When is the party tonight?

My heads is spinning, eyes really burning

Some things are being made tough, why oh why

I have to work and work I do

Can’t accommodate space with other who are flexed out too

How much should I absorb?

When I have no cushion for any windfall

An emotional and physical torture

Free from it perhaps is better

Have to be kind to myself too

As I run the engine all day through

So being burnt out is not the best

Grab a pizza, read a book, show videos and lay low

Nurturing your family is not always an outing

But being relaxed while on it is not a miss.

(Rants on coordinating parties :) )

Shorts and Skirts

Many a years ago, I used to jump walls and roof tops, that‘s my “game“
A girls manicured world was lame, pink was just not me, please
I ran,sweat and grimed myself, with my “bestie“ just ahead
And then he had to go away, I no longer wanted to bounce and frown

Few years down the tube, I changed into a pink lil‘ madame you know
My hair was brushed, my clothes were prim, I knew the drill a lady should
A lad I see look straight into me, I was walking and he cycling
Was it my face, or my lace, prehaps the pinkie toe nail had clipped

It happened again, the next day but I knew then it wasen‘t me.
A call after years to my “besties“ place, confirmed to him that it was I who he chased.
A dish a dush, a “whats wrong with you, cant you tell me from me?“
An apology I didnt hear but a “I‘m in love, what do I do“

He was sent back to his sense, made to see that we were “besties“ to be.
Dont break this one and try another one, be best with what you always were.
Was I delerious to say these words, prehaps I was but didnt want worse.
I wanted no change, in my mind he was always my treasured best.

(In the end, I lost my “bestie“ as a friend, I didnt have him as any one else)

Do I show what lies beneath?

Why do I choose not to reveal, all that is within me
I keep some, I share some, not the same with everyone

You may do the same too, pick and choose for whom
Familiarity it is not, a stranger might hear a lot

Why do I then, use discretion every now and then
What makes me say, what makes other say,un guarded

I am scared, yes its true, I have flawed so its layered in
I cant say I care less about judgementals,

They may be more than hurting tones, but breaking ties
You may say that I need not heed to protect who aint that accepted me

I have secrets and so do you, we maintain a harmony within that too
Just let it be, your not hurting another with publicity!

The Known in the Unknown

Do all relationships need a name, a brand or a class,

 What was the electric shock I felt when in the crowded train,

The gravity defying escalator ride churning me inside out?

 I felt sweet thorns when I walked down the street, knowing well that you were looking at me

I choose to not acknowledge you are there; my heart was racing miles and miles

Did I not show I wanted to be held, not by words but my eyes bled?

In the comforting embrace within your shell, I want to be held, held, held

Would you turn your back at me, when you know I need you forever to be?

My shadow that moves all around me, my reflection you will see

But you are not me, but pray be you, but be near me, whisper to me

I will giggle and blush and flush, with each soft touch

You mean to me, more than I mean to myself; 

But don’t ask me a name, brand or class, for that I cant’ ever tell, never want to know

Just take me for me and I for you, we leave it there and that's where it will be.