Biography of Jaishree Nair
Iam a teacher. The HOD of the English department of KMM senior secondary school.malappuram dist.Kerala.I handle English for the senior secondary. I love my job.I have penned articles for various magazines. I love writing poems.I am thinking of publishing s book in the near future.Basically I am simple; and a very down to earth person.I am highly sentimental and this had sometimes created many problems in my life. I give priority to relationships and I think life is to enjoy not brood over the past or worry about the future. Live in the present is my motto. Brought up in Bangalore; I'm now settled in Kerala. I feel a teacher's job is the best in the world.The spark of enlightenment ignited when you impart knowledge is thrilling beyond words.
Jaishree Nair Poems
She sat on the chair, Half inclined to turn and run, The white reflected in the mirror Her tresses golden and amber.
Seeking Solace In Poetry
Never realised that writing poetry Could be so fulfilling; All you need-a pen and paper To vent out emotions overflowing.
Wings Of Death
Waving she stood on the threshold, her husband and children on the road, her elder to competition quiz, blessed her with a smile whiz.
Sari- a traditional Indian attire; to enhance fragility and femininity at its best; for the sexiest form of homo sapiens! Yards of soft woven thread-
A Morsel Of Death
He didn't ask for a feast of delicacies... Just a mouthful to quieten his rumbling belly, . The pangs of hunger spreading fire burning a hole in his blurred vision of better self.
Those Were The Days
A girl intelligent, Inquisitive by nature; Answers to questions unlimited- She expected from mom always! !
Just An Ordinary Class Room
Just an ordinary class room, the ground floor room, to the extreme west of a cbse affiliated nest.
I am a three legged chair placed in a corner, unwanted, handicapped and unnoticed in an auditorium...
My father -man of few words, lovable he was for most, insisted on the best for us his two little princesses.
A Day When Everything Went Wrong
Got up On the wrong side of the bed; Feeling of foreboding; Trifle uncomfortable;
Behind the curtain of darkness; Silhouetted by ghostly weirdness; Innocence of childhood bruised; The wailings of torture suffused;
If I Had A Brother
If I had a brother to wipe my tears dry; so dejected I would not have felt- For alone I have cried many a time!
The Staff Room
A shelter zone, for a few social builders on the first floor of an academic institution.
Tossing and turning she lay wide awake; It was past midnight Sleep had eluded her that night Ticking of the clock loud in the night
My father -man of few words,
lovable he was for most,
insisted on the best for us
his two little princesses.
Freedom he trusted us with,
values he taught us many,
lavished love on us unconditionally,
his treasures-his two daughters.