~

This halfway point, where we do meet
Between your day and mine
I send to you the grandest wish
Of birthday happy times

Full of love and laughter
Lots of presents
I send you the biggest wish
On your big birthday event

We won’t need cake and ice cream
No fancy party faire
Just your smile will do just fine
On this a day we share

So have a very happy day
I'll be here singing and smiling
Have a wonderful day
And keep shining

And shine I will as long as you
Will shine along with me
As we celebrate our days
Our birthdays, happily


Happy Birthday Sye 7/27

Happy Birthday Jack 7/16

I never knew
       this day would come
    as fast as it did.

                 I always thought
              that I would just
               stay young
                       forever.

Because
         honestly,

      being young
is the only
           thing I'm
      good at.

I wasn’t born to write
With every bent petal,
and every fallen leaf,
my ma’s sweet kisses
And papa’s gentle smile
I learned to write

A five year old me was once fascinated
by the loop of an ‘e’
and the playful swing of an ‘m’,
The wide smile of a ‘d’ delighted me
Words were powerful and mesmerising,
now they lie discarded and ignored
in broken stanzas of self proclaimed irrelevance

I watch the black ugly marks
That taints countless sheets of paper
They surround me in a sea of ink
That once flowed carefully and slowly
A thousand thoughts with each single word
Drained lies my mind, my breath’s not a whisper but a plea
My heart pumps blood not ink, I’m not a poet, it says
Incoherent scribblings mock me with their existence

As a child, confined spaces scared me
But now, a confined mind petrifies me with just a glimpse
A pen stays gripped in my hand
I wonder what it fears more
My inability to let the ink flow coherently
Or my arrogant ramblings, regardless
And fearless of consequences
While I stumble on disjointed verses

A paper aeroplane is my best accomplishment
In my two hour search for freedom and thought
Who cares for pretty words and mystifying couplets?
When the idea of a paper boat seems much more exciting

-പ്രിയാന്ഷി ദാസ്‌

Boeing 777
MH17
17/7/14.

“ Most of the passengers had no race,
But today they gained a nationality.
Today, we are united in grieve. “

Tragedy struck again,
One strike after another,
One blow after another.

Today, we lost 295 people,
Out of a grand total of 7.046 billion people.

To an individual,
The figures may mean nothing,
Comparatively.

But as a nation,
This was a hard one to accept.

How do you digest the fact that
295 people lost their future,
Overnight.

How do you digest the fact that
295 people are gone just like that.

How do you accept the fact that
Your country is falling apart,
Slowly,
But surely.

Blow it all up
Bring it down
Cry revolution
And resolution

We are nothing but consumers
This is thanks to our fat cat groomers

All is not all available
All is not all tangible
Do you feel free?
We breath in the illusion of freedom and choice and safety

Are politics, the markets, the earth or the human race in a state of obsolescence?

Give them money and they'll call you 'Honey'

So competitive
So greedy
So destructive
So needy
Too Dominant
So corrupt
Too abundant
So let us disrupt

Unavailable everywhere
Nothing for all and all for nothing

The human race can design a precise regimented organization, with many cells capable of operating completely independent of central leadership to sustain and prolong the life of our race.

Have you heard of the little dance,
The dance, moonlight and candlelight share?
They dance to the rhythm,
The rhythm to earth’s air.

The moonlight stirs up a wave,
Stirs up tides of passion,
It calls forth sensual howls,
A confident assertive expression.

The candlelight on the other hand,
Dances a different dance,
It dances of concealment,
a dance of graceful stance.

The moonlight dances with me
Shows me the way in my dark
The candlelight dances with me
Shows me the way in my dark

Have you heard; heard about the dance?
The dance of the candle, the dance of the moon?
They share this little dance, the dance of their glow
The dance of the light, upon us they show
They dance to the rhythms,
The rhythms of earth.

Have you heard; heard about the dance.

As we stare at the stars.
We look at Jupiter and Mars.
I look at you, and you look at me.
I see again such wonderful beauty.
I get on one knee. and ask will you marry me.
You say YES with tears filling your eyes.
I put the ring on you'er finger,  and say what a surprise.
As the starlight dies, I kiss you ever so gently.
And i ask what will you'er mom think.
You reply "she will be happy i met a man like you".

My hands are broken from breaking the fall because you were never there to catch me.