Silent anguish

Silent anguish

Silence is the loudest scream,

in the confines of a lonely heart,

Sometimes you need to speak,

to make yourself understood.

Nothing hurts more than your silence,

It grips my heart in its vice-like hold,

rips apart the remnants of my soul,

with its quiet undertones.

I try to placate my heart, and reason,

I can’t hear you above the din of my,

thoughts and feelings for you.

My jumbled up wishes and desires,

are drowning out your words.

The sound of your voice,

Is unable to reach my parched ears.

Sometimes I can hear your heart beat,

From a thousand miles away.

When it happens, I know that,

You are thinking of me. I feel,

A touch of the wind,

kiss of the sun, and hear,

 the twinkling of the stars.

At times when I am sad and lonely,

I feel a warm touch on my soul.

It’s when I cross your mind, and you,

Whisper my name in your sleep.

I feel your name is mine to keep,

Your memory is my keepsake.

Though I think of you night and day,

I was yours for Namesake.

Lucks aka Sulekha

When will my tweets on twitter cause a furore?

When will my tweets on twitter cause a furore?

When I tweet, nobody appreciates them, When will I become famous? When will I become important enough for people to want to know about my life’s every tiny little detail?  Whether I‘ll be celebrating holi or not? If not, then what would I be doing instead and where would I be going? Which conference hall would I be lecturing in and who all will be there to cheer me?

God when will you make me important enough, so that when I dedicate some tweet to someone, the world notices and comments? When I check into a hotel and I tweet, people go,’ Wow’. When I don’t like the room and demand to be shifted out to another one, I tweet, and people go, ‘double wow’, and when I tweet about helping the poor overworked staff in shifting to a better room, people go, ‘what a woman!!!’.

When will my dinner become a topic of discussion? My choice of restaurant, a news bulletin and the number of dishes I order a national concern? When, What I’m going to dig my fork into becomes an event to be awaited with bated breath and when will people not pluck out their eyes in frustration at my nonsensical tweets. When will all this happen?

When I am a well-known actress and I check into a seven star hotel and tweet about the fishes in the aquarium and how my room is located inside the glass aquarium, everybody starts marvelling at my good fortune, never mind the fact that the producers or organizers of the show or movie are paying through their nose for my hideously expensive room. My tweets are my own and my followers are amazed at my witty comments. I go to the bathroom and tweet, ‘More fishes here’, and the world goes, ‘cho chweet.

God, when will I become so famous? When will my tweets cause a furore, on Twitter?

Sulekha aka Lucks

She just wanted to “Live and let live”

She was in love, so much in love, wasn’t trying to make a point,

Didn’t decide to rebel, just to shock the world.

But her family, she did disappoint. They hung their heads in shame,

And threw her out of the house, without a penny to her name.

Her crime was only this that she had dared to love.

Had decided to make her, sweetheart her whole life.

She wasn’t ashamed of her choice, and flaunted her love.

But people objected to it and made so much noise.

The world was up in arms, against these two.

Wanted to tear them apart, But how could they succeed?

These two had decided never to part, and to live in each other’s heart.

Onlookers watched them go, Hand in hand, cheek to cheek.

She had an arm around her waist; And She kissed her on her dimpled cheek.

Smiling at each other, they walked home in no apparent haste.

Two young ladies, so much in love. Why did the world cringe?

Why couldn’t it let them be, why didn’t it believe in, live and let live?

What was the young lovers’ unpardonable sin?

Sulekha aka Lucks

Trunk full of Clothes

Trunks full of clothes mock me,

Their actual number Shock me.

I am a hoarder I admit and state.

That suit I wore on our first date,

The engagement sari is special,

The wedding sari is ultimate.

The dress I won in a competition

Has a place of pride in my collection

The nightie I had worn

When my baby girl was born,

The same lucky one,

I had worn for my son.

There are clothes of all shapes and sizes

Piles and piles of the same surprises

The fainthearted ones.

I am okay with it, I swear,

Yet always feel I have nothing to wear.

I do possess a wide collection,

But when it comes to selection

I fret and I fume

They all seem so out of tune.

There is no appropriate outfit

For the appropriate occasion.

Everything is either,

too loose or too tight ,

too loud or too light,

too out-dated or too modern.

And whenever I am at a loss,

as to what to wear,

with my hubby I reason,

and go out and buy an outfit

just right for the occasion.

-Lucks aka Sulekha

Versatile Blogger Award

I was very excited to find out I was recognized by another blogger, Jim Brandano at http://jpweddingphotograpy.blogspot.com/ .I was honored to find that my blog, as well as 6 others, have been given the Versatile Blogger Award.

Jim has a great blog where he talks about photography among other things!! How do you not want to follow that blog??? Visit his site and I know you'll follow and enjoy it.

