sometimes
the world is so loud
I long for silence
to be my companion
early mornings
late nights
noises fall off
like withered petals
the world
is beautiful again
I don’t mind
counting breaths
hearing own thoughts
feeling exhaustion
sensing pain
stripped of
layers of interference
soaked in quietness
my soul is
revitalised
eyes are
windows
to the soul
mirror shows
left right reversed
image of self
we may be lying
when
looking to the right
no wonder
we perceive lies
to be the truths
when I was growing up
food was scarce
materials were scarce
I built up tolerance for poverty
I was raised by a village
there was always someone
showed me kindness
I became intolerant to meanness
nowadays
there are plenty food groups
over abundance of disposals
I am intolerant to dairy
for years
we have strived for independence
are we going too far
to be overly self sufficient
we are
keeping more secrets
building layers of facade
hiding immorality behind
morale codes
desensitising each other
under the banner of
political correctness
I miss the days
with very little
being poor is not
a state of lack
blessed with many
but
missing the point
is treachery
Violent
Outburst
Leaves
Cancerous
Aftermath
No man can
Overcome
We are like raisins
Weather worn appearances
Sweethearts through and through
( photo from iStock )
It is so humbling that Sadia Noor nominated me for The Mystery Blogger Award. Sadia is inspirational and has wisdom beyond her years. Please do check out her blog to see the magic inside it.
Thank you Sadia!
1. Put the award logo on your blog.
2. List the rules.
3. Thank whoever nominated you and include a link to their blog.
4. Mention the creator of the award and provide a link to their blog as well.
5. Tell your readers 3 things about yourself.
6. Nominate 10-20 people.
7. Notify your nominees.
8. Ask your nominees any 5 questions of your choice, specifying one weird/funny question.
9. Share a link to your best post(s).
Q1: What inspired you to create your blog?
One of my clients who I supported into paid employment and subsequently started her own business. She has learning and mental disabilities and yet she is one of the most cheery and inspirational people I have the great fortune to meet. She encouraged me to start writing and I did.
Q2: How you spend your leisure time?
Daydreaming most of the time, writing, reading and social mediaing.
Q3: what makes you feel good?
Nature energises me and reminds me of God’s great creation. It is my happy place.
Q4: If you could meet any person (dead or alive), who would that be and why?
My God sent other half. I am a hopeless romantic.
Q5: What is your life’s Motto?
“Do not judge, or you too will be judged.”
Q1: What motivates you to write?
Q2: What is your pet peeve?
Q3: When you don’t feel like writing, what do you do?
Q4: Which one word and one word only to describe yourself?
Q5: What is your life’s Motto?
attempted Haiku
characteristically
found it very hard
to me
rhyming poems are like
contortion
they are extremely
flexible
to me
they are also
seemingly
inhuman
contortion
captivates
mass audiences
so do
rhyming poems
( photo from http://www.gigsalad.com )
winter is mind numbingly long
staring at the icicles
they dove down like pool splash
from the overwhelmed roof
formed a curtain to
shield my tiresome eyes
from the morning haze
sometimes they look like
a baby’s temper tantrum tears
sometimes they glare at me like
a group of flying darts
sometimes they bloom like
frozen dandelions
winter is mind numbingly long
today they resemble
my hair turned grey overnight
I should have kept
hibernating
you got the moxy
attracts the foxy lady
her long legs
parade in burgundy heels
vaguely seen through
the dark silk
long split leg
maxi dress
her elegant ivory neck
wrapped in a fur scarf
your agile mind
and sharp wit
make her head turn
a vixen recognises
her own calibre
Flicker of Thoughts 