For my stubborn kingfisher

Hey wicked yet sweet birdie I almost finished decorating our nest Did throw all reminiscense of ur vices Bring honey instead of wine for the little birdies and a rose for ur devilish critic Lets start a brand new mallu story my love sarcastically and unapologetically urs she kingfisher

Soulmate

He was like the flames out from the burning fire He was like a strong wind so difficult to harness He was like the tapping of the torrent rain....... And she like an innocent child Wanted to touch and feel the depths of the elements She knew there is a spot as melting as a candle, as soft as a gentle breeze and as moist as dew drops Ready to give comfort and protection spreading light, fragrance and freshness to her soul....... When she tried to reach for the flames he hid himself in the day When she tried to embrace the wind he blown himself away When she tried to hold the rain drops he poured himself out in the wasteland And one sober day He vanished mysteriously Leaving her perplexed and lonely She searched her soul to find The answer to the puzzle or riddle...... Seasons passed and on a bright morning Like a prince, emerged her beloved other half mirroring her old buddy And blessed her life forever.

Iam a stone

Iam a stone I search for the hands that once tickled me and caressed me fondly You Rain and Fire! How can i forget you who put fire on my emotions a thousand times How can i forget you who rained on me a hundred times to the tune and dance of gentle breeze I go weak yet i get up to regain my confidence When you were giving pleasure to your eyes my heart the stones heart was bleeding Iam fully a stone now I touched the rain drops and gazed in awe at the red dots of fire I dwelve deep to find A touch of love A word of care A smile of naughtiness A gist of giggle I can forgive the betrayal Take away the harshness And dubious chauvanism Deliberate attempts of jealousy creation The love is lost but iam not lost Iam a forgiving stone Come back to me clean and fresh Iam waiting

Writing after four years

Dear all, hope all is well at your end. Iam writing exactly after four years so many things have happened in everyones lives including mine now iam mother of two kids finally god has granted my wish upon seeing my touching and yearning poems and prayers my inner cries reached the mountains and now iam awake trying not to wake my toddlers never thoght parenting is such a wonderful yet crankier affair each day is a discovery trial and errors indeed i really wish to hear from you, your views on parenting in the new era love u all urs shabs

Wishes

I wish to be the rhythm of the drizzle to hide my tear drops I wish to be a mesmerizing dream to seal my yesterday’s laughter I wish to be the waves of the ocean to snatch away memories to the depths I wish to be a gale of wind to be with my other half I wish to be the soil on earth to blossom a being I wish to be a twinkling star to smile at the world I wish to be a note of silence to sing my life’s story………

Pre Ramadan thoughts!

Basking on the warmth of care and attention at home, I reflect on my life, blessed yet eventful I couldn’t help thanking the people whose gentle acts made a heap of difference…….I lower my gaze as in trance filled with gratitude…..my beloved parents who gave me good education and values, affectionate siblings and the puck (my little sis )…….my cousin in the IT Industry who had referred me to a start up firm in Trivandrum when I have just finished my graduation……..My boss who has given a boost to my career by giving opportunities and always encouraged to study further……..my colleague whose intelligence and bullying instilled an urge for perfection……my cousin who took the pain to deliver the gift on my wedding eve even after meeting with an accident……. My spouse who unraveled a world of freedom ,wonder and passion………Sanads Philippino friends kind act when we had difficulty finding accommodation in the initial phase abroad……. The pieces of advice, criticism, genuine support and appreciation from the managers at my workplace in sharjah………. The cute ever loving and helping Doctor in Sharjah……..my colleagues who had supplied me with books to weather my toughest and lonely days…..the sober and soothing waves along the sharjah corniche that swabbed my tears…….The MD of the IT firm in Dubai who has given the freelancing writing assignment……..Sanads friends unselfish act of introducing the dignitary, the privilege to associate……….Now here iam with a beautiful life with ups and downs with laughter and sighs…more like a fairy tale……My heartfelt thanks to all of you out there…… let me welcome the holy month with this note of gratitude filling its fragrance!

Redundancy tales of a fantasist

Hi All,

Hope you are doing good, sorry for not updating my blog for quite some time. From today onwards for a specific period I would be pretty regular in my postings… the specific period is till I land up in my new job, though even now iam pretty busy ( who said the unemployed are idle, devising a new time management itself is a time consuming act especially when you know you don’t have to jump out of bed to be in office on time, and no meetings or deadlines to meet or gossip at the break time…..all these are fading to distance….and you juggle your household chores busy scanning the right openings in the newspaper and sites and prepare the database….fix the right time to send it out with your resume where your achievements and experience smiles at your still photograph…..then attending the interviews…..researching their background through the site…..locating the interview premise, the biggest headache…..so I feel jobseekers have to burn extra calories than those who are on the job)

Thursday was my last day at the office I have bid farewell to all my colleagues and when the company vehicle dropped me at my stop, suddenly I felt a surge of pang, I don’t know what was the reason, recession is following me and striking, when I reached home I felt iam all alone in this vast universe, a feeling of dizziness, I knew I am capable of facing challenges, iam bold and strong willed if I feel I need something dearly I make it a point to obtain it at any cost, through the right way and through hard work.

I saw so many dreams on that day I saw myself floating in the water, I logged on to the dream interpreter site it said To dream that you are lost at sea, suggests that you are drifting around in life without any direction. You are feeling overwhelmed by emotions.
Next day I was on track, I can keep recession reveries at bay, I have got an interview call and I have attended it, while I was showing my work samples the Manager jovially asked me is it u pointing the blogger profile picture, I said its pseudo photo, anyway thanks to him, I will be putting my original photograph from today onwards……revealing my true identity.


So dear readers do post your feedback and stay in touch
Lovingly and job huntingly yours

Shabs