Day breaks and I’m asleep
But I can tell it’s dawn again
The light touches my retina
Through the barrier of my skin
It gently feels its way around
The darkness behind my shuttered lids
Then it sits itself down
Waiting for me to let it in
To start its morning ritual of
Dancing with my rods and cones
The caper sometimes morphs into
A red hot duel that is fought
Electro-impulsively in my brain
Where the battleground is wrought
Or we break into a marathon run
Away, away from every one
Flowing with the adrenaline
Out of the arteries, into the veins
I lead it where it needs to go
Some days we waltz, and on some
We antelope it out the door
Day breaks, I open my eyes to see
I’m wafting, floating into infinity
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He says they’re a bunch
Of thieves and thugs
Who have looted the nation
Of its tea and its mugs
They took the dregs of the Earl grey too!
Those boot-polishing, lily-livered brutes!
They say he’s a nut job with lunatic illusions
Of grandeur and psuedo-pious,
He’s not a statesman, he’s an unbridled curse!
Our friends across the pond agree that’s what he is
This has-been sportsman with his peerni* and tawiz*!
The citizens bewildered and confused
Are wondering with whom they should side
The saga plays out again, sly and crude
Where the nation is taken for a frenzied ride
The horse has long since become a lame ass
Feeding on national common sense with a side of grass
The Paya* and Diesel Management says a lot
The Dharna* Skipper flourishes his “Absolutely Not”!
The repartee continues in savage tones
We watch from the relative safety of our homes
Then the power goes out and all is dark
The slate is wiped clean, we are back at the start
* Peerni: A Muslim holy woman
* Tawiz: An amulet worn for good luck and protection
* Paya: A specialty dish in the subcontinent, the main ingredients are trotters cooked in various spices
* Dharna: A peaceful demonstration
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”.
There was once a dust bunny
She lived on top of the fridge
She’d been there for many years
Sitting just upon the edge
Sometimes when a little breeze
Blew in with nimble steps
Dusty would fluff herself up -
Old hair, lint and spider webs
She’d roll around her fridge-top home
Shining just a little bit
With static electricity
That was her super power you see
That tiny bit of spark
That kept her different parts together
She sometimes glowed in the dark!
One day the lady of the house
Turned on the light switch
With a cleaning cloth in hand
She dusted down the fridge
Little Dusty scampered away
As she was chased around
By the giant hand that bore
A cloth of green and brown
She was so very afraid
She fainted for a while
And when she woke up again
She was in for a surprise!
Little Dusty, now could see
The whole room from up high
The tiny ball of fuzz had grown
To twice her normal size!
Dusty laughed and jumped and skipped
And off the fridge she rolled
She could run where she wanted
The whole house was now her home.
I Laugh Out Loud as I hear him tell the joke
Of the 12 inch pianist who was quite the coincidental bloke
She Twittered delightedly out loud and on her phone
We were out and about, having coffee and conversation
About Freedom of Religion and Marijuana regulation
Facebook also heard it all through her joyful proclamation
The waiter brought our food in style, ‘here you are madam!’
He and I had pizza, she had salad with J. Statham*,
(The pleasure of his photo presence she could only fathom!)
But Instagram was hit with #handsomeboy and #foodgasm
We were done with lunch now, chatting over cherry flan
When there was a bustle and in walked Fawad Khan*
Of course she put the video on Snapchat for all her fans
Three hours later, satiated, our day updated digitally
While saying goodbye, he tripped outside and fell on the concrete
TikTok later showed us all how hilarious tragedy can be.
And there you have it, dear friends and frenemies
Our lives on a platter for all the world to see
A Schizo-polar history for our bedevilled progeny.
* Jason Statham: An English actor and producer. Typecast as an antihero, he is known for action-thriller films and portraying tough, irredeemable, and machiavellian characters.
* Fawad Khan: a popular Pakistani drama and film star.
I’m an accidental wordsmith
I solder little things
Nouns and verbs and adjectives
Some calming, some with a sting
Some say they like my poetry
When words I synchronise
Like Paler than a Tundra Jailer
Eyes Turquoise like Southern Skies
Others they are fonder of
The short stories that I weave
Of everyday folks, who beat all the odds
Tales of strength and tales of grief
Still others declare, that they swear
By my pithy, four line squiggles
Proverbs with a caustic twist
Metaphors to make you giggle
There are also those that have held on
To their childhood innocence
My fairy tales and creature lore
Are their thimbles full of gin
So I carry on being a wordsmith
Hugging hearts and moving minds
With truth and grit, drollery and bliss
Sharing a few moments out of time.
Written amidst the mind-numbing perils of never ending curfew lockdowns. Read at your own mental risk 🤓
Tak taka tak - Tak Tak
Kaun hai bhai bata ab tak
CHAI NA girana babu
Bari tarpay tarpay tarpay
Meri leg not so halkay halkay
Knock knockity! Knock Knock
Who’s there, before I click back the lock
ZE BRA in France is black or white
Practical and just hugging one right
And if you feel the added zeal
Add some colour, like lilac and teal.
Tap ti tap tap - Tap Tap
Who is it? That was a fine rap
LIZ ‘EARD you call her “mighty stout”
You really put your foot in your mouth!
She may be big but she’s got style
She’ll make you eat your words for a mile
Ding da ding ding- Ding Dong
Who is it? Come sing us a song
RHINO! O-O! O…OOOO!
Mr. RAI, NO we will not do this
Mrs Rai yes it’s all the craze
Rainbow coloured hair for you
And I will go for baby blue
Clap de clap clap - Clap Clap
Who goes there? Who gives my door a thwack?
