Teaching , learning and everything in between

I have been teaching

I have been learning to teach

Learning that teaching is the best thing you can do

Learning that is it the worst

Learning that nothing can really be taught

And yet everything needs to be learnt

Learning that the seeds I plant

will on day be a tree

learning that things I choose to teach

are the things that make me really me 

Learning that teaching is more heart

and not so much the mind

And what you teach will not matter

Until you teach them to be kind

Learning that questioning everything 

is the most important thing that you'll teach

And you are not really a teacher at all

If you don't practice what you preach

sometimes and mostly

Sometimes I want to dance
just with myself
but mostly I want to dance with you

Sometimes I want to sing
just to you
but mostly I want to sing to myself

Sometimes I want to write
just to the world
but mostly I want to just write

Sometimes I want to care some more
more mostly I want to just care

Sometimes I feel I have truly lost it all
but mostly I know I haven't really found it yet

broken

if being overweight is a flaw
I'm disfigured love
if not following your morals is flaw
I'm defective love
if not wearing the right clothes is a flaw
i am stained love
If taking the road less travelled is flaw
I am a failure love
I not sticking to stereotypes is flaw
I am  mutilated love
If not sticking to what the world tells
and not following the herd  are flaws
I am damaged love
I am broken

song

complete darkness
FADE IN
lights slowly brighten
the colour is blue
a girl walks in

the chime of her anklets
the tinkle of her bangles
the ruffle of her wraps
she sits down
the play continues
she plays her part
nervous in the beginning
unsure of her character
she looks out into the crowd
but the lights blind her
she knows she is well lit
but yet she can see no one
there is a strange comfort
she seems happier now
her face in painted calm
she begins a tune
familiar yet hauntingly so
like a dream you don;t dare to dream
like words you think but don;t speak
like the beats you sway to only alone
like lullaby sung with song to mourn

she has lost herself
and the crowd has found
a bit of them in her

she stops singing
they begin to applaud
she can see them now
yet she sees none
she walks away
she liked it better
when it was dark

FADE OUT

nobody remembers that long ago

She used to wear glasses and plait up her long hair
She used to find herself by getting lost in books
She used to dress in shades of modesty
She used to converse in tones of confidence
She treated men with looks of defiance
She treated herself with a touch of kindness
And the world with oodles of curiosity
She used to laugh without a care in the world
And cry almost the same way
She used to walk with strides of pride
She didn't care about what you thought about her
Yet cared enough not to hurt you
She was ambitious and thrived on knowledge

I miss her
Come back..

there is a reason your name means trust

you are still my sunshine
you still fill the dark corners of my life
somehow with your undying optimism
you manage to infiltrate the thicket of indifference
somehow you manage to make me smile
somehow you make me feel alive
you pull me back down to earth
and raise me so that I can feel again
Somehow this world never pulls you down
in its emptiness how do you never drown
There is so much i want to learn from you
you walk through storms like its just breeze
you are like my self help book minus the rubbish
you are like a sermon minus the preaching
you are like me minus the negativity
there is not one day that i regret letting you go
because somewhere along the way I found you
somewhere around the way I found myself
I finally see the things in me
that you said you could see
Finally I see the world the way
you said it would be

remnants..

Vague traces remain

 Like dregs in a coffee mug

 Or ashes of a burnt fire

 Like ink washed off paper

an old faded photograph

 scars thats won't fade away

a rusted old vehicle 


an old forgotten memory


the longing for lost comfort

 the last notes of a song