Something happened a week ago and I was again reminded that
“life is never tomorrow, life is always today, time you never can borrow by wishing the moments away”..
I have written so much over the years and I wanted to share it, but it took this experience to give me the push I needed, to start my blog…..
Anyway, I better go and do my motherly duties.
These grapes were lovingly hand picked from our orchard and hung to dry in our kitchen. They are moscatel grapes and full of super goodness as the roots of these long established grapevines go down at least 6 feet! Thus they have an abundance of nutrients to filter into this fruit of the gods…
There is a pain I have seen, in every soul
No one escapes it once they are born
Shades of black and shades of grey
Colour our souls from day to day
Misery thrusted into each others hearts
People everywhere falling apart
Pain from lovers,pain from health
Pain caused by lack of wealth
deep and swirling its captured we
Like Iron from a Magnet we can’t break free
Till death we are partners our pain and we
Your name is Ego man?
In the mirror I see you everyday
You look at me with pride and joy
I tell you you’re a gorgeous boy
You tell me of your conquests all
And my head size increases all by all
India means so much to me …
Her beauty is breathtaking
From her mountains to her deserts
From her cultures to her variety of races
From her history to her art she has stolen many hearts
She is pure inspiration to those who seek to be king
Over their minds, emotions, high on a spiritual swing
From the Sikh Gurus to the Sufis, with love did they sing
Praises of God with open wings
The Jains and the Buddhists, the Parsees, the Jews
The Hindu Yogis, they love India too
She is all embracing
Islam and Christianity are her friends too
Have I missed someone out? Some religion some sect?
I know mother India, she will not forget.
Her memory seduces folks like me and you
She knows how to win our mind and emotions
She knows all will fall in love
No need for love potions
It is a land of extremes too
In every sense it seems
From the poor to the rich
From the cold to the heat
From the mountains to the plains
From the Taj to the Slums
From the sinners to the saints
It is a dynamite of emotions
His ugliness is heartbreaking
He is the land of Castes and Sati
He is the land of female infanticide
He is the land of dowries and burning brides
His cruelty to women led me to take a step outside
India gave birth to me, and taught me so much.
I thank you for being you. Perfect, you are not.
I love you, I need to, see you grow strong.
No slave to no man or culture but God.
I love you India!