Month: April 2022

Life turns out to be confusing.
With lots of phases to experience.
And some incidents which one can’t foresee.
Life is just like a wave in the sea.

Happiness sometimes and sometimes face the sorrow,
Because it takes only a second to shake lives up.
And who knows, your life could change while having a cup of tea,
All because life is just like a wave in the sea.

The rises, short-lived and the fall is temporary
But one must accept the hard times and appreciate the joys.
Be patient! Bad times will come and will soon flee,
Because life is just like a wave in the sea.

All it takes is strength to go through the falls,
And the rises are the temporary rewards.
The one who is ready for both will always be in glee.
So be prepared ‘cause life is just like a wave in the sea.

Missing You

Do you remember when we first met?
The first friend I ever had,
Do you remember the time we were naughty?
When we rolled in the mud
And it didn’t wash out for weeks?
When mom taught us to hunt, to catch the wild deer
The watering hole father took us to, for our first day out,
And the rustle in the bushes, the noise,
I remember it like it was yesterday,
The shiny trap, the pain and the leg
that never healed just quite right
The weird animals who took you away
In a big noisy thing that whizzed past,
I remember father ran after them,
Chased them for weeks, he became ill
When he came back home, I knew at once,
I would never see you again, never feel your fur,
Never go out hunting with you,
Our family was broken,
I didn’t need someone to tell me that.
There was never a day I didn’t think about you,
And one day on a hunt, I heard the same noisy thing
The fear came flooding back, the pain returned
And just as I was about to run,
I saw the hide I remembered so well
Every crease, every spot, every stripe
I had seen you, I was sure, so I came to take you home,
But something wasn’t right, you smelt like them,
You didn’t flinch, didn’t run
And then I felt the searing pain,
Something hitting my shoulder, stinging,
And then you moved…one of them moved you
And from inside someone emerged,
They wore you as a skin, I knew you were gone.
I can’t hold on any more, I am letting go,
The pain is too much to bear, the emotions.
I am coming to you brother,
we will be united once again, we will be together.

Dandelion

There was a time,
When there were fine
Strands of dandelion
Like the mane of a lion.
Flowing across the sky,
Where the birds fly.
It went in my nose,
Even after many blows,
It refused to come out
And stayed quite stout.
I tried to sneeze
But could only wheeze,
I came to a sticky end,
And went round the bend.

“Hello Ms. Eger,” she said,
Walking through the front door,
Hands full with groceries and milk.
“I won’t be needing those” I said,
Not looking up from my writing.
“Not this week, Edith”
“Why, Ms. Eger, is this about
The test reports in the mail?”
“No darling, I don’t need a test
To know my future and fate.”
“My dearest friend will come
To meet me soon, she will bring me
Everything I need, thank you.”
She looked doubtful, hesitant even.
“But Ms. Eger……” she began
“Are you feeling quite alright?”
“I believe you forgot your medicines this morning.”
“Now what medicines, dear?”
I asked, tired. I had too many
Already, hard to remember.
“Why, the ones for your Alzheimer’s.”
“Maybe that’s why you forgot
About Mrs. Johnson as well.
I’ll fetch them from the drawers.”
“Remind me who that is again?”
I said, the name sounded familiar
Yet however hard I tried,
I just couldn’t remember her.
“She was your friend, the one from
Minnesota last year” she said, still
Searching through the drawers.
“Ah yes!” I remember the face,
A little hazy but the memory lingers.
“But she wasn’t the one I was meeting.”
“Who then?” she asked taking out pills.
“I can’t seem to remember” I said taking
The little pellets from her hand.
“No worries, you rest your mind
Ms. Eger, I’ll check your reports.”
I smiled, she was always so sweet and patient
I would be sad to leave her.
But my friend is here and I must say goodbye……..

Growing Older
What does it feel like, growing older?
Does it need you to be bolder?
Or does it need you to be softer and nicer?
Is it the sound of your bones creaking
As you shuffle across the floor?
Or maybe the clitter-clatter
Of the fixing of dentures on your gums bare?
For me growing old was a fun process
Meeting my grandchildren
Baking, cooking and the like
Snuggling up in a blanket with a mug of hot cocoa
And telling long, intriguing stories to all the tiny tots
Surely, with all those diseases coming to get you
And living the sunny old life,
My yellow days were definitely a glorious charm
How mellow were your golden years?
Oh do tell!
I’m all ears. Or rather,
“all hearing aids.”

