Morning Blues

“You get up early in the morning and you work all day. That is the only secret.”

Philip Glass

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I love my profession, in which pride I take

I like my job, feel grateful for the money I make

Then what is the problem, you might wonder

When I say mornings make me want to crawl under

The covers and snooze in blissful oblivion

In the morning it is hard to find a reason

To get up, get dressed and endure the commute

To my workplace, this idea does not seem to suit

My constitution, even though you might say

If I love my job, I should look forward to each work day

 

I cannot resolve this intriguing conundrum

That though my work is far from being humdrum

Every morning a holiday is on this wish-list of mine

When I wake up, I have  a strong urge to whine

About working so hard when people all around

Are enjoying vacation, their stress unwound

To get through my morning routine timely I struggle

From the parking lot to my desk, my feet I shuffle

 

Once inside my workplace, adequately caffeinated

Positive energy reenters, leaves me rejuvenated

I get galvanized into activity, and am immersed

In work, with efficiency I am well-versed

Gradually my love for work is restored

I am so engrossed that I am never bored

When I leave at the end of the day, I want to return

The next morning, ending my homely sojourn

But the time spent at home just draws me away

From work, and it’s difficult to wake up next day!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Purpose

imageI am restless day in day out
There doesn’t seem much I can do about
My wandering mind, my disquiet soul
I go about searching for my role
In this world, I am trying to find
Somehow, what is it that I am destined
To contribute to the world around me
What is it that would liberate, set me free
From the tyranny of my restlessness
I’m hungry for answers, I must confess..

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That was me, many moons ago
On the threshold of adulthood, ready to go
After improbable dreams on a limb
Trying to pursue every fancy and whim
Restless was I, but I made progress
In narrow definitions of the term, I tasted success
Life went on, and after a few years
Motherhood blessed me with its rewards and fears
Life’s purpose was partially revealed to me
Through my child I would live my legacy
I was not an inventor or leader who could influence
The world at large, but now it made sense
That regardless of whatever else I could do
I could raise a compassionate, kind person too
I could strive for him to grow up to reflect
The best of me, and improve upon my worst aspects
No matter how my destiny played out, I realized
This was my foremost purpose, my greatest prize
In being a parent, I found the answer that I sought
Bringing me peace and an end to my restless thoughts.

I am a supermom

IMG_1178All working mothers, I’m reaching out to you
We are in the same boat, juggling work and home too
Orchestrating lives of our families and our own
Pirouetting precariously, afraid of being thrown
Out of balance by a mild gust of air
One tiny drift from “normal” and beware-
The world we have created collapses around us
Leaving us dealing with tears, meltdowns and fuss
We revise our strategies, plan things anew
It might not work, that would be too good to be true
Then calamity strikes again, keeping us on our toes
Our sanity is threatened, we are in the throes
Of self-reproach, fearing we have failed
From our situation, we’d love to be bailed..

Then once in a while when stars are aligned
Just when you think you are going to lose your mind
Your work-life balance you think is flawed
But your “perfect” life leaves someone awed
And you get the question that you claim you hate-
“How do you juggle so many things on your plate?”
Asked in a tone of wonder, almost reverential
You shrug modestly, glad someone saw your potential
Say you try your best, give your partner credit
You are grinning inwardly, happy they said it
This moment of glory prompts you once more
To morph into the supermom that your kids adore
Suddenly all your trials and tribulations
Seem worthwhile, as a result of this validation.

Losing myself in cities

All cities are mad: but the madness is gallant. All cities are beautiful: but the beauty is grim.

-Christopher Morley

Cities, small and large, modern and old

Cavernous spaces that draw me in their folds

Testaments to human ingenuity and art

Cities- that draw me in and pull me apart

From my myopic sense of identity

Into the swarming ocean of anonymity..

Cities; where I can be invisible and amalgamate

With the crowd, where I can satiate

My desire to give myself an aura exotic

Bond with strangers, leave my neurotic

Sensibilities behind, for I am protected

By my anonymity, I am not expected

To conform to standards of behavior narrow

I feel free to dream, to go with the flow

In cities that are crowded, where no one can spare

The time to inquire about me, no one does care

Confined to narrow streets,  by skyscrapers corralled

I feel liberated, the chaos leaves me enthralled

Strangely enough, in the cacophonous milieu

Of a bustling city, I find inner solitude..

(As I have written before, I love exploring cities all by myself. I love getting lost in the crowds. Not something that happens everyday in the suburbia…)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reconnecting

Nothing is more important than reconnecting with your bliss. Nothing is as rich. Nothing is more real.

Deepak Chopra.

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When I looked back at how far I had come

Who I had been and who I had become

I felt as though I had lost touch

With my old self, I felt there was much

Water that had flowed under the bridge proverbial

My past appeared to exist in a dream, surreal

Was it a change of geography, or values, or mindset?

All of the above in combination, I bet

I longed for a glimpse of the person I had been

To revisualize the world the way she had seen..

