Archive for September 2001:

Raindrops

Droplets of water falling on my head

Heavens opening up releasing sans partiality

The ambrosia from above, uniformly!

Parched earth drinking  greedily again n again

While unable to absorb dense concrete pavements

 Dispatch these raindrops unceremoniously

Marching them in the formation of tiny

Rivulets losing their identity

Down the drains.

Where drains have stuffed mouths

There is flooding and sloshing

Meanwhile moving cars  scare up muddy spurts

Spraying on the unwary passersby 

Who disdainfully brush it off

All in a day’s work.

In  gardens and  yards, there is sudden rejuvenation

Feathered twitter,  flowers n leaves all perk up

Blooming gleefully in celebration

Partaking of this manna,  a windfall much welcomed

The frogs as well are all in high gear and

Leap riveting and riveted

Nests are again inhabited by birds who earlier

Were cowering, hiding in deference to the raindrops

Falling on the head

Even the squirrels all hurry off

Hither n thither away from the wet

House pets too slink indoors

Overhead wires and cables

Become stringed pearls

Fit for royalty

Sunlight touches these drops transforming them

 Into balls of fire exuding myriad colors

Pleasing the eye.

Shingled roof tops become wet and shiny

Houses after the wash become squeaky clean

Dust-free and inviting purified air

A gift of the raindrops

Provides a jumpstart to life

And all around there is a quiet sense of happiness.

“Criticism, like rain, should be gentle enough to nourish a man’s growth

without destroying his roots.” -Frank A. Clark  

The Enemy

I want to find him…
Is he within or

Is he without?

Is he white

Is he black

Is he brown or

Is he yellow?

Is he here

Is he there

Is he yonder

Is he across the ocean

Is he across the desert or

Is he across the mountain?

Is he in the air

Is he on the ground

Is he underground?

Seek him I shall

No place is too far

No place is too hard

No place too dangerous!

I have the nerve

I have the grit

I have the means

And seek him I shall

Such is my covenant!

Today the discredit of words is very great. Most of the time the media transmit lies.
In the face of an intolerable world, words appear to change very little. State
power has become congenitally deaf, which is why –but the editorialists forget it
–terrorists are reduced to bombs and hijacking.
John Berger
1926-, British Actor, Critic

Grandma

My grandma is

an oasis

a shady oak

a delicious chocolate cake

a delightful prankster

a curmudgeon

the head honcho

the clan leader

the arbitrator

beautiful inside out

does not suffer fools gladly

and I love her!

The reason grandparents and grandchildren get along so well is that they have a common enemy.
Sam Levenson
(1911 – 1980)

Mom

Your love was boundless
As a helpless baby

You nurtured me

You taught me to

Walk

Talk

And to manage myself

Each time I faltered

You were there to hold me

Your lifeline held out

In times of need

You rejuvenated

My faith in me

You were in retrospect

A personification of love

When in doubt

Of my self-worth

Regardless of my displeasure

You were critical and honest

When necessary

You did not pander

To all my outrageousness

Your good sense kept me

From making an utter fool

Of my self always

You did not disparage

When I made mistakes

But encouraged me to continue

Today my tenacity, grit n success

Are all your everlasting gifts

You infused doses of oxygen n

Life-saving blood constantly

Today I can proudly say

That I am doubly blessed to have
you as my mother and vouch to
carry on your legacy faithfully.

The mother’s heart is the child’s schoolroom.-Henry Ward Beecher
1813-1887, American Preacher, Orator, Writer

Sister

We are alike…

In so much

As we share

The same genes

The same features

The same race

The same food predilections.

We are unalike…..

Where you are tall n shapely

I am short and stubby

Where you are confident

I am doubtful

Where you are successful

I am struggling

Where you are questioning

I am trusting

Where you are fearless

I am fearful

Where you go for the jugular

I falter always

My killer instinct

Does not exist

Today you are

The epitome

Of Beauty and fame

Yet you are

Always on your toes!

Always followed by

People ready to pull

You down the ladder!

I am still

Struggling

Making ends meet

Surrounded by

Loving friends

As I am their part and parcel

With shared laughter and tears

Shared dreams

Shattered and shattering!

Shared worries some over

Some to be dealt with

Yet I am happy

And at peace.

“Sibling relationships outlast marriages, survive the death of parents, resurface after quarrels that would sink any friendship. They flourish in a thousand incarnations of closeness and distance, warmth, loyalty and distrust.”
— Erica E. Goode

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