Missing a Memory
Those beaming, wrinkled faces,
Those comforting wise hands,
When I look at your faces,
I see wisdom, I see the light of knowledge
I see the years of experience, I see comfort
I see a little place I can crawl into
During dreary times
Alas! These happy moments stay only but memories,
Memories lost in the sands of time.
While every reminiscence does joy bring,
Sadness has always and still does ring
I count the days till we meet again
When I can crawl into the safe haven again
I wait patiently for a time that may never come,
People’s words do always discourage,
But your image is enough to encourage
Follow your dreams you said,
Work to what you want most you said,
And that’s the principle I followed,
Until one day life subsided,
And cancer came in, uninvited
I fought for life, like you taught me to
But I lost, and death presided
And now, I travel here patiently and expectantly
To come meet you in the time that I borrowed……
So, I wait for you here again,
For you to take my hand once more
And lead me down this new path
We are united once again, the wait once endless, is now over.

Ambitious are my thoughts,
Colossal are my dreams.
This aim of mine is magnificent.
I have no limits, never will, it seems.

I will make my dreams come true.
And so I can go bellowing to the world
to make them true.

People of this planet may think I am ‘young’,
But,
My AIMS have broken the bondage of being ‘young’ long back.

I don’t need someone’s sanction for my dreams,
For,
I have enough of it by myself.

My family and friends are the launchpads for my success
And
That’s something I will always need.

Petty things to do are not in my vocabulary,
My aims don’t let them in.
Meticulous, magnificent and memorable are my things.

I don’t and can’t waste time on useless work.
I feel it’s ridiculous to sleep till late hours,
And lose dear time in a mere doze.

Celebs were never my ‘IDOLS’,
But they are, who followed their passion, talent, and dreams
To make a difference.

Magic is all around,
Just because belief is all around!
The point is that it should be visible in your smile…
Never think magic denies, just because good things take time!
Just dial what you want to Aladdin’s Genie!
Welcome to the magical kingdom this is all that you get here with lots of love!!
But, but, but three things are forbidden here – Money, money, and money.
Just because money can’t buy magic!
If you want some magic just wish for it OR buy it out with LOVE & HAPPINESS!!
Magic is real!

“I wonder when I will grow up and live my dream.
When no one is there to stop me and I have a high self-esteem.
When I can buy pretty clothes and dine in restaurants every day.”
Said I when I was five, while under the tree I lay.

Now that I am 15, I realise life is more than just about buying clothes
It is rather about building a respectable person and self oaths
It is about choosing the right people to surround you
And choosing the right careers to pursue.

Life is surely harder at fifteen than at five
But furthermore, you have to strive
Life is about not giving up
Even though it might be abrupt.

Samantha was in second grade and she was my best friend,
I looked up to her to no end,
She was smarter, stronger and prettier than me,
All these qualities were all I could see.
Blinded by these goods, I didn’t notice the sly, cunning side to her,
And there wasn’t a worse moment for it to spur.
Around the end of second grade,
Just when I thought our friendship was made,
She started telling stuff to her other friend Abby,
Stuff like I overreacted, and being pretty was all I could see.
And in third grade, we both were in different sections,
And we had friends of different selections,
I made besties with a girl who came in my bus,
While Samantha started making a fuss,
She told everyone I overacted and showed off,
The last straw was when she told my new bestie, Soph,
Soph was in her section and they soon became friends,
And Soph looked up to Samantha to no ends,
Of course, Soph and I were still best friends forever,
She swore nothing would break us apart, ever.
Soon Samantha started telling Soph everything she told the others,
And soon Soph said she never bothers,
To be friends with a person like me,
And the only reason she was friends was because she felt pity.
I told the teachers about Samantha’s behaviour but they didn’t hear a word,
They thought the fact such a “smart, kind girl” could be mean was absurd,
Of course, my parents didn’t listen either as they thought I was jealous,
I’d told them Samantha was my bestie, just a year ago, the reason was obvious.
Soph became my bestie again in fourth grade,
And a condition was laid,
I told Samantha she could tell everyone my friends and I were baddies,
But she had to stop telling my buddies.
Samantha said she didn’t want to interfere with my life,
And she didn’t want to be the knife,
She said she didn’t want to be the reason for my despair,
And she told me she thought she was being unfair.
I just shrugged and left it alone,
And now, in grade six, that affair is long gone,
Samantha still doesn’t like me and thinks I’m bad,
But at least she isn’t interfering with the friends I have and had.