On Teachers Day

That day of the year
To express heartfelt gratitude to your teacher

To my parents
My eternal guides, however much I say, there’s no end

To my sisters,
Be it tips through whispers, or the compass by being great listeners

To every teacher,
For what felt like learning to read and write, was to be the light for a bright future

To all those friends,
Who always stand by you, make you zoom in or out to see things clearly—your perfect lens

To, well, life,
For the people, experiences, lessons—always so rife

To time, the timeless teacher,
Time sometimes peels and time also heals—oh what an eternal mentor

Teacher's Day

Teacher’s Day


A diamond is forever

Depending on what you make of it


Can be diamond or glass

Strong or fragile

Really transparent and solid

Or just transparent and brittle

You either handle it with care

Or be left to handle-with-care


Depending on what you make of it

Diamond or glass

For a diamond can be forever

Time to rejuvenate

From a distance it had looked like a ray of light,
On getting closer he found it was a dark night.
The stars that had once seemed like hope distant,
Had all disappeared, were they too malevolent?

He took a deep breath in search of fresh air,
But it brought him deep despair.
All around him he could smell toxicity,
Washed away were all traces of simplicity.

A feeble nudge could get loyalties to sway,
Alas, there is no white, just black or then gray.
Seeking colorful and pleasant shades are no more aspired,
Dark, somber ones draped in illusionary lights are rather admired.

Lost was the feeling to together rejoice,
He instead felt, heads rising in malice.
This mass march towards name, fortune and fame,
With all this looked like a failure–so much in vain.

He thought it couldn’t be as late as fait accompli,
There was the time to still go out and try.
He closed his eyes and could see a spark,
On a self-cleansing journey, it was time to embark.

~ Seema Joshi

A river, stream or just a dream

Are like a stream
They flow
Chart out a path
At times meander
At others they cease
And are lost.

Some are joined by others
Now a gush of ideas
A strong current
A river
Now a movement

They make headway
Are not stagnant
They are powerful
To provide
To inspire
To keep moving…ahead
They don’t go back

A stream isn’t a river
A river many streams
A dream can just be
Or start one stream
Or many

Dare to dream
Become a stream
A river that takes the streams
And all the dreams!

~ Seema Joshi