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.

A dozen roses

A dozen roses,  for the years gone by
Each for the lasting fragrance in our lives
One for the arm which holds me tight
Fondly, each time on a tired night
One for the knowing look in those eyes
Two for the superb two little guys
One for the comfy home with you
Ok ,one for our fantastic cars too!
And one for the lovely time we spend
Vacationing together at lands end.
One for the grocery shopping each month
For bearing the load without a grunt
One for those sudden food cravings
Truffle cake with chocolate shavings !
One for hearing me prattle the day's alls
One for the 'whats for dinner?' calls
And one,my dear man,finally
For simply letting me be me

Missing Prajna

On such days which just wont die,
When they linger on , I wonder why
Do I suffer it all alone, when I should
Be having you by my side. I could
Be holding that right hand tight
And walking down the roads in delight.
Or I could be cradling the phone so long
trying to recall that one stubborn song
Stuck in your head and also in mine
While we watched that movie online.
Or maybe pour  all my troubles out
About silly people whom I could do without
Or share with you the  ache and pain
Which has started in my knees again
Oh why does this day linger on and on
Making me so pensive and forlorn
How I wish and pray that I can one day
Get back my friend whom I miss today
To nod my grey head and shake  my wrinkled hand
To endless chatter that only you would understand.

Your Name

Somedays sometimes in a pensive mood
When I weigh all things bad and good,
I fall silent at your name
Wondering if you think the same.
Don't know where to pin you down
Days u made me smile and frown
Go  so far back in memory lane
Yet, to this day I find you hard to explain
Are you good or are you bad for me
I close my eyes yet fail to see.
So I linger a lil longer on the name
Wishing that you would do the same.

- Piyu

A date with myself.

I am having a cup of coffee. In a busy mall. Just by myself. There are a thousand things to do. A thousand deadlines to meet. Yet,  I find myself within this bubble of suspended time,  with a cup of coffee.
Gregarious and socially overactive by nature,  I am rarely alone. I cannot recall many instances where I have been just by myself.
Mind you, I am just alone today, not lonely. Thoughts and feelings encompass me as I sit with my coffee. I wonder if many people would simply sit idle like I am right now and enjoy the company of their thoughts. And more importantly,  will society allow and accept it ?
The three men sitting by my side are casting furtive glances. Maybe wondering why a lady is sitting alone in a café. ..
The lady walking by holds her kid and husband closer as if to assert that she is more secure in her love...
Young girls giggle by as they whisper secretively into each others ears...
Are they as aware of me as I am of them ? Maybe,  maybe not. Yet I can feel the scornful pity as they find me alone with my cup of coffee.
But, I  want to shout out, let them know that I am completely happy and thoroughly at peace as I sit alone.  I am not alone...I am with Myself.