Smooth

I love the smooth machinations of my country
The double escalators from the first doors of the cabin at morning peak hour ... the bold clear arrows signalling how to line up
The clear persistent polite voices of the mrt heralders herding people to the centre of the car with their voice..  knowing we listen to loud kindly patient firm voices ... we like being told what to do.

The lush forests in cool comfort with no bugs
We have perfected the art
Of keeping the best
Pruning the rest

Am I setting up such a machine too? 

I read it again . Can you beleive it. I was called a poet yesterday

Applaud the poet.
Haha
That was me!

I wrote a cool poem that I enjoyed writing.
And I read a poem I I had wanted to read.

And a few sweet people actually cheered for me.

Life is good. Haha.

In my universe

In my universe
I see
Shiva smear ash as he prepares his dance

In my universe
I see him
Flick the 7 and 1/2 planets to their designated places

In my universe
I see him
lift his blue green jewel
Encase it in bubble wrap
And place it Precisely
Third from the sun, watching it with his third eye

Blue

Did you know
Earth is only as strong as it's atmosphere
That we live in a literal bubble
That asteroids and meteorites are zooming past our blue green planet and just bouncing off the atmosphere

And that
It's so cold up there in Uranus / Neptune
That if you fell you would shatter into a millions shards of blue ice before you not the blue seas of liquid methane

Blue shards of ice
On blue oceans of methane
Set the planet Neptune aglow

On planet Neptune burn oceans of blue methane
Here earth is awash in blue green oceans with salt
One to freeze and shatter you
One to work with you . It can kill you.
Oceans awash in silt and salt and liquid gas
All just one universe

Shiva smears blue ash as he dances his cosmic dance 

and the planets fly to their designated spaces

he twirls earth 

Kids get me each time

Today Ashwin said " aatha I want to wake up at 5 o clock and  go for a walk with you to find dew drops!"

Awww

And my sweet daughter says she wants to learn about systems.. which system the voice box belongs to... why some can't speak! When I asked her why this interest she said she wants to know why shriya our neighbour can't speak

Poisonous calculativeness

A beautiful fun night of fun
Spoiled by a petty argument over the worst of devils money
When i didn't k ow I was clueless and happy go lucky about money
Didn't feel it didn't know
Earned and spent happy happy

And then I saw
I knew and the seed was planted
I am paying more per month for the family

Why should I
Has he planned it this way
That horrible story I read. Was there truth in it in my own family.
Is he so calculative
That he will refuse to pay for things he seems is mine to pay

The horrible seed grew and grew
I watered it with fears and jealousies
And then
It all burst out

And I have been blind to all the good things he does and pays for
I've made his aware and scared of this monster within me

I realise I had a lot of assumptions
And a lot of competing beliefs fighting within me
Like I had assumed he was paying  more per month
That he would
That the man's role is that.
But that does not gel with my personal goal of self sufficiency.
So then I guess I want fairness
But there can be no fairness in a marriage
One party should and will do more than the other in one or more areas
In those households where the man pays for all the woman does most of the housework
So..
I need to take deep breaths and go back to my old self. The caring "lavish self" who earned and spent without thought.

What I want to be when I grow up

My kids were discussing what they want to be when they grow up. Thr6 had a wide range of beautiful things . Including wall painter dancer .
Then my three year old asked me what I want to be when I grow up.
And I'm charmed and thrilled that she thinks I can still grow up ! And i give it a go. Okay a writer. A pianist. A painter.

Lessons from my children

So you know the four questions right . My son is very very annoyed by me offering him options when he pauses or jumps to most recent experiences.
He said so clearly to me " you are not letting me think when you answer the questions"!!!!
Slap slap slap for me! What I'm telling other not to do I'm doing myself!

Oceans

On planet Neptune burn oceans of blue methane
Here earth is awash in blue green oceans with salt
One to freeze and shatter you
One to work with you . It can kill you.
Oceans awash in silt and salt and liquid gas
All just one universe

Melt melt heart

My two kutty babies made my heart melt today.

I'm not wel.havemt been well for 4 days now so have sleeping apart from them.

The littlest one asked me today

Are you sick aatha
Will you make me sick if I hug you
But I love you so much I want to hug you!

Then my son came back from grandma's house. First he beamed to see I was still awake. Then he said
I don't mind being sick aatha please hug me! Akshaya and aishu don't want to fall sick so don't hug thwm. I don't mind so please hug me!!!

My sweetie cutie pies!!!!

Ruminations

Let me now ruminate upon the force if atmosphere to keep meteorites out but nothing beneath to protect ourselves from bombs on earth.

God gave us atmosphere
To keep in heat and warmth
To keep out wildly flying projectiles of rocks and stones. Meteorites that could easily annihilate a country ,  A continent. He gave us brains to protect ourselves from self destruction within the enclosure of atmosphere
Alas. We could not use those brains for protection.  Only daft destruction . And so we proceed to blast holes in our planet ourselves . As God shakes his head. Thinking. Is this why I enclosed you in bubble - to keep you safe from projectiles without while you self abhiliate within! Perhaps it's time to start over. Back to the drawing board for me

These flying debris create craters on a regular basis on other planets ... but not earth.

The ideal lit classroom

What do you envision as the ideal lit classroom?
Is it one where the students are in neat rows listening and copying attentively as the teacher tells students the meaning of the text?

Or would it be one where the teacher and students are engaged in robust discussion on interpretations of the text?

For most of us wr may say the second though we may fall back to the first more often than not.

The 2019 syllabus challenges us to take the first step towards creating the exciting and invigorating learning experience described in the latter.

It is one where students are actively engaged , interrogating the text

The moon

The moon now pale as
clouds in the sky, crystal cut
showing half it's face

The moon rises now
pale as the clouds,crystal cut
Showing half its face.
Drop by drop rain falls slowly,
I gather my thoughts, write poetry.

Drop by drop rain falls slowly,
I gather my thoughts, write poetry.
Night darkens the clouds...
Smouldering embers or now
Ruby tinged, the moon glows

Drop by drop rain falls slowly,
I gather my thoughts, write poetry.
Night darkens the clouds...
The moon glistens, ruby tinged,
A curved flame overhead

Drop by drop rain falls slowly,
I gather my thoughts, write poetry.
Clouds smudge the dark night...
Incandescent the moon glows
Ruby tinged , alive

Drop by drop rain falls slowly,
I gather my thoughts, write poetry.
Clouds smudge the dark night
Incandescent like the moon;
My thoughts -  ruby-tnged.

JJ haiku

Just say:  Sim J J
Think - Circles, Ecosystems
See... the S L S

Just say:  Sim J J
Think - Circles, Ecosystems
Do... the S L S

Just say:  Sim J J
Think - Circles, Ecosystems
Feel.. the S L S

Think. the Sim J J
Feel. Circles, Ecosystems
Do. the S L S

Think. Of Sim J J
Feel. Circles, Ecosystems
Do. the S L S

Inspired by Janet

Legs short and stumpy
Brains overcompensating
You inspire me
Or
You are sim j  j