‘Tis me MAYNA!
MAY NA bhoolonga
MAIN NA bhoolongi
My nemesis is bharta de cauliflower
And mine is garbanzo beans!
Open the door for salvation
Open the door for your soul
Who … who’s there?
‘Tis me your moral sense,
Call me your conscience
No punning, rhyming words here
No weighty equations.
Just you and me and clarity
That’s been lost too long at sea
I’m deaf! I’m deaf! I can’t hear you
Ps. I’ve not seen any clarinet either! (Hehe!)
So the door stays closed, barred and locked
Not opening any windows neither!
Go elsewhere, go where you can be heard
The (h)earless are quite rampant here
Don’t come knockity knocking upon my door
Amd I’ll pretend as if you were never here - dear!
Conscience! Right! Where’s the pun in that!
A satirical take on some of the fairy tales we’ve grown up with. Can you guess each of the four Scary Tales? 🤓
You know I kind of hate you
With your magic and your spells
Always trying to help folks
Always being so swell
My father’s on his own trip
Marrying yet again
I wanted all his attention
Now of my existence you’re the bane
So I’m going to show you up as
The evil step mom in the wings
Going to booze and then I’ll snooze
And await my Prince Charming
I’ll do you better with my step fam
A mother and her progeny!
I curse the day I met them
The entire simpering family!
I’m irked by their sweet faces
These step sisters of mine
Always minding their Ps and Qs,
Dimpling their saccharine smiles.
I’ll raise a big fake scandal
Of their meanness and their pride
Pater will have no choice
But to have them thrown outside.
I’m a bit of a peculiar one
I loved my solitude
Until father brought in New Mom
My lonesomeness to loot
Always laughing, always nice
So gleeful and alive
I’d been cringing night and day
At her effusive vibe
So I plotted insidiously and
By and by got myself out
I now have my own tower
For my tresses and my gout.
You’ve all taken so long to weave
Yourselves into this rhyme
We got rid of our step mom
One bread crumb at a time.
She insisted on healthy food
And also bushels of love
Ugh! No! We wanted none of that
So we arranged for witchy stuff
Old Dame Crone opened her home
To us to live with her
Ice cream and pizza off the doors
In bed, Twix and Ferrero Rocher!
The old wives tales of mean step moms
Are a riot and a half
But we are not complaining; No!
We’re having the last laugh
Princesses and Cinder-gals
We’ve all got our own quirks
And truth be told, we oft unfold
Into audacious jerks
These scary tales are the flip side
Of the happy ever after
Sometimes the cackle that you hear
Is our malificent laughter.
A random (cheeky!) ramble about all the “Saas – Bahu*” relationships out there. Attempting to encapsulate the thinking of both, the usually entitled South Asian mother-in-law and the mostly afflicted SA daughter-in-law.
* Saas Bahu: mother-in-law and daughter-in-law
It was the weekend finally
We were going out on the town
We each had our agendas you see
Both, earnest and profound
My friend, she got dressed to kill
There was no other way
I put on my tinted chapstick
Fixed my hair around my face
She was going to Dolmen mall
To see and to be seen
Popping mouth, bouffant teased out
Skin whitened with sun screen
I was going to walk and walk
Get in my daily step count
And then to sit at the cafe
Watch the flowing, madding crowd
The two pursuits although at odds
Gave neither of us cause
To sigh in consternation and put
Either mission on pause
We roamed around the mall, my watch
clocking my exertion
She flitted from store to store
Appreciating her reflection
She tried on half a dozen shirts
I tried on two or three
We emerged victorious
Light of wallet, full of glee.
Then we finally set down
Our retail therapy loads
At the strategic little cafe
To eat and people-watch.
A pretty boy was walking by
She willed him to look at her
They exchanged a longish glance
She blushed, her heart a-flutter
She fiddled delicately with her food
While checking out the scene
I demolished what was on my plate
Crumbed chicken and salad greens
At ten I eyed my watch and grinned
18k steps, I felt like a champion
She looked at her new clothes and smiled
Both our greater purposes were done.
Rap this if you’re feeling especially bold and rhythmical today 👩🎤🎶🎤
‘Did you hear the news today?’
A friend asked avidly
Like a magician about to pull
A rabbit from his brolly
Scratch that, it’s actually a hat
Poetic license at play
But let me get back to the topic at hand:
What he was about to say
I looked at him expectantly
My facial muscles tense
I had to look the part you see:
Eyes wide in burning suspense
He was about to share the stuff
Of top notch gossip rags
My left eye twitched; I wish he’d just let
The Infernal cat out of the bag
It’s not that I’m averse to all
The spice of life a-brewing
Some days .. well, actually most
I’m just happier not knowing.
‘Did You know’ he finally said
‘That we’re all figmental beings
Of someone’s mad imaginings
The Covid and even us yuman beans’
I looked at him, blinked in surprise
Then laughed a merry laugh
At least it wasn’t about the politico
Who looked startlingly like a giraffe.
‘That thought has passed my mind’
I said, conversationally
‘Lattice Quantum Chromodynamics
And the matrix anomalies’
News that wasn’t “news” deserved
obscurely fab theories
Fuzzy heads and tails and all
I thought, to keep it company.
He looked at me with great disdain
‘What’s your frickin’ deal?
Just call it what it really is
We’re hamsters in a wheel!’
‘We’re hamsters in a wheel!’ I sang
‘We’re chasing our own tails
Creating our little purgatories
We’re chasing our own tales!’
And so I heard the news that day
And it had made me grin
The universe too doesn’t mind a few
Light jabs every now and then.