Oh genie, where art thou

In a month’s time it’s time for the wedding
No, not mine, my old country I am visiting
But the happy occasion is turning to a bad dream
My better half wants to see me fit and thin
To the store she goes and shirts she brings
That are not for me but for people trim and slim
I can fit into those only in my dream
Every ounce of my body fat is shamed and screams
Oh, how I have dreamt of good food and sweets
Now it will only turn to month long fight to be fit
Madly I hope my bottle of water will turn to a magic drink
One gulp of the magic potion and voila, I shrink
With sinking hurt and a feeling of doom, the slim fit shirts I button
Over the protest of my tortured body and protruding belly button
Dread the day when one extra sweet and my shirt flies open
Oh genie, where art thou when I need the thinning boon
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Pants, that’s for another time
Time to get up from my rear end
And get my drink of water and lime
Lest I am stuck to the chair, unable to bend

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I’m Happy where I am

I’m where I am
By choice or destiny
Where I could have been
Where I would have been
What does it matter
Now at this moment
Here I am
Wanted or not
I do not care
Will extend my hand
Open my heart
Left behind the
Garbage of the past
Carry the nectar
Of love in my heart
If you accept
As it is
Both of us gain
If not
You wallow in the
Filth of your hatred
I move forward
Spreading gospel of love
I’m happy where I am

Most Wonderful Time?

It’s the most wonderful time of the year
Then why do we have so much fear
It’s the time to be joyous and happy
Then why are we so afraid and weary
Santa bringing presents to the rich
Poor are conned and rightly ditched
It’s a lesson that we never learnt
Don’t take care of ourselves, we get burnt
It happens over and over again
Our short term memory goes down the drain
Soon will be happy with what trickles down
Till beaten and ragged will be driven out of town
It’s not our destiny that we suffer thus
Don’t take responsibility, will be thrown under the bus
Everybody enjoy and have a holly jolly Christmas
Come New Year get ready to change the dark canvas

 

Those Who Are Gone

Talk with those
Who traversed this path before
Never get a response
Nor a sign if
They are happy or sad
Am the sight of those
Who I do not know
If they see any more
Am the voice of those
Who I do not know if
They talk any more
Carry on their work
Falter and despair
But in my heart I hear
Reassuring words
Been there, done that
May not have always
Been perfect
But did our best
And we know
You will do your best
As long as intents are good and clear
Will leave this world a better place
For those who come after
Talk with those
Who are gone, but
Never forgotten