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I had not realized how the world wide web

Could draw me in its fold, and dust the cobwebs

That gleamed over the dusty corners of my past

Its power led me back in time at last…

An old, dear friend  found me in cyberspace

This reconnection brought me face to face

With the starry-eyed teenager all of fifteen

For whom the world was full of a bright sheen

Of hope, of promises of good things in store

Unbridled enthusiasm, that she had so much more..

I reconnected with my old friends and was reminded

Of where I came from, my past was now unblinded

The chain reaction of reconnection that began

Led me back to myself, so I could understand

My own journey better, I could reconnect

With my own self, I was able to reflect

On the good, the bad, the best and the worst

The  thing  that was abundantly clear first

Was that I was the same, changes were superficial

What appeared different was quite artificial

Overjoyed was I to rediscover myself this way

This self-actualization made my day!

(P.S. Dedicated to my dear old friend Laxmi)

 

 

 

 

 

Comparison

“Don’t compare your beginning to someone else’s middle.”- Jon Acuff

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I know it is pointless and unfair

I know that I should not compare

Myself with others, but I seem to forget

Quite often, inadvertently I seem to set

Out to compare my life’s circumstances unique

With others, subjecting myself to critique 

Wallowing in abject misery self-inflicted

Later hating myself for being afflicted

With this malady, albeit common, 

Of being tempted to indulge in comparison

Even while counting my blessings it appears

I compare myself to those with more tears

Over time one thing to me has become clear

Compare, and you feel superior or inferior

Neither brings contentment to the heart

It threatens to pull your uniqueness apart..

 

So I have been working to let go

Of this dreadful habit, progress is slow

Less comparison does make me feel better

(Also from spending money it does deter)

One final thought here- with nothing to compare

Yourself to , you can be perfect, that’s only fair!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Playing Dress-up

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Standing before the mirror and playing
Dress-up, all the while silently praying
For no interruptions from my spouse and son
They are in the family room playing games, having fun
While this is my guilty pleasure, where I try
Every permutation and combination under the sky
Of pieces in my wardrobe, jewelry in my closet
This silly drill calms me down when I am upset
In front of the mirror I feel like a little girl all over
Again, rummaging through mom’s dresser
Surreptitiously looking for adornments forbidden
Cosmetics, lipsticks, jewelry, hair ornaments
The prospect of getting caught gave it a sense
Of adventure, being like mom was my favorite pretense
I’ve grown up and now have my own dresser
Reflective of my style, full of things I prefer
Yet the silly pastime of dressing up for no one but me
Has not lost its charm, though I do feel guilty
Thinking of everything else I could do
Run other errands, be involved in pursuit
Of activities more creative, productive or intellectual
In managing my time, I am being ineffectual
Just one more outfit, one more combination
I tell myself repeatedly, then I am done
But playing dress-up has irresistible appeal
So I keep going on, with unparalleled zeal
Until the inevitable happens and I have to run
Downstairs to deal with an inconvenient situation
(The kind that is common with young kids around,
Where spills, broken toys, and tantrums abound)
And I try to tackle the issue; quite inappropriately
Dressed for the occasion in cocktail attire and jewelry
To my frivolous pastime, this marks the end
From my personal heaven to drab reality I descend.

Misunderstanding

“The worst distance between two people is misunderstanding.”- Anonymous

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They were co-workers in the same place

Spending ten hours, sharing the same space

With similar goals in mind, they did share

A camaraderie that at work is probably rare

They worked hard, each other they supported

Towards a common goal both were motivated

Now there were some people, who, like always

Could not help feeling jealous in some ways

Of their friendship, they felt ignored

Anecdotes of these two would leave them bored

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One such individual, one fine day

Trying to generate excitement in some way

Let loose a piece of gossip quite benign

About one friend to the other, drawing a line

Between the two friends, creating  distance

Their friendship would not be the same hence

The seed of doubt germinated once it was sown

 

Out of proportion the gossip was blown

In the mind of the one who had heard

This piece of gossip, believing every word

Never did the listener stop to verify

From the friend whether this was a lie

 

There occurred a quiet transformation

In his demeanor, to his friend’s consternation

But again his friend did not stop to clarify 

The reason behind this behavior, though he wondered why

Thus this misunderstanding pulled them apart

Interactions grew awkward, although at heart

Both longed for each other’s company still

There remained a void others could not fill

**

Months later, when it  was already accepted

That they avoided each other, in a manner unexpected

They found they were alone with each other

Unable to escape, at first neither did bother

To initiate a conversation, but then out of politeness

One struck a conversation, hovering on topics harmless

Almost imperceptibly the conversation took turn

To the gossip that had been the bone of contention

And thus came the chance to clear the dark cloud

Of misunderstanding between them, to get rid of doubt

It was something quite minor, actually ludicrous

Not even worthy of creating that much fuss

The air now clear, the distance between the two

Disappeared, they were back to being friends true!

 

 

 

 

What! Where did all the money go??

