False Spiritualities
Our age is full of spiritual criminals
“I teach you!” I will show you the way!”
Yes, they will help. Of course. For money
People want to find the way. The way out
Why? People are fearing. Hmm. Future
Yes. But maybe too late, the gate is closed
Then came the help! The spiritual teachers!
“I teach you practices, knowing, meditations!”
They will teach you. Believe them. Lost money
One session is seventy to a hundred pounds
“We need to help you! This is our job! You!”
They are selfless angels! They are the saints!
Then the blind person’s wallet and credit cards open
“You have problems, we fix everything in your life!”
Naive people are victims of pseudo-spiritualist hyenas
There are traditions for help
Old churches, ancient religions
Do not follow the false teachers
Follow the ancient texts, prophets
Crystal clean sciences, theologies
Memories float along with sighs,
off-white moths, and butterflies -
and my third-grade teacher, long ago.
We all sat under a mulberry tree,
so a silkworm's dinner, we could see.
Entranced, enchanted ones were we,
growing, as moths and trees grow.
She read the story of Pandora's box,
unknowing what the future's key unlocks
in life's security breach,
but, in childhood's innocent shield,
such wonders were revealed
in the power her tales would wield.
Here's to those who teach.
I’m just a cackling controller
(sit straight, listen, stop talking)
Until I stop to look into your eyes
It’s the wonder in them which makes me a teacher
I’m just a watching monitor
(settle down, take your things, write neatly)
Until I stop and pay attention to your work
It’s the magic in your hands that make me a teacher
I’m just a juggling joker
(quick, time up, I have another class)
Until I sit with a sigh and a stretch and a sip(of coffee)
It’s my reflection that makes me a teacher
It’s not what I teach
It’s not what you learn
It’s the bond we share that makes me a teacher
I’m a nobody until you accept and let me into your hearts
I’m not a teacher until You make me one.
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In a room stitched with silence,
she stands—face painted, lips sealed—
mirroring worlds with invisible walls,
a language of gestures no one translates.
Here, speech is a fragile rebellion.
Her fingers sculpt stories midair,
but the crowd wants laughter without edges,
pantomime without questions.
She remembers classrooms—
words trapped in chalk dust,
voices pressing her into corners
too tight for dreams to unfold.
But tonight, her throat hums with risk.
A single word—listen—
spills into the hush,
breaking the rhythm of practiced quiet.
They stare. The room inhales.
And she, unmasked, speaks again—
a voice cracking through the glass of stillness,
rewriting the script they gave her.
Now the walls dissolve.
The stage blooms wide with sound and breath.
A mime no more, she claims her noise,
filling the silence with her own story.
Concept was fuzzy, ill-defined, unclear
I accidentally said this with the teacher near
In the days when she could beat my rear
I had a horrific time in school that year
Today I’m grateful for all the teachers I’ve had in my life…
from the people to the rivers, trees…and stars…
too many to remember all your names…
but I am confident….
you know who you are.
For teachers are the torch the gods may send,
Whose patient light, the wounds of darkness mend;
Who, but they bring beginning, there be end.
Someone says, " Teachers burn like a candle,
And students get the light;
But that's no more I can handle,
As it always undermines teachers and I get ignite.
After burning of a candle it gets lost,
Not so consistent to give light at most;
Not like a candle but just as a sun,
With huge knowledge and experience that always run.
As coz of sun, dark nights end and bright days pop,
Remembering the teacher's talk, all problems stop.
For a student, life is full of ups and downs,
But thanks to my teachers whose talks never get my mind round.
Oaring through the vast ocean of knowledge,
Tiding through currents with courage,
Diving deep to find pearls of wisdom,
Guiding with a prism through the kingdom.
Patience woven in each fabric,
Kindness poured in noble tactic.
Teachings unlock closed door,
Musings reveal so much more.
In the era of Google and AI,
Information at the fingertips, oh my!
A mentor is irreplaceable,
Moulds futures, so impeccable.
Silver bullets have no eyes
They care not who is hit
American schools where bullets fly
Terrorizing the staff and kids
The shooter often a kid as well
This time he is a 14 year old
His father arrested headed to jail
How much about his child did he know
The photo they splash on the tv
Of a blonde haired student teen
Surely a nightmare who could dream
So tender of age to be so mean
Two teachers two students gone forever
Killed by a teen with gun access
Families torn apart love is severed
How can you not feel distressed
As prayers go up we look now
To the parents of this young man
What reasons in his life will be found
That he would cause death with his hand
His mother surely feels regret
Obviously he was deeply disturbed
The nation again is utterly upset
Gun violence hits a sensitive nerve
Lately, I've cut away hectares of tumors
that engulfed confidence, happiness
self-worth and wellbeing.
With surgery a bit of the good stuff was sacrificed:
A few shallow laughs, some adventure and mostly harmless mischief.
The mirror is filled with scars of the heart
excoriations of spirit
along with other yet to be discovered damage.
Though somewhat deformed, I like my new look.
I feel tiredly- refreshed.
The scalpels are dull and quiet for now
There's much more work to be done
as some of the newly homeless tumors
are mentoring new ones.
I'm no fool and fully aware that I'm also a tumor to others.
"Teacher Tanaz"
I am teacher Tanaz
Wish to be your Topaz
I am frolic
But my activities are catalytic.
Chemist by selection
Laughter in your end reaction .
I act carefree
Wishing you all to be stress-free.
Working in unison
Dipping smilie in your solution.
Titration, Filteration, adsorption , absorption
Words that help me to draw your attention.
My chemistry is full of colours
With all tastes and flavours.
Call me when u are gloomy.
I am always there to make you happy
Teacher Aarti'
You stand for honesty.
Mind full of purity.
Famous for your punctuality.
Worthy is your loyalty.
Worth mentioning is your sensitivity.
Worth noting is your diligency..
As you retire, who will overcome this deficiency?
With regards
Ketaki
super teachers expect all students to follow the golden rule
they do not want even one to act like a bully-fool.
Picking on others and making them cry is only fun
For a really sad child whose life has been horrible, son.
Children who are not treating others kindly, teachers have to know.
They sometimes can help a child whose life has been a low-blow.
They want everyone to be in a win-win situation
So the class can run like a family at a happy celebration
Mrs. Marvel wore sweatshirt for twenty-eight years until her final breath.
Signed by her 8th grade students, four whom had died a tragic death.
Killed in a tragic bus accident on the way to a state cheerleading rally.
They met her at the pearly gates – Linda, Cherry, Patrice and Molly McNally.
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