Dependence Bugs

Emotional Dependence...
On Politics
On Sports
On Friends
On Foes
On Family
On Fate

Is a bug. The virus should be removed as soon as possible, otherwise there is a strong possibility of your hard disk crashing.

I Wish...I Could

Standard line, since History
And definitely Shaped my Story
I wish ... I could
And I wish I would...

I wish I Could
Hold your hand Dear Child
And tell you how much I do love you

And Trust You,

And still, be able to step back

And let you take
Your wobbly baby steps...
Your springy toddler steps...
Your cocky childhood steps
Your argumentative Teenage Steps
Your confident Youth Steps
Your assured Adulthood Steps
And have the courage to
Let you, take those steps
One by one, On your own
For you have a long way to go
And I can only go so far, and so much with you
I wish you have the courage
The fearlessness, the assurance
Of knowing that there is a parent
Right behind you
Who will watch, and not butt in
Till you really need me to.
Not Want, but need me ..


I wish I Could..
Tell you!!
I wish I could Tell you...
Dear Husband mine, To have patience,
With your child... and to let her be...
She is growing....as you did someday
And try to Understand...Not just her ...
But me....for what I want for her,
Is an Ability...to care, to bear, and ...
To be able to be....
As all us women would like to be...
An Individual..Not a Daughter,

Nor a Sister, Nor A Wife...
And finally, Not Just a Mother...But She...
And to have faith in your wife,
For she is not a superhuman,
As she tries to make out to be.


I Wish I Could
Tell you Dad,
That inspite of my being
Bossy and argumentative,
And Mad at you
Most of the times...
I did and do love you.
I know you knew,
but I wish I could tell you,
One more time.

I wish I could tell you
Mother Dear,
That I have grown
And am finally an adult...
But to you, I know,

I will always be...
The baby that I once was.
And you still see me...
As I was.
Even though I am now a wife
And a mother...
And I hope, Me.
And if at times I don't listen
Is not because I do not wish to
But because I cannot .
For your vision,
Can not be mine...
Forever.
I know, that I am you,
More ways than one...
But Ma, at times, just let me be. :)

I wish I could tell you ,
Dear Friend of Mine,
That you mean a lot to me,
But , even if I wish, I couldn't
For it is too difficult, to open out...
And speak from my heart again.
Years of wear and tear
Have taken their toll, and
Ennui has set in...

We may go different ways,

For we have chosen differently.
But thank You Dear Friend,
For being there...
And in small deeds, showing
That you do care.
Thank You for Understanding
Thank you for looking beyond my looks
And trying to see the person I am...
And also hope to be.
And thank you for Believing
In me.

But ...I don't

I wish I could

I wish I would.

Writer's Block

Where all writers become a block of inanimate objects.
Which include a statue, a pen, a chair, a phone, a table lamp. And more of the above.

Which I am facing right now. A big block of wood seems to have descended on my head. No thoughts come in. Vacuum...void....black hole.

Purging seems to be happening.

Hopefully, the suction pump will complete its job and leave the mind clear of all jargon and junk.

Let newer thoughts filter in then.

Onions, Garlic and Ginger

Some of my friends are like Onions...to get to their heart, I have to keep peeling off layers, and shedding copious tears in the process.

Some of my friends are like Garlic....individual, aromatic pods. Have to be taken separately.Preferably one at a time and they do quite well in brine.

Some of my friends are like Ginger...pungent, astringent... and excellent, both salted and sugar candied, and also pickled.

Youth knocks again

At my doorstep.
Ok, now the people who do know me, give me a break. I haven't any plans to hit doddering heaven for quite some time. Though one look at me, and I know, I know, you all burst out laughing. Youth and me ????

Hello, I wasn't talking about Youth, But, THE YOUTH. the one who knocked ... on my door. And all I did was, peeped through the peep-hole, and decided not to open the door. This youth.. was the burst of SUMMER...too hot, too humid, too dusty and too irritating to even bother about. Too much energy for my poor old bones to handle. He gives me a rash!!

I could do with the winter again. Discontent soul that I am!

I crib in the summer,
I crib in the rain,
I crib in the autumn,
till it is winter again!!!

But Summer, It just drains me. I feel like a Dishcloth, limp and lifeless, lying around.... .

Summer fills me with longing....deep, in the bone longing for the cool night (?) and the moonlight. Where I can still weave some gossamer dreams perhaps! And knit a thousand thoughts around.... knit, twirl...knit, twirl.... .