The fool's folly

There are days like today when words seem to come from someplace else.

He reads and worries that the words are from a well that is deep and damaged.

Untrue and unfounded

Baseless

I argue

Because these words are not mine

They don’t belong to me

I am but a tool

The fool is someone else.

And a fool’s folly

Is in waiting for the inevitable to happen

And

To hope against hope

For a way to stop it

Because the fool’s heart

Believes in miracles

And sometimes

A fool’s prayers

Can turn the world upside down

And the tool’s destiny

Is to watch the inevitable destruction

And write words, deep and damaged

Stranger in the mirror

What are your colours today?

Orange, yellow and red I said

She laughed and laughed

And called me a liar

And pointed to the grey, blue and black

No, I insisted

No

The all knowing stranger in my mirror,

She laughed again

At my denial, distress and dismay

Grey grey grey and black

She repeated

Under the farce

Over the lie

Is your colour true

And that, is black so dark

It is blue.

Be still my beating heart

The vagaries of the heart
Is never clearer
Than when you sit and stew
And brood and vent
For hours and days and months
But forgive and forget
And dive right back in the deep end
Because the phone rang.

Hooked

Like an incomplete painting
She has got a piece missing
And like the incompetent amateur
I fail to see what it is

Is her nose a little wayward?

Her pose, awkward?
Is it the clothes she wears?
Or the way she stares?

I miss the eye
The key to see
The flaw may be in her
Or maybe, it is in me.

I try to ignore her
And sometimes, to out-stare
She wins, she draws, she pulls
Always and eternally, my incomplete muse.

word.

How does a stone cold diamond outweigh the depth of a warm couplet?
Words woo. Words win. Every single time.

 

Jump

You must be a remarkable person to know what the other person is thinking, what the other person is, by simply looking at them.
You must either be a great psychic to possess such detailed insight into a stranger's character or a seer who has read it all from the stranger's eyes.
You must be beyond brilliant to know what a person will do in a certain situation even when the person in question is still struggling with a decision.
You must be God.
You must indeed be.
God of Assumption, Presumption and Jumping to Conclusions.

my people

When nostalgia sneaks up and threatens to choke you

You reach out and grab a fistful of the virtual
And curse every God in every reality

For writing different destinies

Then, they come in bits and bytes

Talking, sharing, saying silly things

And you thank every God in every reality

For writing them in your destiny.

Simon, go back, really

If all you want to do
every day
every minute
is to crib and moan
about a country
and its people
while not moving a finger
to do anything about
the sorry mess
I guess it would be wonderful
all around
if you got your sorry ass
out of the said country
no?

a bird in hand

She wondered often
how it would be
to be loved with a passion
so furious and all encompassing
that it burnt like an inferno

She wondered often
and overlooked
the steady calm flow
of a river of love.

Be a jewel bird

There are these tiny birds that fly around busily where I live. They are really small, the size of my thumb with a beak that looks super sharp. These little birds come in several gorgeous colours; emerald green, bright blue, glossy black and a few shades in between. I don’t know what they are officially called, in my head they are the jewel birds. I love watching them as they furiously go about collecting food, looking for bits of string or such to build their nest. They go about their business separately, but occasionally get together and chatter awhile before getting back to work. In the evening, they all get back home to a common tree. Chaos ensues before calm falls.

These birds remind me of women, not because they are all female, but because of how different each of them looks and yet, like us, they share something deeper, something so unique. As women, our strength, our fear, our love, our angst are all woven together to make such a remarkable entity.

It was then that a thought occurred, if the women got together, stuck together and stopped being each other’s worst nightmare, who would dare to stand up and do them harm? Who would dare speak against a woman when her fellow females stood rock solid by her?

I would go to war with the women I call my friends by my side. They are my pillars; they are women who have immense inner strength and a beauty of being. They are rough and soft and sweet and sour and catty and humorous and frivolous and deep… they are a glorious multifaceted lot who can make and break the very fabric of this society.

This women’s day, could we all hold up our hands and say we would stand by each other, through thick and thin, better or worse? Could we respect the amazing spirit each one of us has been bestowed with and give a friendly boost to others whose light is flickering? Could we be like those little birds, each individual jewels, who together, are a minefield of beauty and joy?

Let us choose freedom over the petty and stand by each other, for together, we are a truly formidable bunch.

Happy Days, Women.

 

Being happy is a choice

I have often wondered, why people have to find fault with every little thing.

During a brilliant rendition of the folk dances of India where the music and dancers weaved magic, a set of people wanted to know why the ladies were wearing backless blouses.

While gobbling down a particularly delicious plate of dahi-wada in a cookery contest, a bunch of tasters dissed the chefs for not serving it just so.


Post an event put together by a set of volunteers with no prior experience at putting together something like it, some of the audience grumbled at having to sit for 15 minutes more than was scheduled.

One wonders why one does that... why does one overlook the happiness and beauty in a particular moment? Why would one rather look at a tiny fault when the whole is a magnificent amalgamation of life and joy?


Being petty is so easy, but it only leads to a disgruntled existence.
Be happy people. It is a conscious choice one makes.

From the human hovercraft. Not

Post by Uma Iyer.

laugh to live

Don’t laugh out loud

What’s that weird face?

Are you being sarcastic?

What is that you are wearing?

Farts and burps are not funny

Stop it, people are looking

Did you just snort?

There are many things in this world I am grateful for

But most of all, on the absolute top of my list

Are my people,

Who have the common sense

To see humour in little things

So the big things become simpler

Lighten up, light up

Watch the chip on your shoulder melt away
Religion, status, inclinations, borders exit
Where humour exists

#Humouristheonlyway

One little change

I assume
You presume
and thus ends a beautiful relationship

I judge
You react
and thus ends a wonderful friendship

I argue
You defend
and thus ends a brilliant idea

The end would never be
If only
I heard
and you listened
I spoke
and you reasoned
without prejudice
without preconception
without bitterness

Stay open, stay happy.