Monday, May 16, 2016

That elusive future

Wrote this way back in 2003 and strangely, future is still being as elusive as ever.

Across the distance, far far away
I view my future
Sitting on the highest branch
Of a mango tree

It stares at passing birds
Wishing on falling stars
Dangling its legs fearlessly
It weaves my tomorrow

The other day it hung upside down
I missed a heartbeat
A smile lifted my shoulders
My future steadied itself

Sometimes it has company
The animals, the stars… the others
Nothing seems to affect it
As the wind continues to blow

I waved to it today
Hoping in vain to catch its eye
As it plucked another cloud
To make a warm quilt

I tried crying out its name
Sent a message in a vinegar bottle
It chooses to ignore me

Doesn’t it know it belongs to me?

Tuesday, January 12, 2016

Doing right is not always easy

For years and years I put the memory of this place behind
And avoided its people.
For years and years I tried to get over one incident
And one person.

And now, after years and years
I volunteer to go and meet those very people in that very same place.
Because it is the anniversary of a question
And it is time to let go of baggage.

I wish I could say I was being brave.
I wish, I could be.

Thursday, January 07, 2016

Finding a purpose

At 18:
I wish for a career that would let me fly

At 28:
I wish for a career where I work work work and grow grow grow

At 38:
I wish for a career that would let me fly

The twenties were clearly about misplaced aspirations.
Oh wait, forties are just around the corner. What are you going to bring me?

Tuesday, December 22, 2015

Different

She: I see animals in the clouds, shapes in the rocks and faces in the gnarled roots of trees.

He ticked on special wing, padded rooms.

Friday, December 11, 2015

Parenting is another name for karma

Every time I start to yell at my girl
For not getting up on time
For not cleaning up after play time
For not eating right
For being sassy
For being rude
For whining

An ever present elder nods sagely and informs me, this is how you were when you were younger, imagine how your mom must have dealt with you.

Whoever said Karma comes back to bite you on your ass, I do not like you.

Thursday, November 19, 2015

Touched by angels



Not all relationships have names
These nameless relationships
Are at once love, friendship, admiration and more
They come and they go
Leaving behind a whiff of something intangible
And yet so infinitely important.

Tuesday, November 03, 2015

Unintended

I thought of her yesterday
When I was giving my girl a bath
I thought, she would have done it for her daughter too
And I felt a little sad.

I thought of her late at night
When I was reading a message from a friend
I thought, she would have giggled at the words
And I felt a little sad.

I didn't think of her this morning
As I was aimlessly surfing through various social media platforms
I didn't think stumbling on her name
Static and cold would cause so much hurt,
Beyond sadness, beyond pain.