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 May 2014 Harkaran
betterdays
slip,
silently into,
the water now,
with quiet ophelian grace
break ,
the tension
lying,
crying,
within mirrored surface
and breathe
the new world in
rinse,
repeat,
move forward.
leave the lost thoughts behind,
to scatter like
cherry blossom petals,
shed
from a dying mind.
watch
the ripple spread
concentric in it's flow
feel
the water's
silk, smooth, pleasance.
luxuriate,
in its embrace
rinse,
repeat
and flow.
grateful
for the calmitude
rinse,
repeat,
and know.
50 laps at the local pool.
 May 2014 Harkaran
Hayleigh
<3
 May 2014 Harkaran
Hayleigh
<3
And though the sands of time sift between us,
your grasp it tightens,
There's no need to be frightened.
 May 2014 Harkaran
Meenu Syriac
As the stars resume their place in the night sky,
And as the warm breeze of a small town spring take its course.
As birds of the night come out and sing their song
And as the quietness of the evening takes us along,
I will sit with you here under the moonlight.
We'll listen to the music of our hearts,
Let our minds entwine and surrender.
Maybe see our dreams play its role,
Maybe tonight,
We'll stare into each other's soul.
 May 2014 Harkaran
Judypatooote
Growing up way back
when life was simple.
There were wringer wash machines.
On Monday morning I remember my mom
fill the wash machine with hot water.
Add soap powder, but watch or it will clump.
Then she added fels naptha soap
Which was a bar, and you sliced off
pieces for the extra ***** clothes.

SIMPLE?

Now she added the clothes
While they are agitating
You wait...
You have a second tub filled with hot water.
to transfer those clothes into, for rinsing.
You always used the same water over.
You started with white clothes,
then eventually by the time the
dark clothes  came around
the water looked pretty gross..

SIMPLE?

After rinsing you use that magical wringer.
Which is two rollers that sqeeze all the water out.
Time...it all takes time..
Then into the wash basket.

Laundry back when life was simple...

By then your basket if full of wet heavy clothes.
Out to the clothes line.
But first you had to run a dry cloth to wipe
the dirt off the clothes line.
Hanging up all that laundry
with those cute wooden clothes pins.
Not even clip ones were invented back then.
But the bag which held all the clothes pins
was real cute, it looked like a dress...

SIMPLE?

Socks, ******, shirts, slacks, towels,
oh those heavy towels
and my favorite the sheets.
Time, it takes time to dry those clothes.

Laundry back when life was simple.

Back then everything was ironed.
Starched and there was no spray starch,
or steam iron.
Mom would dip the collars of the shirts
into a bowl of starch,
and roll it up,
it was ready to be ironed.

Laundry back when life was simple...
How can that be a simple time.
I watched my mom and grandma
do this every Monday.
Starting early and it would be evening
when she would finally have
the clothes folded and put away...
The next day was for ironing.

~~~
SIMPLE?
We have the simple life
for now we can throw in a load, have it washed,
thrown in the dryer, and hung up
in a couple of hours.
Taking a coffee break in between
the washing and drying...

by ~ judy
Do our kids know how easy they have it...this was not
my experience, but I watched my mom and grandma
do this every week...never giving it a second thought.
God Bless you moms and grandmas whose work
was never done....
 May 2014 Harkaran
amrutha
Numb
 May 2014 Harkaran
amrutha
I held you tight for too long
And now, you are numb to my touch.
 May 2014 Harkaran
amrutha
Drown yourself in the sound of music
Feel your heartbeat slow down
Hear that faint sound of the mess that you were in
Let it all go, lover
Feel swept off your feet this moment.

Lose yourself in the ocean of silence
Let your eyes do all the talking
Creativity takes infinite courage
To forsake the voices of environment
Let it all go, dreamer
Feel free to shed behind your fears.

Discover yourself wandering in the forest of the unknown
Let the music heal your wounds
Keep walking till something makes you stop
**** out of it the pleasure
Let it all go, discoverer
Feel the music running beneath your skin.
 May 2014 Harkaran
Meenu Syriac
Caged in glass,
*Can you see thru to the other side?

Wake up, love, the sun shines
Let your dreamy eyes' gaze align.
Could you hear her scream at night?
Wretched Pandora gives no peace of mind.
But dont you cry, love, because after the rain
Comes the rainbow, no more fright.
You hang in there, beautiful
And I'll come before the sun kisses the ground.
I'll make my way into your fortress
And steal you away at night.
Pandora awakens,
But no spell of hers can keep us apart.
Don't you cry, love
This knight will not falter.
There's no wall too high,
Nor a sword too sharp.
No dream too impossible,
Or battles unbeatable.
Hang in there, love,
I'll be there,
*Before the sun kisses the ground.
Yes, very fairytale-ish. ;)
 May 2014 Harkaran
Veena Aneev
Water
 May 2014 Harkaran
Veena Aneev
Like a camel, we persist and endure
Underneath the blazing desert sun
Seeking our oasis in the distance
A noteworthy medicine
Finer than caffeine and alcohol
The purest form of life
 May 2014 Harkaran
betterdays
taken back today,
to a time of ignorant simplicity,
of sunday afternoon's fluid routine.
the venue might change,
but not often the steps;
an early bath to wash one's hair.
a take out feast of chinese for tea,
followed by chocolate icecream, in a bowl
in front of the old boxy tv.

we three, two big brothers and me.
lined up acording to age. waiting,
for walt disney and his wonderful world,
to take the tv's stage,
we would watch the play unfold.
enraptured one and all.

for mother dear,
a hour's peace,
mostly, but not always,
free and clear,
of squabbling brawls.

if we had been good,
we often times could,
cadge some extra time.
to see the bannana splits, have their funny fits
and laugh at the weird cartoon bits.

then time to brush those teeth,
and into bed to read,
quietly, for an hour.
a goodnight kiss,
and tucked in tight.
to sleep away,
the dreamless night
we have begun this tradition anew, with Tod our son, we watch all three of us (and sometimes N
anna)"the little prince" and then dinner and bed....
it is a simple thing but there is much communion and joy in it.
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