The Last English Teacher

just as I thought, there is brilliance and power in strange places, big respect for Colours of Madness – if only every rainbow was painted by her and hers. 4

THE COLOUR OF MADNESS

She was short and chubby, 30 something with long blonde hair. She was kind yet firm, quick witted with a sarcastic ‘don’t fuck with me’ attitude. Her name, like my own, was Kate and in an era where teachers were only ever called Sir, Miss or by their last names she rebelliously refused to answer to anything else but Kate.

She was the only teacher at our school that every kid seemed to like. She even commanded respect from The Joker. The Joker was, on his best day, an absolute asshole. He had somehow found his way into nearly all of my classes that year, he hung out in the back of every classroom, always sitting sideways on a tilted chair surrounded by a small gang of loyal disciples who had probably figured it was better to join him than risk coming up against him.

I never once saw The…

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Make a change, Make a difference..

Love arises from the ethic of caring,

of entering into relationships with others and acting on the basis of our unspoken conviction to them,

as if their lives were our own,

being sufficiently different to love this way, is being sufficiently different to make a difference.

simple,

if you let yourself love yourself too. love is amazing, love is amazingly different too

as long as you don’t try and grab at it or smoother it

you already know it. try……

ಮೈಸೂರು ಮಲ್ಲಿಗೆ

Prompt One. https://creativewritingink.co.uk/writing-prompts/#

Life in reality is
difficult,
I don't want to live
in loneliness, 
waiting for good days

It doesn’t matter
howI feel.
Instead,I want change,
I need a change.

To believe in people
is,A dignity;
A roadmap to bring
society,closer in
these difficult
andunexpected times..

Things are never perfect,
But every single change
a bold step towards
making things better..

Instead of giving a
few coins, 
Give the time to listen
to me, 
And the helping hand
with a few kind 
words,
provide encouragement..

I ask your gentle touch
and the warmth
ofyour hand, 
It gives me the hope
for life to survive.. 

Having more and more
comforts
won’t change you as a
person.
Every change has to
bring about a move
toward perfection..

Start with small
changes to make

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Poetry : Don’t leave me please (From “me” to “me”)🖤🖤

so rise and shine phoenix child,
in this innocent love so divine,
through the sea skies and wind earth,
right now and for all time….

Writing feels good

You are forever mine,
A letter to my doppelganger,
I know there will be moments when nobody will be mine,
But dear replica, don’t leave me with my barren being,
Stay with me for an infinite time…

Everyone has deserted me with a rude mind,
But dear reflection, don’t quit me in such desolate times,
Stay with me by the grace of divine shrine
In this rat race of life, I was left behind…

So fill my soul with the silence of your presence
With you, I realize my naive essence…

Astha Srivastava ♥️

🖤

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Poetry: Unlove 🖤🌼

for me, love is, the only permanently available option one has, always falling like stardust from above and like rain a shower is guaranteed to pass your way…..

Writing feels good

From Happiest moment,

To the moment of despair,

They were a perfect pair,

With the passage of time only pain and disdain she gained,

It was getting harder for her to hold,

By burning her feelings,

She finally decided to step back,

And never express herself again,

She found peace in her silent battles,

Poetry is the only option she had,

Hence by breaking that cage of “Love” ,

She began to UNLOVE..

Now she finds her love again,

This special feeling that she feels complete,

Still people get jealous of her smile,

There is no one with whom she can share her happiness,

Yes this is life there are ups and downs all the time …

Astha Srivastava ♥️

It’s yourself in the end ❤️ take care ❤️

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