Looking back,
at the time when going to school means :
escaping from chores and nagging voices,
cleaning the classroom alone, for a week ,
for it skipped your mind that you’re a “Monday” cleaner ,
and loitering around the school grounds sounds better;
Looking back,
at the time when school means a refuge,
where your voice is not silenced but heard,
where you need,lead and others believe.
where your best friends are a topnotch,
they come second to nothing in your list,with them,
walking home under the rain makes you feel grown up
and that collapsible canopy,called umbrella,
hidden deep in your backpack is deliberately forgotten.
Looking back,
when having classes means heaven;
a magical world where you steal glances
of the cutest boy across the room
raising your hand doesnt necessarily mean
you know the answer but : impressing him.
where classmates acts as bridges and judges
passing anonymous folded notes from Mr. mysterious
with S.W.A.K .and T.C.C.I.C scribbled all over them.
Looking back,
when school days were filled with red marks
when a zero or a passing mark means
one and the same thing and it doesn’t even bother you,
a perfect score makes your day
and the credit goes to your new guy
who everyone( but him) believes to be inspiring you!
Looking back ,
when recess and dismissals are answered prayers!
spotting your athletic senior calf love in just a millisecond
amidst a throng of chatters and chaos
disproves your optometrist’s findings.
when you suddenly became interested in a sport
you can’t even play, just so you could please him.
Looking back,
when assignments would mean,
getting to school early to see if you could copy
a friend’s homework ,before the bell rings,
bcoz skimming for dangling modifiers
and misplaced gerunds is a child’s play
but not when figuring out the functions
of a cosine and a cotangent
I may rejoice with Archimedes shouting Eureka! Eureka!
but I cringe at the sight of a cylinder, a sphere, and a cone!
Looking back,
when the classroom means an enclosure for fun and fears
where days are filled with boring and bookish lectures
where support and cheers rains from group mates
where sounds of hurrays and boos awake the sleepy ones
where we daydream, doodle and scribble’
where teachers’ explanations and irritated glares
are met with a far away look and blank stares
where Nancy Drew and Hardy Boys lay wedged in textbooks
where we long for Fridays and dread for Mondays
where the teachers ‘pet is still their best bet
where the brilliant & the seasoned mind of the old
compliments the compulsive & inquisitive head of the young
where discoveries, discernment ,aesthetics, pierces ignorance.
where aspirations seem unreachable
where failures end and dreams happen
where a simple gesture could make or break a soul!
Looking back……
coolbreeze 6/15/2010
Mae n mishmash 