A wise man once said
" I am not what I think I am , I am not what you think I am, I am what I think you think I am. "
April you scorch me
My throat dries up
Sitting in ac at 17
I still sweat
I think the gas is leaking
I blame the plumber
The electrician
The annual maintenence a waste
A pedestal fan directed towards me
And my colleague who is also 48
We both blaming everything we
Can lay eyes on
Something like a fever yes I agreed
The others - yeah it's hot
Getting hotter every year
Being said every now and then
But they do look cooler than us
I call my aunt with doubts
Yeah dear she says the climacteric often
causes such havoc ,
Oh this is midlife crisis
The next day I conveyed the same to my
dear colleague who always concurs to my views
Haven't we been blaming poor April
And every other possible
While the fault lies in our timeline
We decide upon the making
Asparagus racemosus supplements
Into our diet
hope it helps
Written forFriday Writings #123: April
It has always been her
I was moulded by her thoughts
And started life
dreaming through her eyes
How impressionable a mind
was mine like every child's
She showed me stars and
the promises of Christmas night
she taught me that there was
something good and something not so
saw her love towards life
Her appreciation of art
Her generosity and kindness of heart
How considerate a human can be
How just a woman can be
Yet I saw the other side of her too
How she struggled with her life
How she fought a futile strife
For a woman of her strength
Yet to be but subservient
For so far a woman shall rise
On my impressionable mind
It has always been her
Whether for better
Whether for worse
My beloved and most
Dearest mother
Written for Poets and Storytellers United Friday Writings #116:Lasting Impressions
To let go of fear yet still some lingering
To hope the best even when the tough is not get going
To want for more and still a guilty trip riding
To look back and forgive yet somewhere regretting
To believe a fuller life than I know of doing
To give love even when I know not of what I am talking
To make promises though I keep breaking
To give vain hope even when I could never be fulfilling
To pray for the good of others even as them I keep hurting
To be of service yet a return expecting
To be sorry for all that and again it doing
Are these the rights in some of the wrongs
Or the wrongs that could never be right
To know the answer and yet pretend I didn't know anything