I struggle, Farrago like, my thoughts swim, appear, disappear, catch me unawares, I struggle, even to write this, about me.
My past dances around meIn hazy misty circles of memoriesI relish the soil’s touch on my fingersThe green of the rows and rows of tender saplings I now shelterBalms my eyesThe same eyes that has stared at closed doors for too longI sit under the sun, Untie my hairStretch my legsAnd as my bare feet and heart treads on the coarse path across…
The have-to list of our times
Children have to be obedientDogs have to be obedientChildren have to be disciplined Young adults have to be disciplinedDogs have to be disciplinedHeck, all and everybody have to be disciplinedCows and goats and bulls and hens have to be husband-edWives have to be husband-edWomen have to…
We give milk and chocolates to our kids.We buy newspapers and read it front to back.We drink tea and coffee and beer.We tolerate and accomodate our elderly parents and grand parents.We follow the clock, the calendar, the Sundays and the Mondays and the anniversaries of each other’s birth days and marriages and deaths. We follow the rules and the…
A fear
Somedays I look at the ocean above, I look at the beauty, the colours, the fast pace of the clouds and all I can think is that it will pour down on…
I can’t copy.
On the day I turned 25, I decided I will play that old favourite game of mine, the one I used to play with my sister when our age was still in…