An afterthought

They say I'm stubborn 

while I think I'm not 

it's that all the little things

I really care about 

I defend 

when I think I'm right 

and I try to prove 

the good advice 

they say....

To strangers it's once

to loved ones it's a nag a lot

but i can't just a blind eye

and let them hurt a lot

they say....

I thought I was enlightening them

but they did not

my well wishes down the drain 

an outcome I never thought 

they say....

this was what I was 

a few days back 

now i try to bother less 

hope this works out 

they say....

my intent they say

how long can they last 

oh mamma! my kids they laugh about 

it'll just remain an afterthought 

Friday Writings #180: Stubborn About the Small Things

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

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

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 

 "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".