Tag: comfort

VERSE | THE BRICK-FACED HOUSE

On By Mahvash K. M.In Joy, poetry, verse, womenwriters, writing4 Comments 
The morning glow touched its face
The brick-faced house in the street 
It stretched out in the morning rays 
Hide’n’seek with some it played 
Its favourite morning treat

In the bedroom facing the east 
I lay in sleep’s placid arms
The sun wore its morning beam 
As it shone into my dawn time dreams 
Oblivious of my late alarm 

The house shook out its paint and bricks
Its nooks and crannies too 
The mynah was already collecting twigs
To fix its nest, repair the rips
From last night’s stormy brew

The day wore on, the house filled up
With daytime smells and sounds
It shook and shimmered, belched and laughed
As it held us all in its matronly arms 
Safe in its blessed compound

Evening came and with it the skies
Turned a beautiful rosy pink 
T-41 too flushed with delight 
Its terracotta facade catching the light
As it watched the twilight sink

The resident crickets began to perform
Their night time symphony
The house sighed softly gathering its form
It seemed like tonight would bring another storm 
But inside its walls was warmth and sleep.

VERSE | HEALING

On By Mahvash K. M.In poetry, serenity, verse, womenwriters, writingLeave a comment 
She looks down at the empty page 
Something is on her mind 
A plot, a verse for better or worse 
For the rest, a pithy line 

But nothing stirs into rank and file 
For her to string together 
The words and phrases spin like crazy 
She just can’t find the tether 

“I looked at him in puzzlement…”
No today she couldn’t go there 
“She sat serene and beautiful
With a magnolia in her hair…”

She felt herself choke a little 
She couldn’t walk there either 
In sepia-toned dreams is where
She felt happiest seeing her 

A cup of tea, a pastry 
That sublime combination
Surely she could muster up 
Something for that occasion 

But her thoughts were far away 
They were looking at something else 
The woman poised upon her page 
Needed healing herself 

So they had set up a little storm 
In the space of her tearing mind 
Whirling, swirling round and round 
Until the pain was left behind 

Then to her blue-stung heart they went 
To gently numb the precious space
Odes to life’s ripple and swell 
Could wait for another day.

VERSE | IN THE ‘EAT OF THE NIGHT

On By Mahvash K. M.In food, Foot in the Mouth, poetry, verse, writing3 Comments 
This week I said that I’d be good 
I’d stay off carbs and meat 
I’d focus on healthful juices  
And on salads. What a treat!

I hope you read the sarcasm 
In the verse above this one 
Even then, didn’t mean to offend
Tomatoes, lettuce and onions 

But the intermittent fasting 
From midnight to noon next day 
Did me in, up to my chin 
Couldn’t keep the carbs at bay!

And so my resolutions of
A healthy body and mind 
They just choked, went up in smoke 
My force of will became unkind 

I ended up inviting in 
A thousand extra calories
But dang! I’m quite determined that
Tomorrow I’ll eat only sunflower seeds 

So if you feel like you’ve lost
The battle of the bulge
On good days, be resolute  
On bad ones, go on and munch. 

Let the heart guide you along 
The mind is like Cruella*
No one needs a conscience deep 
When the belly gods do yell-a!
* Cruella de Vil: a wicked character from Dodie Smith's 1956 novel “The Hundred and One Dalmatians”.