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If not for the carols I sing
There would be no music in my heart.
The memories that I wish to bring
Dig up and keep alive, are in the dark.

The knives, the scissors,
They cut.
They damage.
They make one bleed.

In the black pit, it is dark.
The sun is behind a screen,
Not to be seen.

I am not their child

My mouth, I open to speak
But the words fall on ears, deaf.
Words come out of their own,
I'm silenced.

Look I do, hopeful
Hoping to catch an eye.
Invisible I am to see.
I cry.

Hurt they do not see,
Words they do not hear.
I do not exist to them.
I am not their child.

A Poem to Uncle Gabo

Can't believe a year's gone
Since you have stopped being with us.
But I can't help sneeking a glance
At the corner chair in which you were the king.

Those days I'd walk in to the hall with the TV bright
And have a chat about the match being played.
Today I walk and see it blank,
Without a colour, nothing but black.

I miss the little chats we had.
They weren't long or deep,
But always just the right words
To put a smile on my face.

Looking back I can't help but remember You always did take the windows!
Guess windows were your spot
And I guess that's how I'll remember you.

As a kid, I was in awe of the drums,
the guitars and the pianos played.
Nor forget the yummy food you'd order for us.

I don't always remember you as a jovial being.
But also as the person who would sometimes discipline your kids.
By god, was I not terrified of you then!
A slipper in hand, shouting one of their names!

I'd always wonder where you got your high spirits and energy
To be so easy going and care-free.
I wish you are as charming a person wherever you are,
And continue to be in such good spirits.

Miss you uncle. :(

Life is brief

I sat down at the pc to get some reading done. Having come back home after attending the funeral of a school friend, I couldn't bring myself to concentrate. My heart's heavy and eyes fog with tears every time I think of her. 

Life is unsure. 

If I have learned anything over the weekend, it is that life is full of its shocks and untimely surprises. The passing away of my friend in an untimely manner is one. 

Life is brief. 

We don't know till when or how we will live our lives. So it's best to live our lives in a way we don't have to regret. Be it a phone call, a letter or a email to a friend. Or a simple smile or hug. Appreciate those who help you make it through the day, for one knows not when it is time to say goodbye. 

I leave you with Tennessee Williams's words; "life is all memory except for the one present moment that goes by so quick you can hardly catch it going." 

Dedicated to my friend Chekila, who left us in an untimely manner. You will be missed and your laughter will continue to echo in our ears and leave a space that cannot be filled. 

Woofing Tales

It turns out this week has been a week of the fluffy kind. Before you get your imaginations running, I mean nothing vulgar. I refer to the the furry creatures with cute little paws and wet noses. Figured it out yet?

This evening when coming home I saw a dog across the road running around in an empty patch of land with a shoe in his mouth. Now if I didn't see excitement, happiness, and extreme jubilation in it, I honestly don't know what is! I didn't get to see the face, but from what I could see, I knew there was that joy one gets in being able to do something spontaneous and super crazy! I couldn't help but smile.

The other day, while I was walking to catch my daily mode of transport, another one of these fluffy little things followed me. I don't know what prompted it or why it did so, but it did. It stopped after a while, guess it got bored of me just walking without doing something exciting or giving it something. But I know this much, it made eye contact with me for the brief moment I passed. There was some message. Then again, I could be crazy.

Did I mention about the wee little one down our road. I got an earful from my father when I sad I wanted to ring home a puppy that evening. Guess he wasn't too happy about having to look after another when I wasn't home. To this date I remember when I first saw him. He was probably not more than two months old and walking in the dead center of the road and vehicles were trying to find their way around him. I wanted to run and bring it to safety, but only at the risk of getting knocked down. As I stopped and watched for a break in the traffic for me to intervene in this otherwise death story, it managed to safely cross the road. The reason I mention this is because starting this week, I have seen this puppy every morning. And without a doubt, he is looking extremely adorable, with his ears standing super straight and his cute little face! When I saw him on Monday I was elated that I saw him that I almost got knocked down by a vehicle. Looks like vehicles seem to be the theme between this pup and me. And now, I look forward to my morning walks because I get a brief sighting of this little brownie.

After all these happy stories, I've a not so happy story as well. It turns out, my doggy was having high fever and I wasn't aware of it. I feel really bad until the Vet pointed it out. He was limping about the house and there I was, trying to see if he has thorn in his paw. Apparently limping is a sign of their weakness due to the fever. That is how they show they are sick  unless of course there is a fracture or a thorn is actually stuck. A small note to keep in mind, a dog's temperature can be noted by checking their ears as that's the most sensitive and accurate indication of its body heat.

I am sure there was another doggy tale I wanted to write about, but can't seem to work my brain to remember. Oh well! I will sure update this post should I remember it.

Woof woof!