The Balancing Act

I see your tears, they mark your pretty face I see the smouldering volcanoe under the calmenss I see the struggle you are putting up every day I see you trying to gather strength whatever way The little hands clutching on to you the naughty smiles tugging on your heart, cuddling on to you only you can smile through a haze of heart break only you can stand tall for your childrens sake

1. You must post the rules. 2. Answer the questions the tagger set for you in their post & then create 11 new questions to ask the people you’ve tagged. 3. Tag 11 people and link to them on your post. 4. Let them know you’ve tagged them! So here are the 11 questions that Nancy of Refelctions has tagged me with 1.) If you could have any superpower, what would it be? It would be definitely something to do with making people happy , to take away their pains and make them happy and content , at least for a while… please pardon me for sounding like the finalist of Ms. Universe.. but I really really meant it.. :) 2.) What was your favourite childhood television program? Hey I remember those Sundays, for which we used to wait patiently through out the week, and on Sundays starting 9.00 am there were so many programs, I don’t know whether any one remembers but there was a serial called ‘kachi dhoop’ starring Bhagyashree, and many other kids and I used to love it…and yes...

The silver lining disappeared, Winds with claws gnawed on Rain drops pattered on intermittently, rays of peeking sun hid behind a gray cloud, abandoning the shine to an ominous dark. Sky waited with bated breath, looking for a moment to grasp the rainbow. Below on the ochre land , a humming bird circled a violet flower, peeping in for honey and dew. The swaying branch of the coconut tree, sprinkled the drops of pouring rain, on to a clinging vine embracing her. A wandering soul drifted around, calming the lamenting heart with scent of wet earth. Then, spotting a lone lantern , slowly, turned itself into a moth, to enjoy the heat of its own peril, in the dim, beckoning warm light of the lantern.

I need long steps to cover that path,  Stretching out beyond me into the horizon  I can not see an end in sight Only dry leaves on yellow grass, no shelter, no wooden bench on either side of the path only shade and sun crisscrossing the trees, some tall and majestic ,some stunted and sad sometimes I drag myself to the next point in sight or just sprint away breathing the eucalyptus' heady fragrance sometimes I long for a soul to turn to or just acknowledgment of what I am I long for the cocoon of warm embrace  Of those who brought me to this world The pure expression of being looked after And being proud of …but I find nothing  Only acres of land sprawling under my feet Sometimes I breakdown by the rose apple tree,  Longing to rest there for long, not to get up ever Just to sit there soaking in my own tears Or just pepping up my self and giving a pat,  A loving one on my shoulder , to get me up To walk till the point where the earth me...

Long long ago , amidst the flickering dim light of a sole lantern, which precariously hung on the verandah I followed her word by word, her strong and determined voice, revising her days lessons, her hand deftly drawing the triangles of geometry mesmerized me to no end. The gleaming silver paper with which she covered her note books reflected the yellow pale light of the lantern, accentuated by the pitch darkness around us. Me in my little red frock, bent over my wooden bordered slate with milky white slate pencils in my hand imitated her, her seriousness and tried becoming like her. During the day when I went to the tiny little school, if you may call it so, it was a make shift room, made up with coconut leaves and bamboo sticks, the old ‘ashan’ or master made the kids , me and many like me write Malayalam alphapets on the white shiney sand which was spread on the dark brown earth of the makeshift room, each one of us was made to write with our forefinger on the sand , the ‘Ashan’ ...

A HUGE thanks to Deeps (http://www.deepsspeakingup.wordpress.com/) for tagging me and giving me the 'Versatile blogger award'. Well first things first the rules of the tag is as below  Add the Versatile Blogger Award picture to your Blog Post  Thank the Blogger who nominated you  Share 7 Random things about yourself  Nominate 15 fellow Bloggers  Inform the Bloggers of their nomination 1. Ummm well let me tell you here that I am a random person with actually random interests at random times..well I want to learn french, learn crocheting, sometimes I want to travel and sometimes I am dying to get into gardening and I am doing none of these.. 2. I can read and write really fast and when I was in school/ college I used to write so fast that sometimes after giving the exams , waiting outside for my friends for hours together, I used to feel that may be after all 'did I really attempt all the questions'? 3. I love writing .. I want to write like Chitra Baner...

More than two decades back , I was you Even now I have some little of you left in me I had the same need for hugs and kisses The same insecurity , the same urge to impress my mother The same love hate relationship with my sister But I am so glad that you are so much better than me You love your sister and express it often More than I ever did to mine You can hug and kiss and let your emotions show That is so much of what I always wanted to do I am so sorry if I am not the mother you want me to be I am so sorry for not being able to be with you always When you need me badly for a hug or just to be there Your birthday just went by But you were such a sweet baby You did not make a hue and cry for party or friends You Just let it go with much ado Happy with a dress and a chocolate cake So unlike children of your age I love you so much and I feel for you so much You innocence and your love Let it take you along and make you the most lovable person And remember , I lov...