The Unseeing Child

Have you ever seen a thousand smiles
explode all as one.
Sorrow altogether swept away
to the thrumming beats of joy.

A twinkle in unseeing eyes,
Parted lips, wide, beaming smiles.
Giggles, they erupt, with memories
of sunshine and a mother's touch

The sway of a tyre hung on a tree,
The feel of sand and gravel under one's feet,
The cleansing cool of a running stream.

These eyes, they can see,
A hug can brighten the dullest face.
The flutter of eyelashes invites goose bumps.
And how a simple whisper
can leave behind a world of wonder.

Ask them, for they know,
how precious a little love is.
They have full measure of each word and touch
Reckoned up and treasured away for a winter's day.

Sunny warmth on dimpled cheeks,
Grassy footprints where ever they leap.
The eyes of an unseeing child
They see more than we.

These are the eyes of the unseeing child
Boldly living an explorer's life.
Each scent is a discovery,
Every utterance brings knowledge.
A touch can change the world.

Is this all that we've left
After all the prayers have been said.
Perhaps it's too much for asking
Even as i wonder, my soul has fled.
There is a distinct place I remember
Wise in it's grace
It lent it's grace to actions
And it's passage as time migrated.
As the arkship drew closer,
the pages of the book sped by.
Those prayers got us thus far
Did we ask for at the beginning of time

love song :)

You brush me by,
I hear the leaves sigh...
Looking up at the sky,
Watching you smile
The wind, it carries
a fragrance that can only be yours.
The arms of my jacket embrace
Just as though they're your own.
I know you're not far away...
Yet, for your touch I long.
The clock's been ticking much,
Much too slowly today.

Coffee

Just me and my coffee


Here I am,
out on the streets
cold and alone
with no one but my coffee


just one mug full (C)
a few sips of ecstasy
then again, cold and alone,
just my mug and me


wandering through memories,
down roads long forgotten.
a whiff the past lingers on,
like dregs in a cuppa coffee


just one mug full (C)
a few sips of ecstasy
then again, cold and alone,
just my mug and me


a strange aroma binds me,
draws me in on this li'l trip, insanity.
it's where I have been me.
and I wasn't only with my coffee.


so much more, now
dredged away through time.
filtering down
now it's just me and my coffee


I could be anywhere in the world,
on a road, on the streets,
in a club, hitting the beat.
yet tomorrow I know where i'll be


back at home with my coffee


just one mug full (C)
a few sips of ecstasy
then again, cold and alone,
just my mug and me


cousin put a tune to it - listen in to other work by her at http://www.stereofame.com/#/minoti

I wore each one

Until I could bear it no longer,

until they smelt like me

Where did he go?

Just a weekend trip, he said,

to the feilds and back.

He'd then take me for a ride,

He'd see us through these aging times.

Just a weekend trip,

to the feilds with the ol' boys,

awakening some elephantine memories.

The feilds were baited

the elephants, traps

the ol' men, fatally trapped.

I did have a my ride,

the First and last of it's kind

memories of him with me to my grave.

Munnar....

Here,even the fences are alive,
breathing the joyous mountain air.
Here them talk, talk to the trees,
Swaying their leaves in the gentle breeze
Chirruping birds respond, as mist meets tea.

Here, in Munnar, heaven has descended.
You're walking on clouds and breathing mrryah
Sheathed in misty aura, complimented by virgin greens.
The perfect setting for a movie scene.

Climbing hills hide sweeping valleys
brimming with Nature's bounty.
Spices abound, as does tea,
A treat indeed for the senses.

come over, refresh, leave the world behind.
A veritable sanctuary for the tired mind.
Clean out your system, reclaim your time,
Come over, refresh & rediscover yourself

We speak in the whispers of the wind,

beckoning our secrets, lighting desires,

In clandestine revelry, we glow.

A sure beginning might well have a planned end,

in this perennial autumn, our love rose and fell.

Even shattered pieces glittered and reflected

of a time long past, of a love long lost.

