts
To have a new venture

On the way,it happened,  
I met him!!! the man of hope
He is far from a good teacher
A teacher never be like this

He is the man of blessing
A boon given from heaven
Though,  he means so much
I call him only Usthad,

They call him shamzul ulama, 
The sun of wise men
I call him qamarul mutha'allim, 
The moon of aspiring students.

For them, he shines like sun
But burns with heat of truth
To them he grins like sun
With his light of knowledge

For us, he shines like moon,
With all his  love and compassion
To us, he smiles like moon
With all his purity and reflection

He taught us how to live
When we refused to learn
With him, we forgot how
How we learnt all we ought

I went to learn Arabic
But he taught life along
Thank you so much Usthad
The personified blessings.


The inmate

While going through the application form filled by the young beautiful lady, sitting in front öf her table, Anita's mind was filled with emotions. She couldn't understand how could this world be so mean.  Astonished by the answer given in the visitors colunm, Anita stared at the young woman with anger. It was written none in the visitors colunm.
Sitting on the chair of warden in the most famous old age home of the city, Anita could see  the merciless behaviour of different kinds of People.  Many sons and daughters left their parents here forever after promising that they will pay a visit very soon. Though,  they didn't return,  they maintained the courtesy öf not hurting their elders on face.

Here a daughter or a grand daughter??? Anita couldn't make out the age of the victim whose fate is written in the narrow corridors of this old age home. The woman who sat in front of her must be around thirty or thirty five...From her age, Anita guessed the victim as her grandmother who could be of the age somewhere near seventy or sevent five. Seventy five is not a big age in this home as most inmates here are running on their nineties . Thinking about the age, her eyes flew to the colunm of age. That colunm was empty.

The lady who filled the application left towards the car even before Anita thinks of asking about the inmate's age. Within a few minutes,  she appeared with two big bags and one trolly bag. That was again a surprise to Anita as never in  her career, she saw more than one bag given to the inmates. Two or three sets of clothes and a box filled with medicines were the most common contents of those small bags.

Looking at such a heavy luggage Anita called her back. She was confused on the available space to get all these things accommodated. She couldn't understand the need of this much luggage to a woman aged more than seventy. On her voice, the lady looked back with a lot of questions on her long eyes. Though, they were hidden behind her small spectacles,  Anita could spell each and every questions in that look.

She left the luggages on the corridor and slowly walked towards Anita. Anita couldn't  prevent herself from being harsh towards the lady because of her cruelty towards her mother or grand mother. She said in a rough voice that she can't afford this much of clothes here. The lady seemed calm and answered in a low voice that they are not clothes,  they are books....the only assets I have in this world. I cant leave them.

Suddenly Anita felt that she is making a mistake while raising voice to a woman. She must have been entrusted by her siblings to leave their mother here. So she is not the only one to be blamed. On this thought,  she could relax herself a bit and asked whether they needed a bigger room which will cost an amount of fifty thousands rupees more. The lady replied no. That no added a lot to Anita's anger. She couldn't imagine the suffocation an old woman will have in a small room, among this much of books

Without even showing the politeness to seek permission,  the lady turned herself towards the luggage, Anita stopped her to give the reciept of 2.65 lacs. She explained the details of the Payment. Rs.15000 towards admission fees and Rs.2.5 lacs towards the fixed deposit, 40% of which will be returned on the death of the inmate.

Relatives of the inmate cannot claim the dead body as all the healthy parts of the body will be donated to the needed patients and rest of the body will be given to the medical students for their practical sessions. The lady listened it without any pain or restlessness unlike other People who reached there to leave their unwanted parents. Anita started hating the lady again for her insanity. Her mind tagged the lady as personified cruelty. 

As the lady was about to leave again, Anita again called her from behind and asked her to fill the colunm of age. While the lady was taking the pen to fill that colunm, Anita asked her where is the inmate, she should sign in the register. Returning the application form, the lady forwarded her hands for the register. Being hesitant to give it to her, Anita told her that,"no, it should be signed by the inmate". First time since they met, the lady stared at Anita's eyes and took the register and signed on it without her permission and returned it.  Shocked on her move, Anita looked at the colunm of age at the application form. It was written "32 years".


