What are we,
Now that we are?
Who are we,
After whom we left behind?
Where are we,
Since we're neither here nor there?
Why are we,
'We' without you or me?
When are we,
To be, not the future, but present?
How are we,
Going to be.. Just.. Be?
Mar 27, 2021
Mar 27, 2021 at 12:46 PM UTC
I hear sounds,
But I’m not a part of it.
Does listening count?
I’ve gotten to know it all bit by bit.
I see shades of spring,
Breeze still chilled.
Just a bit of warmth
The sun can fulfill.
Work hasn’t stopped
For those ***** hustling.
Come hail, shine or Covid,
Keep going, little tummies are rumbling.
Lockdown lifts,
Isolation ends.
We think we know it all,
From what heaven sends.
Little pink petals
Peel away from the source.
Lands on another’s yard,
This is nature’s course.
We grew many years,
We learned to share, serve and save,
Where nature will take us,
Depends on how we now behave.
Apr 21, 2020
Apr 21, 2020 at 6:35 AM UTC
We wanted to be left alone,
Now we want company.
We nagged for personal space,
We want to be around many.
Were we made to bond,
Or were we made to detach?
This is the mystery of life,
From Adam and Eve to the latest batch.
We cursed that paradise was lost,
When Adam bit the apple.
How long it is taking us
To restore this planet, is a baffle.
We use up everything earth gives us.
We spare not a single resource.
And now look at us isolating,
Like forbidden prisoners behind trap doors.
Apr 6, 2020
Apr 6, 2020 at 6:34 AM UTC
What does lockdown mean for me?
I'm housebound anyway.
People think I'm always free,
I'm now that 'at home' mom everyday.
This is also what they thought,
When I told them I'm a singer.
'If you don't own charttoppers,
You're just a failure.' is what lingered.
I found it shameful and difficult,
Broke down several times,
I couldn't find my own identity,
Searching for myself felt like a crime.
41 weeks and 2 days I carried her,
My little angel, the apple of my eye,
I'm now learning a basic fact -
- A lifetime flies faster than light.
So fast, I don't know what day it is,
I'm living each day by the hour.
Before I know it, it's bedtime again..
What exactly is within my power?
When the birds stretch their wings,
At the crack of a quiet dawn.
The time I was raised to wake and listen,
To the Tanpura, the sound of Om.
This is my one true power,
Whether they believe it or not.
A lockdown may not define it,
I'm a musician, a mom, not a robot.
These clear blue skies at spring,
Came again after a barren season.
I'm housebound and learning again,
Another chance to live it right is my reason.
Mar 26, 2020
Mar 26, 2020 at 6:27 PM UTC
There are some
Who age too fast
To keep up
With the trend
There are some
Who say age
is nothing
But numbers
There are some
Who need numbers
To help them
Feel their worth
There are some
Whose numbers
Don't add up
Till the end
There are some
Then there are others...
There are some
Who like to wander
With thoughts
Loose in their minds
There are some
Who spend their lives
Thinking 'bout feelings
Of all kinds
There are some
Who believe that
It's too late to
Trust your heart
There are some
Who'll stand in your way
When they know
You'll make it safe
There are some
Then there are others...
There will always be
The one
There are some
Then there are others...
And there will always be
The one.
Jun 16, 2019
Jun 16, 2019 at 7:46 AM UTC
The rug
Lying underneath your feet;
Been on the ground
So long,
It's stuck to the ground.
The fence
Standing deep, anchored in soil;
**** rooting down
So deep,
It's part of the land.
The frames are clean,
The pictures seem
Like history.
Once upon a time,
I was
More than furniture to us.
But now:
I want you to see me,
Like the door you can open;
I'm more than what's inside your home.
I want you to want me,
Like you used to everyday;
I'm that girl you wanted to make time for when you're alone.
Now, are you not alone?
Is that why
I'm the rug, fence and your furniture?
I know I work from home.
I know I got a lotta things to do.
I know I haven't lived up to the best of expectations.
I'm still that girl you fell in love with.
I dream beyond every bandwidth.
I take my time to really be sure.
I wanna do it without complications.
But I know,
I bore the hell outta you.
With my
Nagging that could turn ears blue.