Not one  moment was lost in finishing,

that which took years to build.

Mountains of sand dissipated by

streams of time carrying sorrow.

Even so, on a cold lonely autumn day,

'Tis not now, but then that I crave for.

Sweet words parry through memories,

howling across perceived pain.

I sift and search for your face

achingly happy, level-headed pace.

Even on a peak, or down in a valley,

'Tis your shoulder my head wishes to grace.

draw your lines

Draw blanks and fill em with lines.
make 'em meaningful, make 'em fine.

Paper's your life and the pen's your mind,
swirly lines that intertwine, is it about a state of mind?

It's just destiny, mapped your palm.
Make it stick or make it swarm.

Watch sand dunes, ever shifting, changing
never the same but in one place, they always remain.

so pick up that pen and draw your line
perhaps you'll find it reveals you unto thine(self)

Tagged!

tagged by Wicked Whispers Which is to list 6 unspectacular quirks of mine..

1. Always take off my watch, brush my teeth and switch off my phone before sleeping

2. If I must sit in the backseat, it's got to be the right corner.

3. I prefer my finger nails 0.5 cm long

4. I talk to myself and can pretend to be upto 3 people, beyond that, it gets a bit confusing

5. When I tune out, I either drift away [so i get that 'far away' look in my eyes] or i just fall asleep right where I am

6. Very particular about letting dirty feet on my bed

The skin of a mother

Have you ever seen skin
that's grown old well?
It's mottled in bits ,
freckled in specks,
warts asunder, scars and pits.

Have you known skin
that's really lived life?
Lines of laughter,
High archs of fury,
furrowing pathways.
sand dunes and crow's feet.

Have you some skin
that's breathed, been free?
tanned like leather,
soft to touch,
Heaven to kiss,
stretchy, damn good fun!

You never seen another,
like the skin of a mother.

No one but me

"In this life of others,
I lead one of my own.
traversing through secret sorrows,
hatching big plans of happiness


In this life of others,
I want more for my own;
beyond a roof for shelter,
more of a heart for caring.

In this life of others,
it is I who stands out, aloof.
Not caring for en masse'
but for the sweat of my work.


In this life of others,
money hath much prelavence.
Where twas one lone conspirator,
now, a stealthy abundance.


In this life of others,
a dollar can't buy a thought.
A thought so well-gaurded,
the owner has resigned to secrecy.


Here in this life,
there's no one but me."
A fine concept it is,
close to the hearts of too many.

who, but me, a spectator to your strife.
a mishapen result of poorly given advice.
arms flailing, a mind so wild.
harnesses unfurl, fury's another a mite.
shackle, bond and salve me
iron fists wring out my feet.
once a giver, now a receiver
of all this pain i greet.

It’s the middle of the night,
Baby’s singing her song
Dirty nappies n’ powdered milk,
Where’s my mamma gone.
Daddy-o-daddy, why ain’t you here
Please change me my nappies,
why’s my skin getting blotchy…
But he’s too busy,
Cold beers and foosball,
Got the stereo on full blast
Drowning out the kid’s call
Damn that kid,
Wailing since ma woman’s gone,
It’s all she’s left me, a baby and a song
Looted, plundered, smacked n’ mashed
Whatisit at first sight…Just a load of trash.
Six months of romance, one marriage later
Two years of scrap.
Brawled, battled, battered n’ bruise
Left me with the kid,
Took ma best friend on a cruise.

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wrote this one for a copy test...abt a year and a half ago....

strangers and mobile phones

Today I was faced with one of the weirdest incidents to have ever happened to me.

It is customary for men to ogle, whipping out their mobile phone cameras to get a shot or two of that reasonably good looking girl. I have, on occasion, whipped out camera film and even frighhtened the daylights out of a few guys.

What paralysed me was when a girl 'sneakily' took pictures. It shook me. I was left feeling like absolute crap for not having whipped away her mobile and deleting those photos and videos.