“Money is the barometer of a society’s virtue.” – Ayn Rand

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If we woke up one fine day

To find money has gone away

Disappeared, vanished from the face

Of the earth to a black hole in space

Do you think we all would go berserk?

Money is the reason why many of us work

In uninspiring, insipid jobs all our lives

Clocking tedious hours, from nine to five

Where would the motivation for mundane jobs arise?

Without money people would soon realize

There is no merit to doing a job uninspiring

Not getting rewarded for work that is tiring

Might lead to mass quitting, no one would stay

To keep systems running smoothly day after day

The complicated systems devised over centuries

Would degenerate, modern institutions would cease

To function, and mankind would need to return

Gradually to a primitive state, would need to relearn

How to live in a society, of money devoid

Learn again how life can be enjoyed

Without the power of money dominating-

History again man would start creating

But here’s what I think-eventually would be found

A substitute for money, with its influence equally profound

 

This is how I think things would unfold

If money disappeared today, stone cold..

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

 

 

 

 

Unwind

“And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares, that infest the day, Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.” — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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From one task to another I scurry

With plenty to do, I have to hurry

The day goes by in a grayish blur

With not a single moment to ponder

Upon what I am doing and why

All I feel are moments slipping by

At times I feel I have been mechanized

In relentless activity I am galvanized

Until it is time to lay my head

On the pillow, hit my unmade bed

As I close my eyes to finally pray

At the end of a very long day

Even though I work hard throughout

Discontented I feel, without a doubt

I am glad when sleep eventually takes over

Under fitful dreams, my mind takes cover

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I had always been taught to admire

Dedication, industry, a belly full of fire

Working was noble; was my interpretation

Of a meaningful life, in my estimation

Workaholism was a quality to be emulated

Constant work would keep one stimulated

Thus my life I had filled with work relentless

Any time spent idling appeared pointless

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Of course I did not realize when it happened

All of a sudden with burnout I was threatened

I was forced to take a break just for my sanity

Even though at the time it hurt my vanity

Then I discovered, and it was quite a revelation

How time spent at leisure led to rejuvenation

Somehow in my life’s remote control I had

Missed the pause button, but now I was glad

To have discovered what relaxation meant

It was the solution to many an ailment

Real and imaginary, that afflicted me

What I had been missing, I could now see

Now I have learnt to soothe my mind

At the end of the day, I try to unwind

And do nothing but reflect on my day

Calm down before my prayers I say..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Confessions of a soccer mom

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Watching my son struggle with the ball
I cringe inwardly, I hate to see him fall
Like every parent, with every ounce of my soul
I want him to succeed every time, score every goal
He is trying hard, that much I can see
To the very best of his somewhat limited ability
He is only five, competition not yet a word
In his vocabulary, he is still guileless in this world
He has not yet succumbed to peer pressure
He can still play a game for sheer pleasure..
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When I get disappointed, I have to remind
Myself, this is not about me, I have to find
The right balance between pushing and letting go
Letting him learn to deal with the highs and the lows
I am his cheerleader, the one with the loudest voice
But how he handles a sport is ultimately his choice
I have to be careful never to weigh him down
With my expectations, even if reasonable they sound
He is learning to kick the ball, that’s true
But on the field he is learning life’s lessons too
To fall, and get up, to never lose sight
Of the ultimate goal, to keep up the fight
When he does not play well and I get upset
I set a wrong example, he does not learn to accept
Disappointment, which in life is inevitable
In every walk of life, this rule is applicable
**
Thus while my son soccer and life’s lessons learns
I learn valuable parenting lessons in turn..

What motivates me..

A creative man is motivated by the desire to achieve, not by the desire to beat others.

Ayn Rand

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I have been trying to find what exactly

Is it that has motivated me

To get out of my comfort zone and seek

To climb yet another peak

In the past- I am trying to find

The impetus given to my mind

That propelled me to seek adventures new

I need to know, I really do

Now that stuck in a rut I feel

Unmotivated, I’ve been waiting for life to reveal

An exciting opportunity that I can capture

Something that can send me into rapture..

That is not happening and so I need

To be proactive and find inspiration indeed

That would galvanize me towards a goal

Bring succour to my restless soul..

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Feeling uninspired, ultimately one day

I decided, to my own dismay

I could not climb another mountain

I could not push myself again

I could not accomplish another feat

I would be contented in my current seat-

What happened next is ironic, I’d say

Just saying to myself “I could not” paved the way

For me to get over inertia profound-

Suddenly motivation came around

And once again I found myself neck deep

In an exciting project, oblivious of rest or sleep

It became my most ambitious venture to date

Another achievement I found on my plate!

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With this rigmarole all I wanted to convey

Is that what motivates me every day

Is an inner critic that whispers in my ear

“This is beyond your capability, my dear”

To prove the critic wrong, the fighter in me

Takes on this serious responsibility

And pushes me forward relentlessly

Until a new pinnacle is reached by me!