With this award comes responsibility. I am to tell 7 things about myself and bestow the award on 7 other bloggers. Those already awarded can’t be named again so Let me begin by saying that, I love all the ones already chosen by my other blogger friends. And also love a lot more than the seven blogs mentioned below.

7 things about me….

1. I love my Dad, he is my hero and my inspiration

2. I am a compulsive writer.

3. My occupation is Home Engineering.

4. I live in a fantasy world, at least that’s what my family members complain about all the time.

5. I hope to be remembered as an eccentric writer.

6. My family is my backbone and my friends my support system.

7. I believe in Reincarnation, karma, destiny, telepathy and souls.

My seven favourite bloggers are:

http://worldasisee.wordpress.com/ Priyashmita is a versatile blogger through and through. She introduces herself in her own unique way, “I am who I am...an enigma for some and an open book for others. A strict disciplinarian for some and a fun girl for others. A heartless authoritarian for some and the kindest friend for others. I am who I am...which sliver of me you see depends on you.” Go to her blog and see for yourself.

http://thilalangadi-sheba.blogspot.com/ Chokher Bali is a truly great poetess and reading her poems is like looking into her soul. Her posts are straight from the heart and touch yours every time.

http://erinsdomain.blogspot.com/ David’s blog is called Erin is Love, Reflections on life with the world's best dog: World traveller, therapy dog, church attendee, stage performer and beloved friend. I adore his posts about Erin, his dog and am always moved when reading them.

http://ardithsquest.blogspot.com/ Ardith is another great blogger, she writes,” I have found blogging to be a great way for old and new friends to become acquainted with the real me; to sort out and organize some of the thoughts that swim in my head; to give my day-to-day routine a little more purpose and direction.” Read her posts and you will know, what I mean.

http://annalwalls.blogspot.com/ “Writing is my obsession, and fiction is my passion.”, writes Anna, and she is a terrific writer. She has three blogs and I love going through her posts. Visit her blogs and be amazed at her talent.

http://lifethrulucylasticaslense.blogspot.com/Lucy says, “Please enjoy my random ramblings and personal observations, inspired by the life that is all around me. Thoughts, feelings, wit and wisdom.” I enjoy reading her splendid posts and look forward to them every day. She has a great blog, see and then believe.

http://saintfaron.blogspot.com/ Sukanya is a terrific blogger and writes about her travels and her other blog is called timid cook. She writes, “It's not the destination alone; the journey matters too...” read her articles and you will get to know her and her blog well.

These are my seven versatile bloggers and wish I could have named many others but alas the limit is seven.

Little things make a big difference

How do you like your eggs?
Do you like your coffee black?
Or are you a tea person?
Tiny bits of information,
makes a world of difference,
To those who care about you.

What’s your favourite color?
The dearest time of the day?
Do you look at the sky and,
Trace patterns on the clouds?
Admire the scenery and sigh?
Thinking of someone special,
why?

Do you like roses or carnations?
In a wild bunch or bouquet?
What kind of chocolates,
Do you like Bitter or sweet?
In a day, how many do you eat?

Do you sleep on your side?
Which side of the bed,
do you prefer to keep?
Do you snore, talk in your sleep?
These insignificant little things,
In her mind she always keeps.
Making her lose her precious sleep.

What do you dream about?
Whom do you see there?
What do you talk about?
Does it make you happy?
Being there with her,

These are some of the things,
She constantly wonders about,
Her thoughts forever with you.
Her love envelops you,
Encircles your heart.
Shielding you from all,
The hard knocks of life.

Even though you are so far apart,
distance is a state of mind.
If you look closely,
you'll find,
her love in your heart,
her thoughts on your mind.

Do you miss her, think of her?
And long to be with her?
Do you want to hold her close?
And never let go.

Do you believe in fate? And,
want to meet your Soul mate?
She is crazy about you,
Is so selfless and sweet.
She is your missing Heartbeat.

Sulekha aka Lucks

Junk food is good food

I wish mommy cooked better food for us?
Why can’t she make chips and cookies,
Cola and cream cake?
Instead of mashed potatoes and vegetable,
Fruit salad and milkshake?

I hate vegetables and detest milk and whey,
I want to eat chocolates and candy, whole day.
And gorge on burgers and pizzas every day.

Why doesn’t she understand that,
Kids love junk food.
Puts them in a good mood.
So what if we put on a few kilos?
Don’t chubby kids look cute?

Someone please tell her to go easy,
On whole grain bread and nutritious food.
And just cook what we ask for,
And make us feel good.

Sulekha aka Lucks

P.S. Friends, I had written this poem when my kids were very young and used to crib about food. Every mother worries about her children not getting enough healthy food and tries to ration their junk food. Hope you like this post....happy reading :)