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Longing for you

 I wish for a day that ends this way, On your shoulder, I’d rest and stay, Oh, what a bliss that light would be. A longing for you, so deep and true, Whispers each day of my love for you, Stay forever, like the sky over me. To live with you is life indeed, My soulmate, you are all I need, I’ve claimed you as mine, forevermore. Through the winds, our melodies rise, Underneath the vast, open skies, A song of us, for us to adore. Since I found you, I’ve lost my way, In your love, smiles have come to stay. Since I found you, my world is new, I’m lost in the magic of loving you. This love of ours, the heavens signed, Your heart is the home I was meant to find, By your side, the shores are divine, my love. Since the moment you walked with me, Every color bloomed for the eye to see, My stars all shine where you rest your head, my love. Every word you speak is a melody sweet, My heart no longer follows my beat, I know not the spell you’ve cast on my soul... Since I found you, I’ve lost my ...
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Melody forever

 For fifty years, you were my dawn, And five long years, I walked alone. Each step on earth, a silent prayer… To find you waiting for me here. And now I see you in this light… Same gentle eyes, so warm, so bright. In crimson silk, with bindi red… Just like the day we two were wed. My hands still shake, my voice is weak… I search for words I cannot speak. Five years without your loving touch… My heart has missed you, oh so much. She wipes the tear that leaves my eye… "My love, don't stand there asking why. I dressed for you, I knew you'd come… For fifty years, you were my home." "And now no death, no goodbye pain… We're in each other's arms again." She holds him close, he breaks inside… The lover and his eternal bride. -Jairam Kshirasagar 
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Reunion Beyond the Stars

 For fifty years I walked with you,   Through rising dawns and evenings too.   Your bangles sang, your sari swayed,   My gentle hands your fears allayed.   Five long years I wept alone,   An empty bed, a hollow home.   Your laughter lingered in the air,   Your fragrance whispered everywhere.   Now heaven’s gates swing open wide,   I run to you, no more divide.   You stand adorned in silken grace,   The same affection lights your face.   I see your eyes, still warm, still kind,   The love I lost, again I find.   Your touch dissolves my years of pain,   Together whole, we live again.   No mortal grief, no earthly tear,   Could dim the bond that brought me here.   In timeless skies our spirits blend,   Our love unbroken, without end.  -Jairam Kshirasagar 
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Radiant as the Morning Sun - Jairam Kshirasagar

 Radiant as the Morning Sun The morning wakes just to see you smile, And time stands still for a little while. You walk with a grace that the lilies know, A soft, sweet light everywhere you go. Your presence is a breeze on a summer day, Chasing every little cloud away. It’s not just beauty, it’s a magic glow, A gentle rhythm that the heavens sow. I look at you and the world turns bright, Like a garden bathed in the softest light. You are the moonlight, calm and crystal clear, The only melody I want to hear. With eyes like the ocean, deep and sparkling blue, Every beautiful thing reminds me of you. You are the elegance, the warmth, the soul, The missing piece that makes my spirit whole. The stars are jealous of the way you breathe, A tapestry of light that you unweave. I searched for words in ancient, dusty books, But found my language only in your looks. Your laughter is a song that the angels play, A golden spark in the middle of the day. Like a rose in bloom under velvet skies, I...
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Chapter 1 - How I Taught My Grandmother to Read by Sudha Murthy

The following is purely my own personal notes and for students' understanding.  -Jairam Kshirasagar  1. Author Introduction: Sudha Murthy Born: 1950 in Karnataka. Profession: A prolific writer, social worker, and Chairperson of the Infosys Foundation. Style: She writes in very simple language about real-life experiences, human values, and the lives of ordinary people. 2. Chapter Analysis The story is a touching memoir about a 12-year-old girl who becomes a teacher to her 62-year-old grandmother. It highlights the importance of education and proves that "for learning, there is no age bar." 3. Simplified Summary (Points) The Setting: A small village in North Karnataka. The transport system was slow, and newspapers arrived late. The Serial: A popular story called Kashi Yatre by Triveni was published weekly in the magazine Karmaveera. Grandmother’s Interest: The grandmother, Krishtakka, was illiterate but loved the story because she identified with the protagonist who wanted ...
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The Gold's Secret

The Gold's Secret                      - Jairam Kshirasagar I sent my Destiny to roam the distant shores, To bring me back the crown that I was longing for. I pulled my Bad Luck close and whispered in its ear, "Go trade yourself for fortune, and bring a better year." I looked upon my wrist and told the ticking hand, "Find me a golden hour in this gray and shifting sand." I asked the stars and sages for a map to reach the light, To bypass all the shadows and the tremors of the night. But they returned together, with a silence deep and old, And spoke to me the secret of the purest, finest gold: "The ornament of beauty isn't birthed from easy breath, It is forged in roaring furnaces, defying cold and death. You ask for light," they told me, "but the light is born of flame, You ask for luck, but victory is just a different name— For the one who stood the beating, who stayed within the heat, Who turned their bitter failures into rhythm f...
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You Sing Me of Your Home

You sing to me of your home by the river, Of the high mansion where our memories dwell. Sona, my love, I hear your heart shiver, In every story that the winds come to tell. You call me your "Saanwara," your dark-hued king, While the bells of the temple for our union ring. I am coming to the banks where the river flows, To the village where your love like a wildflower grows. Wait for me, my Sona, beneath the Holi moon, Distance is a season that will end very soon. You dream of the sandalwood to press on my brow, Of the morning prayers and the sacred vow. And though miles stretch between us this festive day, In the shrine of my heart, it’s for you that I pray. I long for the swing made of blossoms so sweet, To rest in your shadow and end my heat The butter and honey, the touch of your hand, No sweetness is greater in all of this land. This Holi, the colors may be scattered and far, But I am following your light, like a star. Service or silence, whatever you give, In the warmth ...
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