Wednesday, March 31, 2010

London Underground

In the underground,
travelling is a culture.

Click clacks everywhere.
Walking in haste.
Ipod's playing crazily.
Timeless classics in hands,
and now even in ears.

Mother with child,
pushing a stroller-chair,
hoping someone friendly
would help them down the stairs.

Like a time-bomb, minutes go-by,
in the underground.
Any delay or standby,
has a frustrating effect.
Each train operating at the heart beat of another.
like the blood running through our veins.
A single block can cause infinite problems.

Never have I seen such an amazing transporting system,
connecting us to every part of the city,
making travelling achievable,
creating new possibilities,
drawing out a brand new culture.

Now we can stay connected.

Monday, March 08, 2010

Her eyes

As I gently draw the purple curtains,
her deep set eyes open.
Blue as the evening sea,
and grey as a cloudy sky.

She looks and thoughts fill her mind.

In awe, she remains calm.

Saturday, March 06, 2010

Two hearts

The sound of hearts beat.
Two hearts.
One fast - like a chugging train.
the other one faster - like a race horse.

The clock ticks,
at the labour ward.

Across the hall you hear,
the screams of a woman,
the constant military like encoragement,
and a baby cries,
crying as it awakes into a brand new world.

I see the look on her face,
fear slipping in,
flooding her mind with traumatic thoughts,
panicking - just a little.

Sudden pain steps in,
blocking out all worries,
and for a minute or so,
she can think of nothing else,
but the pain.

The pain - unbearable.
Every second influencing her,
to succumb to an anaesthetic drug.
Although against the idea,
she frees herself from the pain.

Epidural - the world's most useful drug.

Injecting its way into her body,
numbing her waist down,
easing the pain, almost immediately.

She sleeps...
dreaming of what is to come,
dreaming of meeting her baby for the first time.

Hearts beat.

Hours pass and slowly the pain returns,
this time bearable.

20 hours of pain, discomfort, nausea, anxiety, fear, and impatience...

Finally using every bit of energy in her,
she pushes in a hurry to meet her baby...

For a moment, both hearts stop beating.
One in unbelievable shock,
the other in awe at the sight of a brand new world.

Breaking this moment,
the baby cries...

Holding her baby in her arms for the first time,
she relaxes,
and baby's crying eases.

Mother and baby,
at the comfort of each other,
close their eyes and rest.

Two hearts beating together.

- end-

I witnessed a birth for the first time a few days ago. It was a new experience.
I wrote this poem for the new mother...

Monday, March 01, 2010


My pulse is beating rapidly
beads of sweat form on my brow.
my shirt - untucked.

I pick a steel glass of ice water,
and pour it down my shirt.
the water flows down my body,
numbing each part it touches.

I turn up my I tunes player,
a glass of chilled white wine in hand,
I close my eyes,
and let my mind wander,
into a world of unimaginable peace,
free from the world's worries,
free from emotional pain,
free from the unmanageable heat,
and best of all,
free from the workings of my restless mind...

I hear the sound of thunder.
It wakes me.

Time to put on some Rob Thomas and enjoy the rain...