Showing posts with label women. Show all posts
Showing posts with label women. Show all posts

Saturday, March 8, 2008

Yappy yappy!!! Women's day....


Oh dear Lord!!

You made me out of his ribs I heard,
Why? Were you as dormant as the man you had made before?
Did you not see that when we say we're tired,
we mean we're exhausted from doing work
be though it maybe housework.
But have you ever asked the man!! if he had brought clothes down ,
when it looked cloudy
You'd get only blunt, and clouded eye looks.



Next morning, if the shirt was missing,
'cos he had forgotten to bring the clothes inside out of the rain,
He blames the woman..
Did she bring the rain???
What were you doing up there??



When he asks for the cuppa every morning,
Do you forget the longing look in my eyes, each time I make the tea,
And i'm in faraway land, dreaming of a hand holding the cup of tea in front me??
I'm sure you'll say you forgot to add that small bit in his strong ribs.



Why did you let him think that he can think?
Oh God!!! each time I ask him to think of an answer to my problems,
He's in his own dreamworld, reading the newspaper...
oh yeah, nowadays he's found some new games to play on the psp too.
But the minute I relate an incident from my very tiring day,
He's out there, jumping and acting as if he's THE GURU!!
Did I ask him to solve it, ??



Why is it that the news should be read by him early morning,
When i'm the one who's answering all the General Knowledge questions posed by our kids?
What is it in the cereals, that makes him cringe, and always craves for the idlis and chutneys..
But when I long for that one oily vada, he says its not good for health



When I ask him , if I look fat, all I want him is to say yes!!
At least i'll have an excuse to go and huff and puff in the gym.
All you do is make him say " No , you look perfectly fine to me!! "
Now look what i've become...one fat store, nothing left for free :(
But why is it that when I say
he looks perfectly fine in his 'similar as yesterday's' blue striped shirt,
He changes a hundred shirts and then still thinks its not good enough?



Have you ever thought of the bridges you've tried building between us.
Those ones, that have to reach across
It fell short, of Lord!
Cos he had stepped out for his cigarette
and had forgotten to wait
His friends came along and made me smile,
knowing full well, that once they reached home they needed,
to have their bearings right with their own wives.



Oh My!! Did I tell you he needs to always unwind after a hard days job
Ever thought of what my house would be if I did the same.
Who would feed the hungry small stomachs
who always want the exotic, when their fathers are around
And if I say no!! I'm made to look like an extinct pig!



Why do my kids always want me to handle their homework,
their stomachs and their unfriendly classmates,
BUt when their father comes home, it is he who gets the
biggest shout, and the hugs and smothering kissess...
I'm not complaining, dear Lord!

Cos I know,

The minute, my foot is out of my door,
I get the call asking for the lost wallet,
or even where the kids milk is kept.
Yes!! I know that the calls are made to find the sugar which is right in front of the cabinet.
My little one calls to ask me if he can eat wafers before lunch
and the older always remember to call and tell me he's hopping over to his friends'



Even if the man takes his much needed break on the Sunday, Dear Lord!!
I still know, that you made my brains so wired, that if I were to rest that day
I'd feel as if i've lost out on one whole day of missed hugs, wet kisses
Crayons on carpets, and milk in the floor halls.
I'd long for the missed calls and also never want to read the paper
if it means...all I get and ever want is that one
Big grin and that one gleam in those eyes!!

I'm so lucky oh Lord!!

I'm so happy you made me a WOMAN!!



To all the women out here who drop in here and to all the men too, who make us feel special and also value our existence out here.
HAPPY WOMENS DAY!

HERE'S MY SPECIAL DEDICATION TO ALL OF YOU :)



Monday, February 25, 2008

It cuts like a knife - give me a second chance!



Papers folded, screens shut down
fingers splayed on tired eyes!
Am I tired or am I excited?
My eyes look beyond!
I’m going home to see you smile


Crowded trains, mucky platforms
Sweaty odors, nudging past!
An air of joy
For me to behold,
I’m going home to see you smile

Keys pushed into the slot
Door swings ajar,
Anticipation brushes past the knob
The lights are on,
I’ve come home to see you smile

Worries left behind,
Meals to be had on time,
Aching to hear your voice
Leaving my pains with time!
I’ve come home to see you smile

You hear my footsteps
Turn around to acknowledge
Nod your head and turn back to time
Click on the keys to watch the characters’scene
I’m waiting to see you smile

Silence! You say,
Can’t talk for a while,
Am I an intruder to keep me aside
I ache to hear your voice
But do you want to see me and smile?

They say ‘Silence speaks louder than words’
Am I not hearing those voices,
Or have I gone horribly wrong?
Give me one more chance
I just want to see your eyes smile.










Yes, she always will remember that!!! He had said it it was her perspective...but was it really?


Writer's island had its prompt as "second chance" and this sounded a good time to post this

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

Changing past patterns!!




The clocked ticked on and on. However much she looked it refused to change its mind. It went ahead and tick tocked…

She woke up with a start and looked at the clock yet again…hoping that it was lying. It showed 4.30 AM, and she knew she had to wake up. But there was something not so right. The space beside her stared like a lonely bird out on the tree. She thought she was in a dream…it couldn’t be. He was always back by this time.

She tried her best to trample on her suffocating thoughts, that were drowning her sanity. He had always come in late, but had slowly slipped into the soft, sun dried sheets, and spread his warmth . So today she knew that she should be scared.

She thought back to the times, when she was young….darkness , had haunted her. She had always wanted to hear the voice of an adult- her mother, before she closed her eyes.
She wanted that memory to last. But then she had moved on, in life and in age. Now she was the adult, but her heart still reached out to her childhood wants. She had wanted to say ‘Goodnight!’ before she snuggled under her blankets.

Times changed! Her heart stayed in the same track, but her life went ahead. She was happy when she married, now she needn’t be afraid. There would be a strong arm next to her, keeping her smile on, even after she said her goodnights. Early nights blended into dawns…but her mind still wanted. Her life had changed and so had her strength.

She looked at the blank space next to her, and got out of bed. Her fingers went out and dialed his number.. her sleep laden eyes, didn’t have to see what her hands were doing. She had gone through this action so many times, that it was so natural for her. She dialed yet again, only to hear the constant ringing of the phone. Her mind swirled with generous thoughts. She tried yet again, this time a sleepy voice answered…

“Where are you? Why aren’t you home yet?” she nearly tripped on her tongue.

His answer sent her into a fury, but she chose to be silent, as silent as her home. She hated confrontations.

She started on her chores, tears threatening to fall, but her resolve holding them back. She heard a beep beep, her phone said it had received a message.
She read it through and sighed
“Pea brain, when do you need the car to be sent. The driver will come there by 6.00 AM get the kids ready by then.”

She sighed yet again….how times had changed from her being called “the brain” to being called “pea brain”






In response to Writer's island prompt