The trees stand stark and bare
Against winters lead grey sky
The snow lays cold and deep
And the earth asleep doth lie
No small birds sing, no little things
Move across the land
The earth in hibernation, a long sleep
As winter makes her stand
I awake one morn in the early dawn
And warmth has come once more
A small bird sings a green leaf springs
From natures open door
Once again the earth awakes and life begins anew
And the bitter cold of winter
Has vanished like the dew

I secretly sat at your secluded spot on the lake
I languidly listened and watched the Sunset
writing this while I cease to worry
because I was wrong.

They were wrong when they pigeonholed
you in black and white as one toned ordinary
when you're really vivid shades of hazel
More than meets the eye & captivating
as many shades as in the Sunset
I've been watching from your spot.
Colour me interested because I want to see what hue we'd make mixed together
Yours would compliment and supplement mine
into a vibrant tone
brilliant enough to paint  a whole canvas
with the full spectrum of our shades in our union.

Reading  from it's book of absurdity, for you and me is a daily routine,
do I  get conditioned to meekly accept life's brutal reality you ask me
Even on a bed of burning coal, I've seen dancers amaze with alacrity,
I fight back those slings and arrows with the sheer verve of my poetry.
From  lonely walks, through inner paths every time I return smiling
my golden retriever faithfully follows with the day's happy find.

I had a dream this morning
But when I was awake I couldn't remember a thing from it
Then I thought

If you forget what you dreamt
Then the dream was probably not worth remembering

If you remember things from a bad dream
Then console yourself that it was just a dream

If you had a good dream
Then try to make it true

If you didn't dream at all
Then you had your best sleep that night

Son, for you
I always think with my heart
Not with my brain

Stethoscope around the neck
Little orange spectacles sans glasses
A plastic syringe with rubber within
Tiny touches on my chest
An injection on my arm
A gentle rub
On goes the fake band aid
"You are fine now", he says
All equipments go back into the tiny plastic briefcase
It's his first mini medical play set
And I am his first patient

Tomorrow is my birthday
I've had 29 so far
But this time the writing on the cake will be the best
It will read "Happy birthday mummy", instead of my name
The most prestigious title I hold
Baby, I love you
Thank you for being mine

They said it was A PUSH
I said this **** is APES
Bananas

Do they know what this system does?
It's all just stress
So they can assess
What you've learned
Meanwhile, they've only turned
A generation into stressed out perfectionists
Or students dropped out, burned out
So many notes, assignments, & essays to write
It's all lead to carpal tunnel in the wrist
Why does this system exist?

Instead make students hunger for knowledge
Instead of stressing out about college
Somewhere over the hedge
The rainbow
Where the grass is greener
I picture students happier and keener
With the love of learning being what we live for.