Behind the horse

While laying as an object before the viewers, 
She was not sad, though she was ashamed
Somebody shouted, she is jenny; the female donkey
Jenny couldn't make out her fault; being a female or a donkey

Unwilling to frame both,she convicted her desire
None encouraged her desire to run with the horse.
Even the horse tried a lot to make her not to pursue
Everyone had the same reason. 
A donkey can't reach him..a female will never
None on earth could make her turn back 
Provoked by her inherent faith, she started running. ...
Even in her max, she couldn't reachveven his way
Competence as his tagline, horse never looked back

Over excited muscles couldn't catch up her heart 
There took an avenge where her body became her enemy
Fighting with her muscles, she couldn't move her feet
running above her speed landed her to the stable
With a scarced health, she couldn't hold a load
Mercy was shown to her by sending her to the Zoo
Being an object is a cause of shame, yet she is not sad
For she cherishes the memory of steering behind the  horse.


You are the one

You are the one with whom 
I wanna age with

You are the one with whom 
I wanna walk with

You are the one with whom 
I wanna wake with

You are the one with whom 
I wanna live with

You are the one with whom 
I wanna eat with

You are the one with whom 
I wanna love with

You are the one with whom 
I wanna dine with

You are the one with whom 
I wanna sleep with

You are the one with whom 
I wanna age with


Why do I excel?

On the way back from my past,
I saw a runner who is still ready to run
And I am running to reach the present
On the way back from my past,
I saw a learner who is still ready to learn
Because I am learning to live
On the way back from my past,
I saw a singer who is still ready to sing
For there is a sweet tone plays around my lips
On the way back from my past,
I saw a guitarist who is still ready to play
As my fingures are still moving in search of the strings of my guitar
On the way back from my past,
I saw a painter who is still ready to paint
Since my eyes are still engaged in beautiful colors
On the way back from my past,
I saw a writer who is still ready to write
Even now I am writing this poem
On the way back from my past,
I saw a smiler who is still ready to smile
While I still let a smile to reign on my face
On the way back from my past,
I saw a  me who is still ready to excel
So I do decide to excel till I close my eyes forever


Is it the time for a journey?

Is it the time for a journey? 
A journey that holds a lot
A journey that never ends
Through the ways, I never had been
With none behind to follow 
With none ahead to be followed
Yearning for that mellifluence that was never heard
Seeking for the panorama that was never seen

Is it the time for a journey? 
A journey that will make më reach to my unknown destiny
A journey that will answer all my riddles
Through the paths 
Shaped by aliens
With no precise aim to bother
With no steep goals to reach
Longing to meet that incarnated oddity
Hoping to point the seed of that unpercieved life

Is it the time for a journey? 
A journey that is predesigned
A jouney  that has nothing to propose
Through the shores of knowledge in abundance
With no desire to have even a drop of it
With no lust to enjoy its mantled nudity
Searching the origin of its core that was never revealed
Ceasing the flow of those tears that were never oozed out....


My pseudo friend

Sailing on the boat of joy and love, 
I looked around for you
You held my hand and drove my boat we together sailed on

Sailing on the boat of risk and wreak, 
I looked around for you
You left my hand but drove my boat we together sailed on

Sailing on the boat of pain and tears, I looked around for you
You left my hand and left my boat, I alone sailed on

Sailing on the boat of ail and fall,
I looked around for you
You hold their hands and drove their boat
You together sailed on

Sailing on the boat of dashing hopes, I looked around for you
God held my hands and drove my boat we together sailed on

Sailing on the boat of hailing joy,
I looked around for God...
You came to me and ask for joy
I sailed on, leaving you...

Reaching on the shore of togetherness
You spread your hands for me
Living on a life of harmony,  I left you pseudo friend. I left you for others


Jisha Jagadeesh

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