drum away darling!

The start of a wonderful day,

 

The sun gently spreading its rays

 

Bam, bam, tush, bam

 

He has started drumming away!

 

 

 

 

 

This is the beginning of everyday

 

On the toy instruments he’d play

 

The musicians in his mind he’d portray

 

I just l adore the attention he’d pay

 

 

 

 

 

As he plays on the drums everyday

 

His little buttocks he’d sway

 

His little head he’d bang away

 

To be one of them he’d pray

 

 

 

 

 

Lovely darling I hope u never stray

 

With this wild dream you’d stay

 

I hope that one fine day

 

You would learn to play

 

 

This poem is dedicated to my darling son Azan (a.k.a Bob) who is crazy abt drums!

let’s make a difference!

 

As I sat by the window, watching it rain outside, the gentle drizzle, it made me calm, relaxed me, at least for a while. It was only a little over a minute when I heard the crash of glass in the kitchen. My heart skipped a couple of beats. Not that again, oh I hope she’s not at it again. It was funny, I hoped otherwise, but was sure it was the same crash as always, I ran to the kitchen. She was at it again. I let a little cry, a little over a whisper, “mom, please calm down, please take my hand, let me hold you”. As always she rejects “go away, I need to be alone!”

How can I let her be alone? Just let her be? She is my mom; I care for her, love her deeply. She has always been there for me through all. After all she is only human. She needs me to help her get over her ‘bad habit’. I’m all that she has.

I try again “mom, I love you”. She mumbles a little I love you too. I know she does. I just needed to hear her say that again. And I’m sure she felt good to hear me say that at her too.

I let out my hand to her, she takes it, I tell her “mom, I was sitting by the window, want to go there with me, watch the rain” she muttered something, assuming it as a ‘yes please’ I lead her out the kitchen… into the living area. Help her to ‘our couch’ by the window. I let her head rest on my chest as she leaned on me. Listening to the rain, which now is heavy. In a few minutes she’d sleep. As usual, I let her rest, leaning against me, as I hold her lovingly curl my legs around hers. And hum a little soothing song that she loves.

She has been through a lot. Not everyone reacts the same way; it is her mistake that she took a wrong path. A path that she used to despise! But does that mean I should just let her go? She was there for me when I needed assistance growing up, become a responsible person. Now I am being that responsible person, I am helping her grow out of it. And I’m sure, with my untiring help she’d grow out of her ‘bad habit’.

Let me tell you, if someone you care for needs assistance, don’t fail to be there for him/her. No matter how big or how small the ‘bad habit’ is, just be there for them, it helps!

please stay with me…

 

Oh baby do you feel

My arms around you so tight

I love to hold you

All through the night 

I make a little promise

To love you all through my life

And wish to hear you say

‘You’ll always be my loving wife’ 

I run my fingers through

Your freshly washed hair

And smell the musky smell

Of your chest skin bare 

I wish you could hear me sing

This lovely song I made

Especially for you my love

Straight from my heart I sang 

I’d love you forever

And leave you never

I’ll be right here

I’d stay with you ever 

I love you my darling

Wish you’d be alright

With all the love I can give

I wish you’d wake tonight

Shattered!!

My sister and I, we were surfing channels when we came across an episode of ‘Judging Amy’ a couple of days back. By the time the episode ended I was in shock and tears welled up in my eyes, I looked at my sister, she looked back at me with the same look of remorse on her face. Let me tell you how the story went.

There was this little boy, about 10 years old. He was found guilty for sexually abusing his little sister, who was just 5 years old. He was taken into interrogation and when asked why, he kept saying he was the man of the house, and he did what had to be done. This little boy had even used a condom while he abused his sister this is quite shocking right? A 10yr old was using a condom! The mother cried with grief, said she wanted them to Help her son who seriously needed help. My heart reached out to her. The team concluded that the boy was also abused by someone which was the reason for his actions. They suspected the stepfather to whom their mother had recently married. They kept asking him different questions and finally he told them. He said that he was the man of the house and that someone else had taken his place. This came as huge shock to us! The mother had been sleeping with her under aged son, her own child, her flesh and blood. And this little boy was broken that his mother had remarried! Imagine, how cruel could a person be! As the episode ended, my sister and I, we sat there, speechless…

This may have been fiction, but incidents as such are so common. Even in this little nation of ours. Sexual abuse is so common that it scares me. People, whom we trust, whom we are certain that they care, could turn out to be predators. Among us, sexual abuse crimes were being so hushed for a long time, which is probably why it was easily spread. Rape from people who are trustworthy leave the victims broken, self-esteem dies away. We should be careful with whom we leave our children. And keep a door open with your child so that he/she would always come to you with their concerns. Believe me, a person may look so innocent and yet might be the devil himself in disguise! Damn, it’s a shame among us humans are people so cruel.

Uuurrrrgggghhhhh!!!

I walk down a street… a crowded, busy street, on this little capital island, where almost everyone knows each other. I came across a couple of friends whom I’ve not met in ages. They greet me in exciting shrieks.

