Like the gushing river....
Like the calm sea
Like the blue of the ocean
The quiet of the market
Memoried elude
The minds numb

Worms

So i say, "hes a player and always has been." She sighs and says " i still love him, besides whatll people say... that i cant be in a steady relationship na".
Why do our women think about what people say?!
Who are people??
The ones that mysteriously crawl out of woodwork when theres a marriage or death in the offing? Why should we care about what the occassional guest acts in our lives say? We are the ones in the reality afterall... how do the worms know whats actually hapening....
Not so long ago the exact same thing crossed my mind and almost led to a full fledged argument between the razorcut and me....
Family but not family is exactly that... they crawl out of crevices like these worms i deal with daily in my kitchen sink...mess with my mood a.k.a parallel here would be my week and then disappear after hurling choicest of language to my near and dear... while with the worms i heat water and throw onto them to get scalded and baked im usually not around when the people throw their words around coz im pretty sure they know the heat of my boiling water and they tend to disappear to where they came from not unlike my sinkworms. The second i hit the light switch they scurry out of the path of the scald and disappear into their crevices waiting for an oppurtunity to get loose again....
And so the dance continues....
But i digress...
I kept wondering why she was so reluctant to let go... a doctor quite good looking smart... and a techie lesser said the better with a lumbar stenosis which was so mild it would hardly make a difference even to heavy duty athletes...
Coz her softie heart says the oath taken is for anyone needing help medically....
It doesnt say any leech right?
Then again two sides of a coin. Two pages of the same story two angles ofthe camera in the same shot picks up different views.... well never know...
Easier to say "do you know wat she did....."
But difficult to understand and harder to digest.
They wish the horse speaks.
If only the horse spoke the mountain will turn into a rubble and the skin ashen.
Until then better to tread the path that we forge and the one thats meant to belong to us.

Until then my dear i say "keep all ur orifices shut and focus on yourself and your needs"

'Until?' She asks her voice breaking.
'Until.'I say firmly.

1-0

Shes fooling you he says with a knowing smile. Looking into his eyes glinting with mischief and turning around to see her waddle with her back walking faster than her front realisation struck.
To be proud that the little one has learnt to get her way or to be taken aback that its that easy to be fooled was the cliff that i hung from. Finally, settling on neither but continued to be amused the rest of the way as the lil one and her guy sniggered together on her smarty pants wearing tailed back.
Round 1: button nose 1 clueless proud di 0

Dew of tear

A drop of dew rests delicately on the tiny white petal of a delicate flower... the petal droops...
Does the dew drop made the flower wilt faster.... ?
Or does it add to the beauty of the flower for us to see before taking it away from its material life a little sooner than it was meant to leave?

A drop of tear running down one cheek of clear skin... from the kohl lined eyes which resist its escape.... does the tear add to the sadness?
or does it wash away the sadness from the heart that holds the eye to see more clear from this moment on?

Crazy
Crazy in love
Crazy for you
Crazy to think

To think this is for ever

Fresh cut grass

Once the roads end is reached we think maybe we should have driven down slowly... much more slow than what we did to have smelt the air, caught the smell of fresh cut grass and the eucalyptus trees that lined our path....
To have touched a touch me not and watched with wonder the leaves closing up for longer...
To have preserved the flower that looks like a nose stud...
To have waited until the flock of birds flew till the end...
To have watched the sunset together fully...
To have watched the bloodmoon rise at the other end at the same time while sitting on the sea shore with water kissing our feet as it felt like...
There are no goodbyes...
There will not be any either....
just a life filled with thank yous... and memories looked back on and wistfully smiled at...

Typical :)

Blue....

Shiny and new

As new toys are bought for her...
She looses interest in whats old....
And plays with whats squeaky and new....

Later she realises that the white ball thats not so white anymore and does not squeak as often is the one that has a piece of her...

She returns to the faded dull ball that sat alone in the dusty veranda under the scorching sun all these days and cradles it like a long lost friend...

Bubble

When one steps out of the bubble we build around ourselves and see the world in its harsh light is when we realise how shielded our lives have been inside that shiny tiny bubble.

Wish i could go back into mine