I am the mother of our offsprings
I can make food and take good care But I am not your lover I am the provider for our family
I can make money and buy things But not be your lover ~ 14Jul25
I consider the title of this blog as one of the most intellectual creations of this blogger. I am happy calling it a partial-anagram. Few have succeeded in cracking the same and I am sure it will be a morale booster. Happy Cracking!!!
I am the mother of our offsprings
I can make food and take good care But I am not your lover I am the provider for our family
I can make money and buy things But not be your lover ~ 14Jul25
What did the terrace bird say
in your ear today
I am sure it was full of mirth
unlike the humans on earth
Did it ask for more food
like little Mr Twist did, or
was it happy with what you gave
and sing you the hymn you pray
~ 08Jul25
Silent office
Bright lights
Empty cubicles
Deafening silence
Structured thinking
Uninterrupted me time
Absolute introspection
~ 07Jul25
When you perceive
what you are going through
And are thoroughly
confused about it
You are fixated in getting
an understanding
of the situation, and which
in part is also about yourself
After a few days of rumination
And practicing Rilke’s idea
of living the question
You put it on paper, accept,
surrender, and let go.
As progress,
it cracks a part of the code
You then decide you must
take it to the oracles and
later also to the someones
who are partly involved in it
And they all look at you
without the judgemental eyes
Accept you for what you are
and validate your feelings
You realise and get affirmed
that you are not out of range
And certainly are in the hands
of the someone safe
Then the right phrase for it
presents itself and brings a
new dimension, and unknots
the remains of the confusion
That there is a ‘charm’
in a new friendship
amidst life's other hardships
And it can bring such calm
It helps you understand
a part of yourself
which you never have been
able to decode
The ‘word’ certainly
tends to multiply
to let bliss into your life.
~ 06Jul25
Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books that are now written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer.
~ Rainer Maria Rilke
I see the softness in the
glow of the morning star
and there's nothing to sulk
when the glow gives in
on arrival of the morning sun
The point is to be present
Nature has its sweet rhythm
and it doesn't bend or break
for anyone's whims and fancies
There is religion in birds
for each sing their own prayers
some only twice in the day
at the dawn and the dusk
and some all through the day
All the monstrous acts
that defy humankind, such as
a Hitler’s tyranny, could not
have thrived in a monastery
A dog will wag its tail
A cat will slow-blink its eyes
when you call their name
And expecting otherwise
will only give in to our vices
And so is it with people
Attention, imagination, hope,
and more than anything,
kindness - all must be pursued
with as much diligence and worry
as objects of impermanence
Self-enquiry is the
only surest way forward
And how far one can see,
in the direction of well-being
will determine how well we
want to live our everyday life
~ 05Jul25
Dear someone,
I wonder why I say so much
Am I starved or are you delicious
Are you therapeutic or do I need attention,
or maybe, I wanted to just talk to someone
Why should I know, I wonder…
I think of the merit in the friendship
Or what if after sometime I discover
That our core values don't match
And regret having wasted time of both
Or disclosed too much
Would I have said so much
If you were of the other gender
If you were not light skinned
If you did not look pleasant
If I didn't have the luxury of
both your time and my time
Why am I so analytical about it
Am I impatient, seeking sympathy,
or asking for answers
Along the way, I also wonder about intentions
For that matter, everyone's intentions, and
the process of making friends…
Is my process flawed?
I go back to my past with guilt
of picking friends with benefits
But everyone does, don't they?
Well, let's see what it takes…
When we are young,
we like our acquaintances for some odd reasons
We do a lot of talking, goofing around,
and doing things together, in repetition, day after day
We hardly notice that it has been unfolding,
all the while, unawares
And, like magic… friends just happen
Later on, it's friends for life, if it stands the test of time.
We may get to notice the flaws, but don't mind them,
or work around it
When we are in midlife,
We rush past our lives and attend only to priorities
We give no space for the magic to happen
We hardly have the time to talk to the someones
We are also afraid, and wary of getting hurt
We don't make an attempt in the fear of shame,
or the suffering of betrayal or of losing them
Or, are too self-absorbed in our mundane lives
So what do we do…
When the setting to make friends is unfamiliar
or the setting is completely lost or absent
When our conscious self is adept
at noticing the other's interests, problems, values, views
And it dwells on likes and prejudices,
making the space between the two to dissolve or increase
And only wants to flock with the ones of the same feather
So, it's ok, if all of it does not align
It helps to be aware that there are different ways
of getting to know people
And works well if we are open to experiences
It's ok to have conversations with the someones…
As long as we are kind to each other
and know that we want nothing from the other
So, let's let our guard down as many times
as we had to pull them up in the past
And for as many times, when there's a chance
for light to shine on our life which at times runs pale
for there is nothing to lose in this transient realm
for there's no sure way to know more of the someones
Inside us and otherwise.
~ 04Jun25 to 03Jul25
Here are some flowers
(read words) on your birthday!
To set a poem on a person
for a good long time I've known
is not so much fun
I fear that my mind might
pluck some and leave some
of our thoughts in my garden
For this same reason,
I am not so good
at farewell speeches
‘cos I am convinced that
the memories we've made
are enough
And to summarise
indicates an end… Perhaps,
I am shy and superstitious
But if I wish to send love
to someone far
words are all that I have
So, in the pretext of wishing
you and your beautiful mind,
I slip in a wish for me as well
that we continue our good run
in picking each other's brain
~ 27 Jun 2025