Do this do that !

Wake up quick
Hunger calls
Stay with the milk
Lest it falls
Rest a bit ?
Not at all possible
Carry on drudgery
Be responsible
Tackle the laundry
Cook cook cook
Check undone work
In the school book
Go shop for home
Make the list first !!!
Don't pick the bread
With the moldy crust
Veggies are dead
Throw them out
The white laundry
Has a pink pout
Oh ! So what ?
Few errors are fine
Cram in more work
In the limited time
And remember
As you fly around
This advice
Is doubly sound
Lose your mind
wallow in doubt,
But at others
You must never shout
You must be gentle,
sweet and kind
Look like a treasure 
A rare find
House is spotless?
Cooking a dream?
U r going crazy...
But u must not scream
Carry on soldier
Battle daily life
Its coz of you
Love will survive.

Just let it be

I am a planner by nature. There is a mental ' to-do' list which keeps whirring at all times. I complete a job and mentally tick it off. There is an insane satisfaction in putting these ticks. I challenge myself to cram as much as I can into the same minute, as if someone will put me on a pedestal and award me with a medal. As the day draws close, I often count off all the things done just to feel good.

I am sure this can be pretty irritating to those who take life at a normal pace. I always wonder how a person can carry on by saying, " I will do it later" or " I forgot" or more simply, " I don't think I can do it " with complete nonchalance. I am in awe of such people mentally. If there is one thing that I want Santa to gift me is the ability to calm down and take things slow. I not only mess up my own peace but become a ten pincered mega crab for those who don't fall in step with my pace and plans.

I plan and re-plan, think and over-think at all times. Those who are suffering from this syndrome will know that this can be pretty painful. Out of place things becon me with open arms , screaming to be put back into place. Its a different story that I start screaming simultaneously at the offender!

So I  have decided to consciously take it slower from now on. Let me also try my hand at mental peace. So let the bed be unmade today, and let the butter knife remain in the dish. The "to -do" monster is struggling against its chains,  but I will not unleash it on my mind. So today I will just 'let it be' and see if that makes me feel fine.

Will update soon....

Poetry Woes

To rhyme or not ?
The words I jot.
Is the issue forever
In each endeavour.
Thoughts flit and fly
As the day goes by.
Like soft warm clay
With words I play.
Patting them to shape,
As they flow and drape.
The feelings entwined
With thoughts in my mind.
And every time 
That I pause to rhyme,
I wonder why ?
I even try ?
When I easily can
Simply write deadpan.
Yet as thoughts flow,
I benevolently bestow,
The perfectly matched,
No words detached,
Canvas of rhyme,
Almost every time.