DoWn wItH otHeR m0mS

My little princess had not yet given me trouble with her diet. I heard other mothers talk about their kids and how they wouldn't eat and would gloat to myself. not for long it seems- for, since the past three or four days she doesn't seem to be hungry! Now I am one of those frustated moms who try everything they can- but to no avail.

Okay, she's never said no to fries. She loves fries- I go make fries.
"Honey- look what we have here... mmmmm tasty!"
Yumna emphatically shakes her head 'no'- a trick she's recently learnt.
"sweetcakes...please, just one..."okay that worked...so far so good. Now that it's in her mouth she'll realise how she likes it and...another emphatic shake!
Gosh honey, no need to get so literal when I said 'just one'!!

I'm on my knees in front of my only child- who just turned one last week and all she does is say no!
Apple? No!
Banana....Gosh, you love banana...why, on our Pakistan tour you ate bananas like.... okay, okay! Point taken!Mango...errr...okay! We'll give it a rest!

Porridge... yeah! This just might work.
Honey, look what we have here... hey! she likes it...cool!wow! two spoons....and now the thir...!
Honey..please; look you used to love it didn't you?
A shake of her head! sigh.

Do other moms really have to spend their days trying to get their lil ones to eat? Sigh!
Adios! I need my rest after all that work!

AnothEr mOrninG

The Bright sun shines
Yet another morning-
With a whole new everything.
But my thoughts are the same-
where will it lead?
to another dark, gloomy
Painful night-
to another sunshine.
But when?
when will all my pains end?
You have a few months, they say-
To end this joyless life
To stop this endless pain.
They dot know-
Nobody does.
I dont want this life
I dont want this fuss.
The cards they get me;
The presents i recieve-
They mean nothing to me-
Why dont they see?
The dark walls of the hospital-
The evil trapped inside.
And death on guard-
Outside.
The long, lonely painful days;
The long sad nights.
Somehow it stops one,
From enjoying this unfair life.
And i cant help but hope-
That one bright morning-
I find it dark for me.


This is something i found in my old stuff. I'd written it when i was 14-15. An assignment- trying to put in words the thoughts of a sick child...

Announce it loud....!!

never seek to tell thy love;
love that never told can be

and later

i told my love, i told my love-
i told him all my heart.

Shakespeare.

The King Of Late

“The king is dead.” These were ill-fated words for some- but golden for many. The king was a cruel man. A proud, disdainful, brutal and harsh species of mankind who considered himself above it. What of him now? Off he goes to a marble tomb with no air and no company for the rest of eternity. Granted that unlike most of the mankind that is buried he will have a larger grave- as large as a room maybe; but what good will it do to him? None whatsoever.

“He has died.”
This was met by tears- of relief; of joy.
“We can now be together- I am, so happy.”
They hugged. Tears streaming down their faces. They were but one of many who had been affected by the cruelty of the late king. Tatiana had refused to marry the seventy two year old barbarous king and as a result had been in hiding for six years now. She had been beautiful- still was. But six years in hiding had given her face premature wrinkles in the forehead and under her eyes. Her eyes that once were an innocent sky blue now had a hardening to them. She had seen the harsh side of life at a very young age. Even though she was now back with her fiancé of seven years she doubted she could ever love him the way she once had. After all, he was a man- just like that unkind king….

“He’s dead, ma.”
The woman with more gray in her hair than black looked up into the eyes of her daughter. Eyes that had anger, hatred and an emotion she couldn’t define. Her eyes on the other hand had only tears. Tears for her fate, tears for the harshness of life, and tears in memory of her dead son. Son who had been killed by ‘the king’s men’ because he had refused to hand his sister over to a friend of ‘his majesty’. The sister was abducted anyway and that was the last they had heard of her. Now it was only her and her youngest daughter left. The tears in her eyes spilled.

“The king,” the speaker said and took a deep breath, “is dead.”
The seven listeners all stood up and began talking excitedly.
“Does that mean we get all our lands back?”
“Can we go back home then please, papa?”
“We will have enough to eat now?”
“We wont go hungry again now, will we?”
“We……”

“That roughshod of a king has finally left us all in peace!”
It had no effect whatsoever on the young widow. She had lost her beloved husband- nothing else mattered. Oh, once she did want revenge- wanted to kill her king with her bare hands. Now she didn’t care. All she wanted was to have her husband back. The death of the king didn’t bring her husband back. Nothing would. She glanced at the cot and the sleeping infant in it. He would grow up without a father. A boy needed a father. It was natural. Yet he wouldn’t have one. One unlucky boy, this. Having lost his father even before he was born. The widow buried her head in her hands and cried yet again…
How one life affects this many and more is astonishing. The effect on their lives doesn’t melt away with that person’s demise. It continues- as they continue to suffer…

Of Lovers- old & New

The burning leaves in the dreaded autumn
Falling from the desolate branches- dying;
Leaving behind the bare trees. Pitiful.
Stripped of their green gowns.

Two lovers parting- saying farewell;
Autumn- indeed dreadful.

Along the slow path of life
Trudging along comes spring.
The beautiful, colorful, desired delight.
Bringing along flowers and butterflies.

The parted lovers now find new love
Spring- indeed bountiful!