But I
Promise that I love you baby,
You gotta see me in the light of the truth:
I want you to see me,
Like the door you can open;
I'm more than what's inside your home.
I want you to want me,
Like you used to everyday;
I'm that girl you wanted to make time for when you're alone.
Now, are you not alone?
Is that why
I'm the rug, fence and your furniture?
Sep 15, 2018
Sep 15, 2018 at 6:25 PM UTC
Oh how I love you,
Dear Unborn Baby,
I've been waiting
For you.
Holding you in my arms,
Is all I'm yearning,
For I've been waiting,
Since 22.
I can't wait
Any longer
To see
Which part of you
Resembles me.
I want you
To be better
In every way baby,
Better than me.
I've seen how
This world can be deceiving.
I want you to trust me,
When I hold you close.
I can't wait
For this world to see you.
When you're ready to take off,
Take my love with your wings.
Oh how I love you
Dear Unborn Baby,
I've been waiting
For you.
Holding you in my arms,
Is all I'm yearning,
For I've been waiting,
Since 22.
Sep 11, 2018
Sep 11, 2018 at 8:05 AM UTC
The days are filled with silence
I spend sunlight on finding answers
Waiting hours on end for night to fall
Hoping another day will carry chances
I used to sing my heart out
When I was left alone at home
Now I fear that someone might hear me
That someone is me, oh no
How did I go
From melody to nothing
Years of dreaming
To losing everything
How will I rise
From nothing to something
Years of learning
Have I forgotten to sing?
The nights are filled with demons
I spend moonlight on finding angels
Waiting hours on end for the morning
Hoping I'd wake up to a sequel
I've only lived half of what I can
I've only dreamed half of what I am
I've only sang half of what I understand
I only, only, only... just began...
How did I go
From melody to nothing
Years of dreaming
To losing everything
How will I rise
From nothing to something
Years of learning
Have I forgotten to sing?
Sep 11, 2018
Sep 11, 2018 at 8:01 AM UTC
Who said,
We must love more than once,
To know what love is?
Who said,
We must kiss more than one,
To know it is worth our heart?
Who said,
We have time to experiment,
To know if it'd grow into something better?
Who said,
We can dabble in variety,
To filter out what's best for us?
Who said,
Love isn't love if it's our first,
Or last - who really knows?
Who really knows,
If it's love,
If it's worth my heart,
If it deserves my short life,
If it's best for me,
If it's me first and last,
But me?
Aug 8, 2018
Aug 8, 2018 at 12:52 PM UTC
When we were kids,
We just couldn't rest.
We'd wake up early,
Coz each day was a fest.
The younger we were,
The less we slept.
We felt waking up was better,
There was much to test!
The more we learned,
The more we knew,
The more we heard,
That more became true.
The less we observed,
The less we grew,
The less we listened,
This less became true.
We learned to wait,
We learned about patience.
We designed ourselves to fit in,
Whilst we outwaited our creations.
We began to yearn for time,
We began to yearn for another chance.
We began to yearn for what we once had,
We began to blame it on finance.
We spent our first few years unafraid,
Didn't we know then that we were in an ocean?
We didn't stop to think of that, did we?
We just continued to join the waves in motion.
We didn't know fear,
Until we reached for something others couldn't.
We didn't know fear,
Until we yearned for something others didn't.
We didn't know fear,
Until we waited in hope, whilst others didn't.
We didn't know fear,
Until the rainbows we saw weren't our own.
Now time is running out,
We're in yet another decade.
We've been through hell and back,
But we've reached this age, still afraid.
We wake up everyday with reluctance,
We don't want to face our duties.
We muster it up and turn on auto-pilot,
We let ourselves become our own refugees.
We've forgotten how we awoke,
6am every Christmas morning,
Run downstairs to see Santa's gifts,
Our tummies all butterflicious, hearts warming.
We've forgotten how we felt excited,
To face each day with the unknown
Each year taught us to be less dependent,
Leading up to the writings on our headstone.
Isn't it time we were born again, everyday?
Just so we once again embrace what we don't know?
With something new to look forward to,
Would we not find this lost joy and our own rainbow?
Aug 3, 2018
Aug 3, 2018 at 7:41 AM UTC