The Same Song - by Susheela Raman
How many roads have I wondered?
None, and each my own
Behind me the bridges have crumbled
No question of return
Autumn leaves like discarded dreams
trampled underneath a tide of careless feet
it’s the same song playing
everywhere I go
it’s like an army marching right through me.
Nowhere to go but the horizon
where, then, will I call my home?
Summer spent, in the high grass
or just fragments, ransacked memories
dark river snakes, across this murky hall
boatman sings his downstream melodies.
How many roads have I wondered?
None, and each my own
Behind me the bridges have crumbled
where, then, will I call my home?
Click here to listen
- Thanks very much Pratiksha for helping me tune in to this :-)
Wednesday 5 October 2011
Friday 30 September 2011
To my precious little!
Dear Mehuli,
I am your parent first, your friend second. I will stalk you, flip out on you, lecture you, drive you insane, be your worst nightmare and hunt you down like a bloodhound when needed because I LOVE YOU! When you understand that, I will know you are a responsible adult. You will NEVER find someone who loves, prays, cares and worries about you more than I do!
Cuddles,
Mamma.
I am your parent first, your friend second. I will stalk you, flip out on you, lecture you, drive you insane, be your worst nightmare and hunt you down like a bloodhound when needed because I LOVE YOU! When you understand that, I will know you are a responsible adult. You will NEVER find someone who loves, prays, cares and worries about you more than I do!
Cuddles,
Mamma.
Sunday 27 February 2011
Thursday 24 February 2011
Wow its 2011!
Time flies (even when you're not having fun) :)
Another year, another set of resolutions, another New Years gone by with fireworks, fun and frolic on the beach. Another rocky, tumultuous year ahead - but with its rewards (there is a light at the end of the tunnel, even though its ever so faint). Another year of enforced separation, battling with depression, worrying myself sick sometimes, trying to cope and keep my chin up always. Another year where there's never enough time, but I still want time to pass in the blink of an eye. I do blink sometimes, quite often really - when I'm trying to fight the hot tears that appear out of nowhere. Great expectations for the future, and bittersweet memories. Fast forward to 2012 and beyond; rewind to 2010, 2009, 2008... Live for the moment - isn't that what they say? But its another year of biding my time, treading water and trying my damnedest to stay afloat, another year of trying to be a good mother, a good wife, a good daughter and a good sister.
God give me strength.
Another year, another set of resolutions, another New Years gone by with fireworks, fun and frolic on the beach. Another rocky, tumultuous year ahead - but with its rewards (there is a light at the end of the tunnel, even though its ever so faint). Another year of enforced separation, battling with depression, worrying myself sick sometimes, trying to cope and keep my chin up always. Another year where there's never enough time, but I still want time to pass in the blink of an eye. I do blink sometimes, quite often really - when I'm trying to fight the hot tears that appear out of nowhere. Great expectations for the future, and bittersweet memories. Fast forward to 2012 and beyond; rewind to 2010, 2009, 2008... Live for the moment - isn't that what they say? But its another year of biding my time, treading water and trying my damnedest to stay afloat, another year of trying to be a good mother, a good wife, a good daughter and a good sister.
God give me strength.
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