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Not In Straight Line

*pic courtesy - painting taken from pinterest. I am telling you I am not perfect My bed is messed up all day long I have been said I am nothing but wrong My voice cracks open a tragic song My closet has clothes that don't fit me There are times when even my dog doesn't sit with me I am telling you Life is not supposed to be.. What you want to see.. I have been thrown out, shouted at, made fun of,  everytime I want to change and be free.. I have been called arrogant, stupid, mad, with ideas that shatter... I discovered things that no one in the room thought but only if it could matter.. I am telling you That people aren't perfect and nor they will ever be... If you wait for them to align You will be the one being struck out of line Don't think every criticism is fine Some are horrific with absurd design So what if I am not perfect I can tell that imperfection is abstract Breaking the rules is not nodding to solicitations I have tried, failed, then tried back ...

Thankful

Are you okay?
Yes I am..
But I wasn't ,
As I responded to that,
Because what else to say,
When you aren't,
Are you feeling good?
Yes I am..
When I wasn't,
But how will it help,
If I responded for real,
Do you need water?
Yes I want..
But just shut down,
The surrounding chatter,
With infinite laughter,
I couldn't bear,
The noise,
Inside me growing larger,
Than my voice that was,
Shaking my exterior poise,
My daughter,
Came closer..
As she held my,
trembling hand,
As she whispered,
Mom, it will get better..
My partner,
Looked at me,
And wanted me to know..
It's okay,
Not to be okay,
Getting drunk,
And throwing up..
Is all part of growing up,
Till the part,
Where you start loving,
Just water again..
My mom and dad,
Comforted me, 
That although sad as it looks,
Things aren't that bad..
As explained by the books,
Relationships and people,
Are the ones that make you stable,
While everything else,
Can topple,  
Well, there will be loads of trouble,
But more than that the faces..
That can't bear the sight , as you fumble,
While they will not let you stumble,
You can can carry on the indefinite grumble,
I took a deep breath,
And felt a touch,
Works isn't life and death..
It's just a bridge,
That's built as such,
To take you from one,
Destination to another,
So even if it ends halfway..
Without giving much of a direction,
Or Outreach,
Try to take some rest,
Before going any further..
Because the destination you seek,
Needs a closer peak,
Or it's time to switch to another...
 
*Dedicated to all the one's, who got impacted by recent layoffs. Don't loose hope !
* pic courtesy : pinterest artist Anne Watkins

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