Till death do us part, yes that saying is true.
It certainly holds good for me, and these shoes!
They were on their last legs many weeks ago,
And today I’ve given in, and shown them the door.
An ode to my lovely pink shoes. I haven’t been able to get the exact same fit in this colour and am feeling quite sad about it.
I don’t know you so I pass you by,
When I walk past every day.
You start to wish me, with a smile in your eyes,
And I think that you’re friendly and it’s a nice surprise! Continue reading
The world will not end if we put up our feet,
For 20 minutes each day.
The world will not end if we eat left overs,
More than once in a way.
The world will not end if we go meet our friends,
And we’re not there to serve you your lunch.
It’s these breaks we take and the time we make,
That help us get time before it’s too late. Continue reading
I could let the dal cook and not give it a look,
Let it stick to the base of the pot.
Then skim off the top, throw the burned part out,
And not worry about the waste, if what’s left suits my taste.
But the bottom of the pot holds the flavour,
That makes the dal taste divine.
And looking away is more labour,
Because scrubbing away the burn takes time.
A message to all our visitors. It’s about the floor mat that slants diagonally across our doorway during the monsoon, kept that way so everyone has to walk over it to enter our living room.
Sometimes visitors see that it’s clean and try not to dirty it, trailing all dust and the wet from the rains into our home! The funniest is those who can’t bear to see it slant across the grid of our floor tiles and feel compelled to take the trouble to straighten it out!
This poem is for them 🙂
You can step on the mat that lies across my floor.
Wipe your feet as you enter the door.
Don’t try to save me the washing,
‘Cos all it does is increase my mopping. Continue reading
I can sing my own song while the music plays loud,
I can sing my own song, of this I am proud.
I can sign loud & clear though it might hurt your ears,
Cos I’m singing a song that’s not playing! Continue reading
I search for the empty that lets me embrace,
The busy that fills me with joy.
I listen for spaces,
For rests that give meaning,
To music that plays to the mood that I’m feeling. Continue reading
You’re the breeze that knocked me over,
And I’m lying on the floor.
I struggle to rise, clinging to hope.
I’m in a better place now, but still struggle to cope. Continue reading
My friend for a reason,
I thought you were true,
But you ran when you thought I had need.
I was your friend for all time,
And I thought you were mine,
But now things have changed and there’s no going back. Continue reading
That wonderful feeling that you don’t know enough.
It’s what keeps you wanting to study and learn.
To strive to always be better today than you were yesterday.
That feeling that you never fit in.
Because you don’t live by rules imposed by the outside.
You’ve got an internal compass of your own and you’ve learned it’s wise to trust it.
And be comfortable with who you are. Continue reading
You taught me to believe.
To have faith and to talk to a higher power everyday.
First thing in the morning, and at night before I went off to sleep.
To think about the reasons to be grateful and to say thank you out loud.
I loved you, so I never said no.
I wanted you to have order in your life,
So I cleaned up after you.
Now, you’re growing up and I can’t face the tantrums.
You don’t have the ability to take the knocks that life will give you,
And you don’t have the independence you need to stand up on your own.
I’m fed up. Continue reading
I chose you and I lost my ability to see.
I couldn’t see your failings, though I was aware of them before.
It’s not that I was blind, but that I didn’t want to see.
Deep down inside, I think accepting your flaws was a reflection on me.
Because you were MY choice. Continue reading
Mountains tall as old as time, look upon the twilight gold.
Dark now, in the fading light, till moon-rise, and a sky so bright. Continue reading
Sometimes I sits, I sits and thinks, of things I’ve never seen,
Of places that I’ll never know, of what I may not be.
Of all the possibilities that seem so far away,
of all the lovely winding roads, that lead out from my gate. Continue reading
… to the slightly insane driver’s who disrupt traffic, on the Sion-Panvel highway
I get it that you have important matters to talk about
So you drive slowly, and chat on your cell phone
I get it that you don’t care
That you’re slowing everyone down
That a lot of the driver’s behind you are switching lanes, because you driving at 30km/hr
And they’re stuck driving at a crawl behind you Continue reading
I am grateful for your constant and steady companionship.
I have not always felt that way about your many many visits, but as time goes by I’m growing to value them.
When you visit regularly, I sometimes wish you away, but you know that I really do not mean it.
You bring me joy and sorrow, rude shocks and pleasant surprises. Continue reading
What do I do, oh what do I do
The sun shines so bright and there’s house work to do
The dishes aren’t done and the floor is not mopped
And I want to go to the coffee shop Continue reading