Broad as daylight, she was sitting opposite me, albeit a bench behind. In my customary fashion, as it is with most people, I was listening to music in the 20 or 25 minutes it takes me to reach office. She was your average girl, clad in a salwar kameez, hair pulled back tight, sitting demurely in the corner.

Owing to my prior experience, I tend to be wary in public. I noticed her 'secretly' taking a picture and immediately blocked my face with my hand. I even shifted to a well guarded corner. The eye stopped for a while.

In order to get off my ride, I had to come back to my old position, which was right next to the door. Out came the mobile and the flashlight was switched on. I was completely freaked and got out in a hurry.

Guys stop when they get nasty stares. What does one do with women like these? Clobber them? Snatch their phones? Probably the next time 'round I will. For a first time experience, this was rather scary; more so because she seemed to be about the same age as me.

deja vu

Been a while

Since we’ve had the time,

Each one of us

Let loose and carefree.

Where we are going

And whom are we doing it for

It speaks in our pride

And voluminizes the silence.

Each little silence

Drips with such force

Each minute detail in the floor

Rises to hold the ceiling.

Shattered, sputtering,dying to cave in

the low rise designs hold steady

a high rising, yet crumbling façade.

In the hope of love she conquered many,

Yet ignored the only one treasured.

Deep inside the clockwork kept ticking,

It’s rhythm, bleating a yearning

For days gone by.

Go into the framework,

Look how it holds

cracks soldered, beams nailed.

Here you feel the strength we shared,

the shadows we deem our own.

Like stuck records we return

Rejuvenate and rejoice

Forever looking forward

To a future as beautiful as the past

wholesale race

Maybe it will do, maybe it won't…
The world's a funny place,
people are a funny race.
Not ever knowing their needs, they grace
every store with aplomb and finesse.
Sniff the apples, check the pears,
Choose your soap with paper napkins to spare
Ah! The red scrollers flash Bargains!
Suddenly the aisle’s disappeared
In a sea of bodies, pushing as one,
To reached the elusive haggle on sale.
‘Heave’, they say, ‘Ho! And shift’
You’ve taken your share
Move away, don’t me miff.’
The lady at the counter, she balks
at the mob headed her way,
preparing herself for another
halved prices sale day!

find me a God!

it's all hazy, I am lost,
Find me my island
Find me a god!
Wandering so far,
yet home I have not found
nor a roofed shed.
Sweltering in turmoil,
reality beats my face
The body requires no shade
when the heart has fled it's stay.
Wirthing from within,
tear streaks mark the days.
For whom does this shell wait?

love lost, never was

Reeks of betrayal,
of another heart broken.
The sound of a soul shattering
on the last legs of its keeper's tolerance

Just how awful must she be.
to have hurt and not repented
the damage to one so pure.
It's worse the first time 'round.

Picking up the broken pieces
trying to mend them doesn't work.
A mismatched patch, lovingly soothed...
and she is nearly whole.

gently she broods over what's past
Know that this was cruelty not
but such love as one will only see.
Such love, it could never be.

lazy lazy days

I have a love-hate relationship with my lazy lazy days. They just seems so alluring and comfortable in the midst of work chaos. So nice to kick back when you know you should be working. *secret glow of satisfaction*

But then I again when I get out of this rapt state, it hits me how much is left...But I can not regret my lovely lazy days...So wonderful to take a backseat while everyone around is buzzing with activity...

Just thinkin of it all makes me wanna switch off this comp, take a book and curl up on my swing...Its the perfect weather for all this too...rainy and splendidly cooler...

Grief

In the gusts of autumn
During blinding white winters
I can feel your summer on me
When I turn a corner
Every time I face the dark
It’s your voice that carries me

Come besides me in the pouring rain
Let me shed the tears that you had not time for
Come to me when I need you
And stay by me when I don’t

It’s hard that you must live this way
Only in memories, in the world no more

When I look into the depths of time
I see the skipped possibilities
Mocha in the sun, siestas on the lawn
All day parties by the pool side
Tell what I should do now
My life’s empty as a shell
Will I find another ocean?
Another who will claim me as their own?