15.6.11

The Helping Hand

How far would you go,
To lend a Helping Hand?
To lighten a burden,
To wipe a tear?

Would you walk the extra mile,
Give up your cloak even?
Or would you look, but not see,
And walk away?

Would you donate a smile,
To an eye that has seen none?
Or would you turn deaf,
At the plea of an outstretched arm?

The Helping Hand is a funny thing,
Its not at all a hand, you see.
From a listening ear to a teddy bear hug,
The Helping Hand, its free.

Sometimes its needed by family and friends,
A stranger might be in need.
The only condition for a Helping Hand,
Is its unconditonality.

Be it extended to someone nearby,
Or someone in Tuni,
The Helping Hand is hope and love,
Through us, from the Almighty.




This poem was written for Scottish Love in Action (SLA), the founder of which, Gillie Davidson, is a dear friend.

2.6.11

Beware of the Kumars

Yes you, I'm talking to you, clicking away. Beware of us. I run when I see you, and my better half looks for things that might chase you away. Now how much clearer can we get? Yet, you keep showing up. Its a sorry thing to say, but we don't like you.

I mean, you find ways and means to disturb us with your eyeballing. Seriously, why do you do that? And your pasty face is not exactly 'joy forever' material. And your fingers..and the nails on them..I get the creeps.

Go. Leave. Scram. Shoo. Adios.

And could you please not get all panicky whilst you do that? It compromises my image of a 'strong woman' when I run hither and thither screeching like a giant iguana (which I'm sure you'll like). Do you think it makes me happy to gather my skirts and stand on a chair, just to ensure that in your panic you don't do something stupid like ccccliiimmbbb uuuupppp mmmmyyyy lllleeeeegggg. See, just typing that made life drag for me. Ewwwwwwwwwwwww.


Its nothing personal lizard, its just the way we are.

Agendas and winning

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