Girl 1: ‘hey girl, u have gained so much weight’

Girl 2: ‘nah, I think it’s the baggy shirt she’s wearing that makes her look FATTER than she really is’.

Imagine friends that I haven’t met in ages greet me with such a ‘warm’ greeting that actually made my blood boil, my face red and my heart to skip a beat. I replied ‘lovely to have bumped into u too’! Maybe I was rude, but do you think they were polite themselves?

This is a tradition among us to greet someone, anyone you meet with a judgment about their looks. The most common judgment passed is ‘o you’ve gained so much’ or ‘you have lost so much weight’. Sometimes I wonder when this ritual would change. I wonder when, people would actually ever learn to greet people with a wonderful, pleasant greeting. They could always say ‘hi’, ‘hello’, ‘good morning/afternoon/evening’ or ‘assalaam alikum’ don’t you think so?

Let’s be careful the next time we greet someone. Instead of depressing the person you meet, just make them feel good & happy to have met you!

My Beautiful Child

I love this darling little kid,

Running around, playfully

The way he pastes a tiny kiss

To make up for a mistake, so sorry 

At times with a preoccupied mind I sit

To think about life’s challenges, wearily

And all of a sudden comes along my little bliss

Making me smile whole heartedly 

Thinking of all the fun he’d miss

Makes me tug at him impatiently

Until he would finally let go of his toy bits

And get ready for bed irritably 

Now in the comfy pajamas of his

I look at him sleep so peacefully

A little prayer for my darling I hiss

And kiss him o so gently

Broken

I wouldn’t hide, I wouldn’t fret, I’d cry, I’d wail, but then again will stand up on my two feet and walk the walk, live the life. That’s what makes us women, women!

THE ROSE

Some say love it is a river
that drowns the tender reed
Some say love it is a razer
that leaves your soul to bleadSome say love it is a hunger
an endless aching need
I say love it is a flower
and you it’s only seedIt’s the heart afraid of breaking
that never learns to dance
It’s the dream afraid of wakingthat never takes the chance
It’s the one who won’t be taken
who cannot seem to give
and the soul afraid of dying that never learns to liveWhen the night has been too lonely
and the road has been too long
and you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong
Just remember in the winterFar beneath the bitter snows
lies the seed
that with the sun’s love
in the spring
becomes the rose

A reason, a season & a lifetime…

by Brain A. “Drew” Chalker.

This article is a favorite of mine…

People always come into you life for a reason, a season and a lifetime. When you figure out which it is, you know exactly what to do.

When someone is in your life for a REASON, it is usually to meet a need you have expressed outwardly or inwardly. They have come to assist you through a difficulty, or to provide you with guidance and support, to aid you physically, emotionally, or even spiritually. They may seem like a Godsend to you, and they are. They are there for a reason, you need them to be.

Then, without any wrong doing on your part or at an inconvenient time, this person will say or do something to bring the relationship to an end. Sometimes they die, Sometimes they just walk away. Sometimes they act up or out and force you to take a stand. What we must realize is that our need has been met, our desire fulfilled; their work is done. The prayer you sent up has been answered and it is now time to move on.

When people come into your life for a SEASON, it is because your turn has come to share, grow or learn. They may bring you an experience of peace or make you laugh. They may teach you something you have never done. They usually give you an unbelievable amount of joy. Believe it! It is real! But, only for a season. And like Spring turns to Summer and Summer to Fall, the season eventually ends.

Lifetime, relationships teach you a lifetime of lessons; those things you must build upon in order to have a slid emotional foundation. Your job is to accept the lesson, love the person/people (anyway); and put what you have learned to use in all other relationships and areas in your life. It is said that love is blind but friendship is clairvoyant. Thank you for being part of my life….

if i could turn back time….

i question myself, ‘would i do things differently if i coudl turn back time?’. im not so sure… i wonder… seeing myself in the position i am right now, and thinking had i done this, or had i done that differently, would things be different now? the slightest change in my past might have changed this present tremendously. there are things i wish i had done, stuff that i let go that i now think i shouldn’t have, actions that may have made me a better person or helped me land in a better future (present). humming the song in my head… i conclude, everything i did, i did for a reason. everything i let go, i let go for a cause. when i really come to think of it, i dont want to change a thing in the past… i still wonder though how things might have turned out if i changed an action in the past… but the present is wonderful… where i am is gr8, the people i share it with are a blessing… i am happy with all the decisions i made!!!

angel or devil???

At times, you would think that you know a person so well, we sometimes say ‘i know him/her inside out’. But the fact remains, you will never know a person, friend or family, close enough to know inside out. There are people out there, that sometimes could be so ‘evil’ yet look ‘angelic’ you can never judge a person by the appearance (yea never judge a book by its cover). There are people, out there, who deliberately mislead you to believe that they are your friend, and then after a loooooooooong time, you discover, the person is just a monster in disguise!!! Be careful who you trust and the extent you are willing to share. Because, you never ever would know whats cooking in some1 else’s mind.