Failed attempt to understand

You know the thing about grief

No one knows how it looks like

No one knows how it feels like

Does it break your heart ?

But then there still is a hollow part

Does it make you feel empty ?

But then you sure well up

It does make you feel strong 

Gives you the strength to carry on

And yet you fall down and cringe

And howl your heart out

Grief can be stoic 

Grief can be loud

Grief keeps its head held up high

While you bow down and cry

It is black dark as the night 

It is grey like the fading light

It is red like a big flash of pain 

It is white holding everything within 

You know the thing about grief

No one knows how it looks like

No one knows how it feels like

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Burdens of being a child

 

Ma tells stories of her days gone by
Running through fields, chasing butterflies

When school was but a place to learn
And evenings were meant for memories to earn

When Playing in the mud Was a quality endowed
And nicks and scraps were trophies to be proud

Cycle tyres were hotwheel cars to be raced with friends
And school bag was but a tiffin with yummy homemade snack and a slate

 

Perched on her lap, these fairytales I hear

I run too but not through fields and butterflies they say are extinct

I race against time with my bonnie eight year old feet
So that all my competition I can  defeat

School is not just a place to learn
But a little factory for me , into perfect citizen turn

Smart class, robotics, e-learning and cyborg – my memories make
Child safe playground and sanitised sandpits give wounds a little fake

Ride to school in ac buses take effort to stay awake
And the weight of knowledge stuffed in my bag lets my backbone break

Chained to my desk I watch the birds take flight
While I count the BURDENS OF BEING A CHILD

Sin

Have you seen SIN walk into the room
He smells of spice and desire.

He walks like the lion on the prowl
Greek God looking down from his pedestal

His eyes burst into laughter while his lips don’t curve
Passion dances in those dark pools

His fingers weave stories on my back on moonless lonely nights
While his breath strum a symphony from my hair spread on his chest

His lips whisper decadence as i lie satiated in his arms

Have you seen SIN walk into the room
He smells of spice and desire.

Futility of Life

We walked down the road hand in hand
Life was a poetry to be lived
We got talking about us – our dreams, our fears and our wishes.

The warmth of your palms melted years of resistance around my heart
When we believed the heat of love will never dim,
The blizzard of life hit us.

With renewed resolve we still held hands
We walked through the storm,
To the garden of spring on the other side.

The colours brought vibrance and pride that we made it.
I looked at you, expecting a happy reflection of me in your eyes.

You still held my hands albeit it was frozen.
The warmth in my heart failed to thaw it.
Your cold glance seared a tattoo through my skin

Somewhere on the journey called life
That we walked together
I lost you to the cold.

The Inside Story

Being a mother of two boys and at present working with 30 deranged middle-aged men, I consider myself a kind of authority of how the male psyche works. I know enough has been researched and written about the silly species called the MAN but this is my list of the QUIRKY MAN.

  1. Can someone please tell the MAN, that boxers are NOT (R) NOT shorts. I do realize that boxers keeps the family jewel cool but seriously guys when in public you need to wear a thing called shorts over it. And if you decide to exhibit your fitness and go for a run, believe me the checkered or superman boxers that flutter with every sway of your butt is a strict no.
  2. Why is asking for help so difficult? Dude you have had a drink too many. You are a risk to yourself and others. It is ok to ask for help. You are not able to open the lid to the container. Please don’t break the bottle. Ask for help.
  3. Chewing nicotine gum the entire day just makes you look like a cow. It is not going to detox you from the effects of constant smoking, even if you roll your own cigarette.
  4. We women can keep holding placards for equality but honey equality sounds good only when we women venture into male territory. At the cost of sounding sexist, men applying sunscreen every hour, waxing their hands and legs, wearing skin tight clothes accentuating their well-endowed (pun intended) body, wearing skimpy shorts over stick figure legs is a strict no-no.
  5. Ghosts and evil spirits are figment of our imagination. A man touching 40, sleeping with his lights on because his wife isn’t there to protect him is such a put down.
  6. Gadgets and technology does not a man make. Sitting with the laptop open in front of you the entire day without you typing a single word or spitting out big techie words doesn’t endear you to anyone. Believe me a woman cannot be impressed with what she doesn’t understand.
  7. Look into a woman’s eyes when you speak with her. Nothing impresses her more. Way to her heart is through her eyes and not 6 inches below.
  8. Are men given special classes in school which tells them to run away from emotions? Why do you make woman work so hard that she spends her entire life struggling to understand your yes and no which are normally used incorrectly and interchangeably.
  9. Clarity of thought is an aphrodisiac. We may nod and make encouraging noises in a conversation but believe me when I say that we are desperately waiting for you to get to the point. We may not pretend to be as busy as you are, but being multi tasking goddesses we already have hundred things playing ping pong in our heads. We really don’t want your mindless rumbling adding on to it.
  10. Women have the same sexuality like men. It is ok to crack the so called sexually laced jokes in front of them. If a lady takes offence, she is just pretending.
  11. Tattoos are personal, if we need to flaunt them we would put them in places where everybody can see them. It is not ‘gentlemanly’ to search for the hidden ones and give exclamatory comments on them too !!! (no pun intended).
  12. Well toned body is a definite turn on but obsession to the gym is not. If you choose the gym over a date with a pretty lady, my friend you have wasted the calories you just burnt.