This is me...

I am a neuron I am a whale, I am a person, I'm prone to fail. It's this kind of self forgiving mantra I use to remind myself that it's great to dream but it's also OK to have it not work out.  Everyone is flawed and talented all together and it's the whims of fate that determine the outcome. So the only option besides dying of fatigue is to trust the universe.  It will all well out in the end because that's what defines the end of the struggle. Like how things are always in the last place you look because then you stop looking. It's written into the question as a fact about the outcome. All things come to pass is another related truth.  So eventually, everyone will be ok. I can't wait to see it. 

Things like spoons carry more meaning than a family crest, "the bent one", the odd one" and so forth. Slippers in good condition make a happy ever after and the prime spot on the couch is the iron throne (with remote control privileges). The everyday is where we dwell so why not exalt it instead of disdain it. 

I sometimes wonder if monty is watching his diet because he can be very fussy and doesn't really gain weight. Would this be an instinct or learned behaviour? He has all sorts of leftovers at his disposal but he has no inner gobbling labrador and remains austere with himself. His failing however, is midnight snacking and 3am pooing 🤦🏻‍♀️ ever since he was a pup! 

Why should the Vatican and all sorts of temples be staffed only by males? What about lifting the gender ban and opening the gates to females as well? What about female monks and male nuns?! Gender doesn't need to be divisive if it gets removed from the conversation. Countless studies and society itself have proven gender equality so why are institutions so slow to catch up with the facts? Let's get this ball rolling. Meanwhile for the next generation roll out barbies for boys and action men for girls! Let's get our under utilised population pumping with productivity. Say no to hate and say yes to open doors. 

Skip to main content Search Poems Find and share the perfect poems. Page submenu block The Hollow Men Load audio player T. S. Eliot 1888 – 1965 A penny for the Old Guy                               I We are the hollow men  We are the stuffed men  Leaning together Headpiece filled with straw. Alas! Our dried voices, when  We whisper together  Are quiet and meaningless As wind in dry grass  Or rats’ feet over broken glass In our dry cellar Shape without form, shade without colour.  Paralysed force, gesture without motion; Those who have crossed With direct eyes, to death’s other Kingdom Remember us—if at all—not as lost  Violent souls, but only  As the hollow men                        ...

A mug, a basic mug, a simple mug, can be a symbol of resistance... It can be from the working man's tea room, the office coffee corner, the presidential suite. It stands for rest, respite and recharge. Where would we be without the simple mug? Delivering to us our caffeine, the nectar of aging brains. I have been thinking this type of a thought for as long as I can remember (or not remember) and maybe longer again. Everything we need to upstart and revolt and return is already here. We have it at our disposal, just lend your creativity and your hopeful wishes and I'll lend mine.