The Distant Music That Plays

It's that
lone
wisp of music
that keeps my ears
strained.
Sometimes,
the wind brings
it to me;
sometimes
my sons' smiles.

It's the kind of music
that keeps your heart
restless,
never getting enough.
Like a first-time lover.

It's the kind of music
that keeps your spirit
vigilant,
waiting to soak up it's beauty.
Like an Impressionist painting.

It's the kind of music
that keeps your soul
wandering,
searching for the perfect rhythm,
rhyme
and partner.
Like a lost sheep.

It's that kind of music
that keeps you
awake,
desperate to catch,
hold
and claim for your own.
Like the Siren singing at sea.
Like a childhood memory.
Like a first kiss,
a good kiss.

It's that
lone
strain of music
that haunts me,
calls me,
taunts me.

I sleepwalk my life away
as the Piper plays
and I follow.

Maybe I'll wake up
someday,
when I hear the full song.

But for now,
it's that
lone
strain of music
that sings to me
like a desert warbler,
pining for her love
in the scorching heat;

like a nun
at prayer,
yearning to see God;

like me
in waiting,
waiting to blossom to life,
to love.

I Don't Understand

How?

How come
it's so easy for you to
ask for my heart
only to kick me in my empty chest
without looking up even once
at a face streaming with tears,
it can flood your very existence...
at a pain so visible,
it can sear right through you...
at a love so open,
so all-encompassing,
one can't help but melt in return.

Don't bother looking now.

My eyes are vacant.
And there are maggots
where the heart
used to be.

Question and Answer Time : A Tag

I have a load of tags lined up and if I don't get to them soon, then I'll be writing tags for the rest of my life! So, here's your very own M4, shaking off some of her laziness and tackling Mystic Margarita's tag. Thank you MM, for choosing me! I hope you likee-likee...

The rules for the tag are:RULE #1 People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs and replace any question that they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves.
RULE #2 Tag 6 people to do this quiz and those who are tagged cannot refuse. These people must state who they were tagged by and cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by continue this game by sending it to other people.

1. If your lover betrayed you, what will your reaction be?
Sobs, self-imposed exile and self-pity.

2. If you can have a dream come true, what would it be?
To become a world famous, respected Odissi dancer.

3. Whose butt would you like to kick?
Too many to list...mostly politicians!

4. What would you do with a billion dollars?
Charity and investments. And a world tour!

5. Will you fall in love with your best friend?
I didn't, but I would strongly urge my children to.

6. Which is more blessed: loving someone or being loved by someone?
Loving someone all the time...it's not as easy as it sounds.

7. How long do you intend to wait for someone you love?
Till my heart stops beating for him.

8. If the person you secretly like is attached, what will you do?
Write poetry.

9. If you could root for one social cause, what would it be?
Making this world a greener, safer and friendlier place.

10. What takes you down the fastest?
MCP attitudes. Arrogance.

11. Where do you see yourself in 10 years time?
Locked up in my boys' room and making them do thier homework.

12. What’s your fear?
Dying young, alone, unloved and unremembered.

13. What kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is?
Brilliant writer, brimming over with passion and honesty. Someone I would like to call a friend for life.

14. Would you rather be single and rich or married and poor?
But married and rich is so much better!

15. What’s the first thing you do wen you wake up?
Curse the alarm clock.

16. If you fall in love with two people simultaneously who will you pick?
The person who loves me back.

17. Would you give all in a relationship?
But naturally.

18. Would you forgive and forget someone no matter how horrible a thing he has done?
Forgive...depends on the nature of the crime. Forget...never, because I can't. I seem to have an in-built horrible-things-storage-unit in my brain.

19. Do you prefer being single or in a relationship?
A relationship...but I confess, I don't mind being alone, but I hate being lonely.

