On the art of attraction

Opposite attracts

When it complements

But not

When it seeks to upend

Never trying to make amends

 

imadon@ 2009

It’s so nice to be back where I belong

If night could turn to day
I would be
Making a living
Relaxing on a boat on the lake
Or on the islands just chilling
But alas
That is not what
I am about this day

I am making my list
And checking it thrice
Of things to do
As if I were at
The end of my life

This sense of passion
Will void any inaction
So am making my list
And checking it thrice
Ensuring the things listed
Are all just right

imadon @ 2008

Life is too short to have sorrows

There are but 60 seconds in a minute

60 minutes in an hour

24 hours in a day

365 in a year

This we know

What we at times forget

Is that there is but not enough
Time to love

Not for a minute

A day

or a year

Should be wasted
In this never ending quest
To share love

imadon @ 2008

Imagining a dream

Then you dream
Dreams that you sometimes
Remember
Other times they are fulfilled
Even without you remembering
Them in their glorious totality

Then at the end of your dream
You wonder what next
But what next is to dream
Because as long as
There is life
There are always dream
Yet to be dreamt

imadon@ 2008

Conversing with my mother

I remember asking my mother
What would be her one wish
For Mother's Day
She thought for a moment then
Said with a smile
'Not another brunch, or event'

All she wanted
Was to share the day
With her family and friends
And be sure they were safe
Whether they were home
Or traveling far far away

imadon @2008

Sky Juice

Nothing makes me feel

As close to mother earth as sky juice

That sweet natural water from the skies

When the rain fell

I was in the middle of a searing hot sidewalk

To my left was an open space

void of plants

Ready to be filled

With the most modern of buildings

To my right was traffic

Vehicles were going here and there

Ebbing and flowing to the rhythm of the rush hour traffic

Then the rain fell

For a moment

I felt the urge to run for cover

Instead of having my head

My hands, my being

Soaked with sky juice

Manna from the skies

And I felt blessed

For I was soaked with sky juice

The manna from the sky

Imadon@2008

Favourite songs from way back when

Mistakes are inevitable

But what we do after the fact

Defines who we are

Quitting is never the right option

If we are to learn from our mistakes

We cannot quit trying

Instead we must fix the problem

By Acknowledging our mistake

We can Learn from them

And move on

Growing from strength to strength

And not wallowing in self pity

Remember always that even the blind

Can see when things are wrong

Imadon @ 2008