Haiku

masks

the masks have always been there

the kinds we could never see

the smile with the sad eyes

the lips with fake promises

were all masks

but

I prefer the ones I am wearing now

against the virus

for

my expressions are no longer visible

and

the freedom to be me

is liberating

grains of sand

ensconced in my sarong

reminiscent of the beach summer

a few grains of sand

Fifties

Ah! How I love my fifties

My looks are good enough for me

And

I don’t need male glances

To tell me

I am beautiful

am I happy

I burn

with jealousy and hatred

when

you succeed and I don’t

for

I am human

but deep inside

I am happy for you

No fame no pain

I don’t want fame

And too much money

I don’t need People

to recognise

me

as I grow old

for I just want to settle down

With my own family

Without unwanted human

interactions

from fellow humans

Who

Just give pain

I write, I blog

late at night

alone in my room

I think

of the millions of fellow humans

far away

and

I try to reach out to them

I yearn to form a bond

so

I write, I blog

in the hope

that one day

I shall come across a life changing encounter

with someone out there

that will change my life forever

 

 

 

 

 

 

connection

walking along

the crowded roads

a sea of people

in their own worlds

a microcosm

they carry

with them,

detached…

…yet connected…

by life

read my mind

if you could

look

into my heart

and

read my mind

maybe

you would

never

hurt me

lullaby

those sleepless nights

twisting and turning

in bed

ghosts of the past

giving me company

and me

waiting

for 

the  angels

to sing 

me a lullaby