20. List of 6 people to tag:
Dr. Preeti Sharma
Dipali
CoaRWS
Itchingtowrite
Pseudo Intellectual
The Mad Momma

Sunday Schooling and Snoozing

Scenario 1: The EO and the Nephew have just finished watching an episode (or rather, half an episode) of Power Rangers : Jungle Fury. Thoroughly inspired, the EO put on his Black Power Ranger suit and the Nephew suited himslf up in the uniform of a medivial knight. As always, they turned to me to fill in for the missing characters. I yelled out, "Watch out! The Dai-Chi is coming! Help us! Save us! Please!" Immediately the EO stopped and shook his head. "No Mamma. It's Dai-Shi, not Dai-Chi. And he's in Jungle Fury. This is Operation Overdrive", pointing to the logo on his chest. Sigh! And I was so smug in my knowledge of Ben 10 and his alien alter-egos. I was proud of the fact that I could differentiate between a Decepticon and an Autobot, and also confidently name who batted for which team. Seems like I still have a lot to learn!

Scenario 2: The YO still has a stuffed nose and is very cranky. The MIM was trying to get him into a better mood as I went in for a wuick shower and shampoo. I heard the MIM playing our song for the YO, the beautiful Love Theme from 'Mask of Zorro', and an instrumantal version of the theme song from 'The Godfather'. Two of my eternal favourites..."I want to spend my lifetime loving you" and "Speak softly love". The MIM played them over and over again for our red-nosed little one. Then he statrted knocking on the bathroom door asking me to take a peek. I do. And what do I see? The YO, fast asleep, soring softly and gently as the sweet music played near his head. It was a perfect, beautiful sight. And thrilling to boot! I rejoiced seeing my son fall peacefully and happily asleep to the soft strains of music...a character trait inherited from me, no doubt! I love falling asleep listening to music. The MIM...not so much. As for the YO, well, he's a boy after my own heart. From my own heart!

Au Revoir, Paul Newman

Paul Newman passed away last night. He was battling cancer. Cancer won, but he put up one heckuva fight.

Mr. Newman was probably the only man I would have willingly gone grey for. If anybody came to me with an ageing potion and said "Swig this and snatch any man of your choice from your grandma's generation" I would have happily and quickly done so. For him. For ol' blue eyes. For the most loyal Hollywood husband. For the nicest, most charitable and philanthrophic man in America...nay, the world! For Paul Newman.

Goodbye Mr. Newman. Thank you for the movies. And for being the exception to most Hollywood rules. Thank you for being you.

And now, excuse me as I start my search for "Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid" as my heart sings a sad song and sighs a tear or two or hundred.

Of Boot Polishing, Maska Maroing and Ass Licking

Pakistani President, Asif Ali Zardari told Republican VP nominee Sarah Palin that she is gorgeous and if the photographers insisted, he wouldn't mind hugging her. That was supposed to be a 'witty' comment.

Umm, someone refresh my memory, but didn't the guy just lose his wife to a bullet a little less than a year ago? A once-upon-a-time Prime Minister of our neighbouring country? Yeah, I thought so.

Elsewhere, not too far away, our venerable PM, Dr. Manmohan Singh, decided to do a little shoe-shining of his own. He sincerely assured the President of the USA, a Mr. George Bush, that we all 'deeply love' him! Really? I don't recall declaring my undying love for the President of Bloopers and Howlers Inc. Did any of you guys send him a Hallmark card, by any chance?

So these two representives of the Indian subcontinent had me appalled and disappointed at the same time.

I am still shaking my head in disbelief!

The Many Corners of Sanity

The little one has a cough; the kind that racks his little body and bludgeons my insides.

I have a runny nose and a TERRIBLE case of eczema exploding on my hand.

I promised my friends a surprise party for the MIM...tomorrow.

I have huge deadlines just around the corner.

Durga Puja is just around the corner.

Ma-Janoni's diamond year birthday is around the corner.

The YO's 2nd birthday is around the corner.

BIL-ly Boy's birthday and the Niece's birthday are around the corner.

I have to submit a write-up on stress and stress management.

Can anyone else hear the Gods laughing?