Fish

Fish
My babies - last of the Mohiccans

Sunday, April 23, 2017

Paperback Writer

Weary, roughened, and forlorn,
I'm a paperback writer,
who tells stories,
of people, places and towns.

Presupposed thoughts
permeate my mind,
threading through the lives
of real people and their times.

The story evolves
from beginning, middle, to the end;
With crescendos of emotions
peaking high and low.

She picks me up gently
and leafs through my pages;
The edges are bent
from bookmarks left behind.

The cover is faded.
I am slammed shut
while she sleeps;
Her mind filled with all of my thoughts.

Morning has broken
I am picked up again
and read;
Minds are stirred. 

When the book is done,
I'm just a pile on the shelf. 
just a paragraph
in other peoples lives.

Jeddah
Apr 23, 2017

Saturday, April 22, 2017

My Illusion

I saw her peeping 
through a sprinkling of rain
seemed so far away,
she was untouched; 
She danced for me
through a screen
so voluptuously;
A fleeting feline
stalking through the leaves,
I look around
and she's there waiting; 
I beckon her
and she comes forth
displaying her finery;
Arms stretch out
in a tight warm hug
that seems never ending;
Illusions can be beautiful
when they stay
in your mind;
The air is filled with laughter
it will always be that way
as long as she stays;
I keep walking
along the road
until I get to my pot of gold;
Where I hope
she will be waiting
for me;
To dance again
in the rain.

Monday, March 13, 2017

My Silence

I am your silence,
who follows you
everywhere;
Even though I may
sound loud
and pestering sometimes;
Embrace me tight.
For I shall hold you 
close to me forever
and protect you
from the silence
of evil.
Listen to my silence.
You will be safe.

Friday, February 17, 2017

Day 1


He woke up at five,
she was all over his mind.
The weekend was here,
it was time to rest
before diving into reading
and his writing started.

She was rolling
under her quilt,
pondering whether
God existed or not.
And, if he really did,
was he needed at all.

And he contemplated
If there would be a response
from an expected source.
What would he say?
How would he deny?
The thought of death,
shadowed across
his mind.
Was it near or
was it far away?
He wanted to live
for her.

She wondered
if sentences were real.
Did they exist or not?
And the question popped
up in her mind;
Do we like something
because its beautiful?
And do we like it
just for ourselves
in a selfish way?

And his mind wandered
to his own flesh and blood.
What would she do after him?
Will she survive independently?
Does she have the courage?
Surely, she will miss him.
But would he even know?
There was no way to tell.
Only time will decide.

And she has a sister,
who needs his help.
He wants to lead her,
out of her quandary.
But it seems a tangled web
that will take some effort
to unwind
and play itself out.

Day rolls on,
night unfolds.
A party.
The longing to be close
was never more needed
than now.
A hug and clasp
under his quilt.
If only she was here?
She said “yes",
“me too”.
They pondered.
And that was all
they could muster.
Even though
minds sought more.
It was time to rest
again.
Until the morrow.
Good Night sweetness!

Monday, January 23, 2017

Calling

Did I hear a knock,
on my front door?
Or was it just the wind
howling, across the floor?
Woke me up too early,
so I go back to sleep;
To wake up again shortly,
to the sound of a beep.
A WhatsApp message,
asking “what do you think of me”.
So I answer,
I don’t want to pass.
Explaining plus and minus,
like in an old math class.
Was I right,
or did I get it wrong?
A question was asked,

and I just played my song. 

Friday, January 20, 2017

A New Day

day

the earth is flat
from where I am
although
I stretch my vision
further
over the distant horizon
and see
its awesome curves
enveloping me
in a hug
and
upon it I see creatures
great and small
dancing
their daily jig
in fits and starts
tumbling
over one another
making ends meet
racing
​bombing​
​destroying
occupying lands
​, and​
struggling
​,​
 in
boats
ghettos
slums
squalor
and hopelessness
while others
count their cash
dont pay taxes
seek opportunities
to make that extra
buck
deal
transaction
and some 
look for work
feed the baby
water plants
go to school
​mop floors​
​cook food​
​do the laundry​
while
cars roar
planes fly
ships sail
another new day
just dawned 
in 
​a ​
paradise
​called earth​

Wednesday, January 18, 2017

HB101

Human Behavior – Lesson I

Every human has 3 vital ego states in their mind

Dr Eric Berne’s research on transactional analysis classifies them as:

PARENT (P)
ADULT (A)
CHILD (C)

Every statement we make or action we execute is a TRANSACTION (T)

Every feedback we get to that Transaction is a RESPONSE (R)

Let’s take a simple case study. I will use abbreviations as shown above

Husband: "Where are my car keys. I cant find them anywhere"

This is a genuine Transaction (T)

Wife: "You are always leaving your keys here and there all the time and asking me to find them"
This is a Response

The husband’s T was a genuine Adult to Adult request
The wife’s R was a typical Parent to Child one

So if u put

husband                wife
P                              P
A                              A
C                              C

For husband on left side and same for wife on right side u can draw a line for the A to A Transaction of the husbands request.

And u can draw a line from the wife's P to the Husbands C for her Response

So A to A horizontal Transaction line is being crossed by P to C of wife’s Response

Now when the T line is crossed by the R line there will be conflict

If the wife chose to say "OK lets look for it together it must be somewhere around here" then that would be an A to A response.

When the two lines are parallel and do not cut each other there is good relationship and no conflict
So the wife’s response wasn't typical of a mature lady

Temper also comes from insecurity
To flare up n cover the guilt feeling
The other is IMPATIENCE