Men are sweet, if foolish creatures.
They think that they rule the world.
Women are not much better,
for we let them think it so.
"The face that launched a thousand ships" -
the woman got the blame
but not the husband's ego
that could have been contained.
Though testosterone's no trifle,
our hormones make good jokes.
So men go off to battle,
and we pick up their socks.
Peace when it comes is rarely true,
a temporary quiet.
Bought in the name of man.
Paid from a woman's purse.
Monday 24 November 2008
Saturday 1 November 2008
MY NOSE IS BLOGGED: Gladys in the news
Click on the scan to view an enlarged version of this article that just came out in the Oct 31- Nov 13 issue of Time Out Bengaluru, a local fortnightly magazine. The article's been very well written by Akhila (good writing style, thorough, concise and interesting - well, she's a fellow Cottonian, after all!) and photographed by a rather gorgeous young man named Aashith (which might explain Gladys' adoring expression). I must add, however: although I can't honestly confirm that I DON'T have multiple personalities, I can say with conviction that Gladys isn't one of them!
"If you love me ..
If you love me
you should know
how the full moon
fills my eyes and my heart.
You should know,
so when we are apart
you have only to look up
when the moon is full,
and we shall be together.
#
(written in 2002?)
This poem is written for four little boys, sons of a friend, four little boys that I love dearly but lost to time and distance. When I left Bahrain, I told them to look up whenever there was a full moon, and they would know that wherever I was in the world, I would be looking up at it too, and thinking of them, sending all my love soaring up to the moon so it would bounce back downwards to them.
By now they are teenagers and adults, but I hope they do remember whenever they catch sight of a full moon. And I wait for it every month, and send them my love, and soak up the light of theirs. My four lovely little boys - Hisham, Abdullah, Sameer and Shishi - held tight in my heart for always.
(post-script 2010: they found me on Facebook. And they remember.)
you should know
how the full moon
fills my eyes and my heart.
You should know,
so when we are apart
you have only to look up
when the moon is full,
and we shall be together.
#
(written in 2002?)
This poem is written for four little boys, sons of a friend, four little boys that I love dearly but lost to time and distance. When I left Bahrain, I told them to look up whenever there was a full moon, and they would know that wherever I was in the world, I would be looking up at it too, and thinking of them, sending all my love soaring up to the moon so it would bounce back downwards to them.
By now they are teenagers and adults, but I hope they do remember whenever they catch sight of a full moon. And I wait for it every month, and send them my love, and soak up the light of theirs. My four lovely little boys - Hisham, Abdullah, Sameer and Shishi - held tight in my heart for always.
(post-script 2010: they found me on Facebook. And they remember.)
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