Wednesday, June 25, 2025
Wednesday, June 18, 2025
The sound of a Dream
Monday, June 9, 2025
An afterthought
Thursday, May 22, 2025
Comfort food
And we wanted not our hands sticky
In the summer of mangoes
she placed a few ones in our mouth each
to swish down to our belly
Those pieces of pilchards fried
Kept for each one aside
Knowing how much we all liked
To her children her pride
There were some specials and
some which turned with memories
We miss your cuisines dear
But we miss you more mummy
Written for
Friday Writings #177: Comfort Food
Saturday, May 3, 2025
Surrender
Were the ways one so strange
To combat the violent gale
With bent knees , drooping shoulders
Before the violent storms
Relinquishing all the longings
the leaves fluttering away
To be carried away
To a place called beautiful anywhere
The freedom so strange
Of the boughs bending low
That let itself humbly
Would aide the storm pass over
Friday Writings #175: Stormy Weather
Monday, March 17, 2025
Some misapprehensions sometimes
When I said sorry.........
I meant I was sorry for the situation and willing to go to any extent to make it right. It was not that I always did something wrong
When I said I forgive you ........
I sometimes meant I wouldn't ask for all the explanations you could give, I'll just think that I'm above you and not try to understand your situation and think that you wronged me
When I said I want an explanation........
I want to believe you didn’t do it on purpose It is that I want a reason to know that you willingly didn't wrong me
When I'm silent........
It is that I'm scared that you'll misundertand if I say something
Wednesday, March 12, 2025
"Most of our sorrows are about our own faults. Why we didn't do what we were supposed to........why we let others take advantage of us......Why we weren't more careful......Why we were so egoistic.....Why we were so fearful....................so many other why's......... such that the reason of everything comes back to ourselves .........so it is all leads to a prayer seeking forgiveness . Forgiving ourselves".
Tuesday, January 7, 2025
Priorities
Couldn't you be doing
something worthwhile
Be not a mortal without pride
What are your priorities
I ask the beggar at the way side
He looks mockingly
at my insolence
Don't you guess what it is
Gazing in depth into my eyes
Without a further snide
Ashamed I turn away
From a moment of haughty pride
As I think of a harder life
The priorities now would seem a mockery
Even as others push with a vain chide
What should my priorities be
A simple thought I arrive
yes to take a moment at a time
To respect and be kind
Just a few rules to abide
Written for Friday Writings #158