-Mom-a-holic-

Much as I would like to be there
To bake a cake or trouble you more,
Resources are low, and duties many
So don't be grumpy and sore..

Sit back, relax and indulge
In attention, if not a meal I made
Have one of those perfect days
And in kind, be paid..

What is a gift, when words can say
How precious you are to me
Will also save me some pocket money
To spend on you, when each other we see..

I still miss you as much as always
And on this 14th day of May,
I am here, with ALL my love
To wish you a very Happy Mother's Day!!

And as a double treat today
To make you cheerful and glad,
Is this poem, and a certificate
Granting you a whole day away from dad;)

To one of the most patient human beings I have come across and to somone who has always let me throw my tantrums, let me grow, been my friend and also kept my secrets *grin*...don't look around mother, am talking about you!

Happy Mothers' Day Mommmyyyy...:)[and also to the rest of the moms in the world]

"Amen"

I don't believe in best friends.

I have regular friends, good friends, very good friends, close friends, even closer friends and some rather special friends.Each one is aware of a different side of me. There are only 2 common things with all of them:

One, I am surper duper zuper comfortable with them. No pretentions, no watch-what-you-say, no taking-3-hours-to-pull-out-the-perfect-thing-to- wear [ok maybe this still applies], no fashionably-late, no low-fat-super-skimmed-sugarfree, no hold-back-that-gossip and absolutely no I-hate-discussing-this-but-I-must-act-i'm-interested..blah. In other words I am present mind, body and soul as a whole, with all my imperfections in place, and am genuinely satisfied being that way around them.

Two, they all say I talk a lot..

For me, a conversation with a friend is a stress buster. It's mostly figurative, but there are times when real punches could be involved, depending on how moody I'm feeling.

Therefore, if I am sitting with you and I am trying to impress you, you aren't a friend.[surprise!]

If you are sitting with me and trying to impress me..ah well there is no exception to the rule there..it's working..

[Did I just lose myself some friends??]

"A Coversation within"

I spoke to my Angel today
The Angel who had no wings,
She had no words of wisdom
Nor did She sing...

Her skin was tanned as mine
No signs of a halo pure,
Simply dressed, not adorned in jewels
But she had a way to painlessly cure..

I sat by my Angel
Who sat down just like me,
I asked about my future
And all she said was 'It's free'..

She said with surprise in her eyes
Eyes that resembled mine,
You know what you need to know
The rest? In due time..

What was the point, I thought
To seek this divine being,
When all She could tell me
Were visions I was already seeing..?

I needed answers to my problems
Confusions the clouded my mind,
But at this moment a listening ear
Is all I that could find!?!?

I gave out a loud cry
And flushed and fretted a bit,
She reacted as though I didn't exist
With something of grin on her lip..

Well, She did listen better than I
And rarely gave any advice,
And She laughed at my jokes
And, her laughter sounded like mine!

With no unearthly powers
Nor a pass to the gates above,
She did not preach perfection
Nor overrate love..

'Don't be absolute', She said
Ah! an advise at last I see
Then she turned around and vanished
No explanation given, almost immediately..

She did not teach me anything
But gave me a peek at sin,
In me, myself, my vanity
Coz she was the better twin..

With no new lessons learnt
I wondered where the time had flown,
She did get her message across
'Not to worry about the unknown'..

If only in pain we didn't cry
If only we sought attention none ,
If only being rational
Was something natural, and fun..

I walked away in silence
And pondered over it for a while ,
I was walking just like Her
And I ended the day with Her smile..

"Strangeness at its best"

Usually Voodoo brings to mind acts of witchcraft and wisecrack spells, but to me it instigates a feeling of escape.

Escape from a life that is around you, to another where you create all that you see, feel, emote and do. Its a world where brooms are used for purposes other than sweeping, spiders have great 'healing powers', evil gets utmost respect and you would drink anything which is fuming, yet not hot.

A fantasy for the wretched. A world for the deprived. An answer to revenge. In all, escape from the truth. Escape from worldly worries and pain. Escape from trust.

A world where everything is wrong
Is the one that seems to make things right,
Sticking pins into an dummy
Speaking to crystal balls bright.
A cave, an ambience raw
Where cynical feelings come free,
You can curse everyone
And not carry a guilt on thee.
Get away from the confusion
Blame it all on on fate,
To feel better about yourself
All you need to do is hate.
Chants unintelligible
There is no correct chord,
Where a coward kills with a kiss
Whilst a lover uses a sword.

It's a place I go when I need to breathe amongst all the commotion around.

I could be a evil. But I live right.