Happiness is putting up a silly act with your sister and laughing till it hurts 🙂
Botched Management Corporation (BMC) does it again .
Had some free time and a packet of tic tacs , used these felt flowers to add a little colour and I think I have a Christmas present idea for the little ones in the family 🤷♀️
This year there is no cake baked at home , no surprise presents and no party , but I know it’s still a special birthday for R. If it is the best gift of one’s life , a delay of a couple of days doesn’t really matter , no ?
I could only manage making a card !
Have a super year super dad to be 🙂
Wearing a cloak of calm she glistened
Filling the air with empty promises
A weary soul surrendered , hoping to find hope
Longing to find love , believing her siren songs
Blind , unaware , deaf and hypnotized
He walked to escape , into a trap
Like still waters , dangerous and deep,
To be consumed.
Subdued ashen shades of silver
Washed onto a vibrant shore
Grooves telling stories in muted tones
Dampened by the billow’s roar
A keen eyed drifter seduced
Dreams fashioned from the splint
The meagre piece preciously reshaped
Where none before had seen the glint.
that mishmash ( dedicated to all those who see beauty where others see none 🙂 and to H , thank you for helping me find myself. You are brilliant: ))
This one is a repost . Looking at pictures of the Driftwood museum in Kerala brought back memories of this poem .
…two little feet kicking inside your belly to remind you that you are not alone !
I wonder if that’s your way of telling us that you like to move it , move it 🙂 and I hope you can move it , move it like your dada 🙂
The bump to birth diaries to be continued ……
Not all will walk with you to the end
Some will leave midway
There’ll be those you choose to leave behind
Even though they wished to stay
Some will reach out when you stumble
Some may stand and watch you crawl
But YOU are your best bet darling
No one can replace YOU , none at all
Each one has their own battles
There’s only that much that one can do
If you’ve got to rise from the ashes
You’ve got to find strength to live anew
Every time you think you are alone
Wondering how you’ll make it through
Listen to the Keeper of the stars saying,
” There’s so much left inside of YOU”.
( I must thank three people I’ve met on WP who’ve reached out when I’ve been low , Nee my sweetheat , K who manages to put a smile on my face with all his encouragement and H who made me believe in myself when I was in the dumps. I hope someday Nee reads this , I know K will and I hope H finds peace always 🙂 )
I thought there’d be tears
but there were none
no hurt ,no pain, no shame
just a prayer whispered silently
everytime I read your name .
No heartbroken blues
sung by watery eyes
or jostling thoughts
in an overwhelmed mind
just prayers of gratitude
for the memories left behind.
It’s ok to rip the mask and to bare all
To bring down brick by brick that unflinching wall
It’s ok sometimes to wail in pain
And let tears fall without restrain
It’s ok to scream and wonder why
And look up blankly at the sky
It’s ok to let your jaded body be still
And not hurriedly rouse a weakened will
It’s ok to wish it was easier than it is
To plead to fate ‘not now , not this’
It’s ok sometimes to want to flee
Where eyes that judge you cannot see
It’s ok if none can understand
They simply cannot , though you think they can
It’s ok to celebrate each bruise , each scar
Sometimes it’s ok to be what you are
It’s ok to flounder and stagger and fall
Until you find strength to rise and stand tall