Walls.

All three of them I see

Whenever I look up

I see nothing but walls

Turn around, and again I see

The walls, that block my sight

Is there a way I can look beyond

Is there a way I can break them down

Is there a way to climb over them

These walls that cloister me

Is there happiness that lies beyond

Or is it a life more wretched out there?

Is there a world in the wild open spaces

Is there a living I can make out there?

Painted white in glossy shades

On one side an orangish blaze

All the colour and snazzy hues

Do nothing at all to be my muse

Is there a way I can break them down?

Is there a life without these walls

Is there a freedom I do not know

Imprisoned – by these walls around.

M. V. J. Simon 2013

I am my family

There’s a new trend happening. The emergence of ‘singletons’. The ones who believe in self. The ones who live for themselves. The “Self” ish I’cons’ who live by their own rules.

Perhaps it is a natural progression. Or the effects of government propaganda which began decades ago to curtail population. “We two, ours three” became “We two, ours two” and then on “One family, one child.”

Somewhere along the way, due to some clerical error, we forgot that the typical Indian family means father, mother, grand parents, uncles, aunts, great grand parents, great grand uncles and aunts, their kids, cousins once, twice and thrice removed and all the in-laws and those outlawed by the great big Indian family, jointed or disjointed.

Anyway, the singletons are here. And looks like there are here to stay.

So here we go;

I am my family

I, me, my own self

I have no progeny

Coz’ I am my family.

I am my family

I make my rules, my home, my life

I want no company

Coz’ I am my family

I am my family

I owe it to nobody

I live my life the way I want

I am the family

I am my family

I live life the way I die

Alone in life

And alone in the grave, I’ll lie

With no regrets, after all

I am my family.

 M V J Simon 2013

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Healing spirit

Every time I fall down

And get a bruise

I swab it with a nice dose of you

It burns but I know it’ll be fine soon

Every time I fall ill

I get a prick with a needle

Skin wiped clean with you

I know I’ll get well soon

Every time I get dumped

By an insensitive soul

I drown my tears

In a keg full of you

Lovely spirit

The healing power of you!

©M V J Simon 2013

Self-made

From dust and grime he arose

With his skin thickened

With callus and insults

Unmindful of the hurt

Holding on to a dream

That would be his to achieve

From the darkest depths

The inky blackness

The cold terror of the unknown

Thrashed around by waves

Rocked and hurled against stones

Helpless and small

He held on tight to his dream

With every hurt, he grew

With every singe he hardened

With every welt he toughened

With every tear drop he wiped away

He emerged stronger

Radiant, glowing

Wild pearl – self made.

MVJ Simon  2012