Yarn Fever

Yarns...

They are addicting like those sweet candies stored inside a glass jar.

But not...

 
Thanks for being so kind and generous
Thanks for the affectionate pat and a hug
Thanks for the countless time spent with me

The rain may pour nonstop,drench you deep to bare bone
The cloud may turn dark, heavy and gloomy
But I am this inferior wind that could blow these dreadful things away.

I can listen to all your woes and pain all day
I can be a blanket to you when you feel cold and bereft
But I can never be a carpet nor a doormat, I'm sorry

I may not be blessed with richness
Nor schooled like the royals
But I am a true friend and an equal

I can be everything if I so desire
Yes, I want to be your friend
But not... your pet.

Sahara of Time...

Sahara of time...

~ ~ ~
Sahara caged within an hourglass...)

~~~

It mirrors what I'm feeling inside,
New ideas that became old and stale.
Luminous spirits that lives within,
Yet not able to shine at all.
Blessed with a heart so generous,
Yet not able to love truly.
Blessed with gentle hands that could mold and create,
Yet not able to reach out and feel.
Blessed with nimble feet yet not able to flee,
Chained down with life's responsibilities.

Blessed with the sweetest of voice,
Yet not able to utter a single word or a note.
Wings of dreams so magnificent,
Yet not able to ride the wind...
Nor the chance to take-off or fly at all.
Pair of eyes that could see far and beyond,
Yet could not stare much longer,
To find out the many colours of the rainbow...

So many constraints in order to live and exist...
To give up something so dear to us
In order to gain flimsy things,
That our society deemed important and of value.
Most would call it many facets of life's injustices
But some would say...
It's a choice; a sacrifice?
I wish I have all the answers; but I don't.
I have only one thing in mind...

"This is life's bitter-sweet reality!"

End

It mirrors what I'm feeling inside...

New ideas that became old and stale.

Blessed with nimble feet yet not able to flee;

Because it was chained down with life's responsibilities.

Wings of dreams that did not have the chance to take-off or fly at all;

Pair of eyes that could see far and beyond,

And yet could not stare longer to find out the many colors of the rainbow...

So many constraints in order to live and exist...

Most would call it many facets of life's injustices.

But I'll say it's a choice,

A sacrifice and the bitter truth of... reality!

When Life Was Simpler Then...

Missed the simple provincial life  I grew  to love,

When land was covered with luscious fruit trees

And roofs covered with reeds and palm fronds.

Where a friendly wind can swirl and whirl with liberty!

Missed the simple provincial life

Like riding a tricycle going to market,

Its noise and peculiar smell of mixed scents of goodies being sold.

The chorale like screams and antics of sellers vying for more customers,

And carrying the traditional BAYONG filled with locally grown vegetables...

Wished I could go back in time,

When life was much simpler then

Yet one could still manage to be contentedly happy!

Life's Simple Pleasures...

Life's simple pleasures, and that is... baking cookies from scratch and sipping a good cup of tea!
Feeling cheery and bursting with energy...must be the sugar rush!!! =)

Love beyond and more...

My love has no birth...No death; only they are reincarnated... Each day, each night, with fresh shimmering words...
By: Subha M. ~ poet ~

Until we meet...

To the wind---I give you my final breath

For I've stayed on this earth for too long

My mortal self weary and shriveled

But not my heart nor my spirit

The heart does not die

 For with it the memory of one true love shall remain.

My eyesight may have dwindled

Or may have faded through the years

But the heart could see far beyond and more
Just like the  rusty strings that had been silenced,
But could still reverberate at the slightest of touch.

As I stand here unmoved

Like the ancient trees of the past

Hands outstreched like the barren branches

Waiting for the final remaining leaf to fall

To be with the rest of the withered leaves

Lay scattered on the ground---forgotten.

With them, I shall be one

Not sad nor remorseful

For I know I have lived and loved

A life not wasted at all

Until my last breath, my love

Until we meet again...