Archive for May 2009:

Mirror Mirror

(picture from internet- picasso’s Girl In The Mirror)
I simply love this masterpiece!!!

Walking with soul in my palms
Promising to keep it from harm
I’ve bitten off more than I can chew
Stepping gingerly I affirm do not rue

Weeding out those habits that are questionable
But elevating in pseudo society impressionable
At end of day it is my gaze that I have to face
Will I be able to see self in mirror sans faze

It is easy to tread the path well trodden delineated
To find hidden beauty need to take path uncharted
Easy going remain in known confines like well frog
Adventurers find breathtaking views, faces all agog

To err is easy and makes for a comfortable life
Turning blind eye to rising qualms is the only fife
Sleeping deep, blemishes replete, are thick skinned
Heeding to rising murmurs is not for faint hearted

Walking with the soul in my palms
Promising to keep it from any harm
I’ve bitten off more than I can chew
Stepping gingerly I affirm do not rue

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  A Matter of Conscience: to Face the Music or Turn Your Back!!!

 

(picture of vultures from internet- disclaimer)

Between The Sheets – Unglossed

Between the opposing sheets hard
     Lies a whole mess of wordy shards
Some pungent, some repugnant
    Some cloying, some buoying
Some boisterous, some vociferous
         Some malicious, Some sagacious
    Some pernicious, some capricious
Some reminisces, some winces
                      Some piercing, some ferocious
       Some precocious, some innocent
  Some gentle like mom’s mantle
Some hard like teacher’s stern ogle

Relations that boggle
Some curdle
Some inane
Some insane
Some shallow n vain
Some we dare disdain
Some we have to tolerate
Some help n hurt
Some confide n subvert
Some change over time
Some shifty sands
Some slippery eels
Some greasy wheels
Some weasels

We pick a few here n there
Mix match n ignore
Some reject or get rejected
Some deject some are cruel
Some we still care about n knowingly
Are glutton for their punishment
Masochistic- yet realistic
We are all slaves to our needs
Weaknesses, goals, aspirations
And striving respirators until
Expiration. release from
Self invited bondage
All residing between
Sheets
Silken
Tensile
Tough
Blood ties or not…
between the sheets
of life
in book of
lifespan
of self

Life thus endures, as we endeavor to endure it with grace…

and my voyage of self discovery is still on…

 

pictures from internet – disclaimer

Life As Is

LIFE AS IS

unvarnished..


  

 

divinity trinity

creator preserver destroyer

 

child adult aged

happy worried forgetful

child

happy mischievous pure

adult

striving

responsible

go getter

adulterated

perforated

guilty

blemished

losing conscience consciously

vices ridden

beast of burden

wearing masks

trodden upon

straddling others to elevate self

wearing varying masks

changing person to person

chameleon
or not
honest
pathetic(in other eyes?)
fool
simpleton
peaceful
thick skinned
at peace
immovable

aged

life flashes by

 has been

should’ve been

could’ve been

bundle of regrets

as sowed in life so reaped

hoist on own petard

mistakes come home to roost

some content resting on laurels

honestly derived comfort zones

incoherently praying for release

from to be to not to be

decease

cease

with ease

kaput

finite

end

 and life cycle is complete

feelings and emotions

myriad of colors n hues

blues and pretty pinks

smiles clever guileless

angry fearful fearsome

sad woeful woe begotten

one face God made

many faces man made

to emote emotion play

life is a stage

we come

perform

curtains
 gone
to come again
New Play
New Players
Same stage(EARTH)
roll the dice!!
 picture courtesy sunkan/internet 

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Last Night

Last Night  (with my Angel)
 
 
Last night two sets of grandparents met for a bite
With lots of gaeity n equal timeshares with the mite
catching up with family news n this that n whatnot
soon amidst dine n wines time’s passage was forgot
 
 
Today with mixed feeling we are homeward bound
With brunch stop at lil ones cousins n grand uncle aunt
Time has way of slipping by fast through the fingers
Bliss enjoyed by her advent in life will always linger
 
 
Life in every picture phase slice frame and setting
Is a never ending cycle of meetings and partings
We seesaw between moments of happiness n sadness
In equal measure, appreciating life’s evenhandedness
 
 
Only time will tell when we will meet her again
As life has taught nothing can be taken for granted
My heartfelt wishes n blessings shall carry her forward
May she grow strength to strength in all ways upward

..by a doting granny

(picture from internet)

Granny's Discomfort And Joy

Granny’s Discomfort And Joy

On one hand capturing moments of bliss
I partook a dose of floating pollen whiffs
It entered my airways in constriction swift
Merciless in precision of army knife Swiss

Comatose and knocked out by nature’s attack
I combatted by ingesting an antihistamine  pack
Amidst sniffles and misery I celebrated my trip
Lest moments of joy be shortlived giving me a slip

Such is life it gives in full measure n takes away too
Downing a giddy head full of euphoria a peg or two
Irrepressible I valiantly fought and tried to overcome
As nothing can part me from angel  resting on bosom

A baby is a bridge binding generations misunderstood
As sons n daughters selves realize trials of parenthood
Sleepless nights interpersed with wails and feedings
Are all harbingers as well of good and joyous tidings

Allergies notwithstanding I espied a Bluejay n Oriole too
A Cardinal hopped on the backyard deck with a howdy doo
My discomfort is giving me sleepless nights creating misery
Yet I am very happy to have met my first grandchild finally

On one hand capturing moments of bliss
I partook a dose of floating pollen whiffs
It entered my airways in constriction swift
Merciless in precision of army knife Swiss
 

Comatose and knocked out by nature’s attack
I combatted by ingesting an antihistamine  pack
Amidst sniffles and misery I celebrated my trip
Lest moments of joy be shortlived giving me a slip

My trip soon shall come to an end today
Big chunk of my heart will at her tiny feet lay
An automaton shall return with a partial heart
Knowing tomorrows will be sweeter n less tart

(picture from internet)
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