Farewell, Snow….it’s time to watch the flowers grow

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Snow! Get thee gone.. away, I say,
Takest thou, the cold and icy ways.

For thou art harsh, hard and hefty
On the heart and health.. Oh, leave us be!

Thy gusty winds doth awake the chills;
Thou freeze the air, begone! ..and take thy ills.

We’ll not make merry whilst thou spread the flakes,
We’ll brush and shovel, no matter the time it takes.

Granted, thy veil of white doth look so enchanting,
But, by overstaying your welcome, just misery brings.

Your arrival was a blessing, that I must say;
Your beauty, your charm, the fun – you made our day!

The hilarity, the joy, the giggles and much laughter,
Aye, ’tis you, the bringer of this ‘funster’ bluster!

But, now, alas, dear snow, you must go, go, go!
The crowds have had enough of snow, snow, snow!

So now fare thee well, adieu, you fifty shades of white,
Throngs await Spring and the warm sunshine bright.

O Snow, we shall await your new season – Winter – in all its glory,
Oh, yes, all agog, with bated breath – just you wait and see!

 

Maloquacious © 2016

It’s not whether we win or lose, but how we play the game

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Oh, yes!

Life has taught me well. It has enriched me. Nourished me. And, on occasions, astounded me. If I were to say: “Life, how dost thou surprise me? Let me count the ways.” Alas. I would not be able to do so, because there are countless ways. It’s as simple as that.

Besides taking me on my best adventure ever, life has shown me that no matter what, there will always, always be ups and downs, highs and lows, crests and troughs. Sunshine. Rain. Sunny days. Stormy days. Indeed, yes. Without a shadow of a doubt. It’s absolute. This ‘turbulence’ is all part of the package and adds to the thrill and zing of life.

The trough toughens us, the crest invigorates us – surely that’s what life is all about….a roller coaster ride. It is rather similar to that of a train journey – stopping at a variety of scenic and non-scenic stations; halting at sights that are desirable to the soul or at panoramas which cause great discomfort to the spirit. All of them toss in that precious bit of ingredient that is so essential to the recipe of life.

Moreover, life would certainly be drab, if there were no challenges to face or no adversities to go through. Their presence in life is what makes an individual strong and disciplined. In fact, it is the hottest fires that forge the hardest steel. As Aristotle put it: “The beauty of the soul shines out when a man bears with composure one heavy mischance after another, not because he does not feel them, but because he is a man of high and heroic temper.”

Adversities are there to test your strength, gauge your perseverance and measure your determination. When you finally overcome trials and tribulations, you feel a fantastic sense of self achievement and self accomplishment. On arriving at the end of the tunnel, you bow your head in gratitude and savour the comforting light. You are more sensitive to others’ feelings and more appreciative to life, in general. For having lived through both the bad times and the good, you can fully enjoy the powerful transformation of the new you. Humility prevails. Compassion reigns. In short, you transform into a better person, more contented.

In addition, these diverse experiences allow you the freedom to react differently to each particular situation. Eventually, through time you become to realise that your response affects your everyday life. For instance, dealing positively to a given situation will result in a positive attitude. A positive attitude, ultimately, puts you in a happy frame of mind. So watch your actions, be aware of your thoughts, and, simply, endeavour to live a life of contentment by taking one day at a time. Moreover, at all times, be grateful.

After all, everyone in this world must endure this ‘up and down’ existence. It all tots up to the thrill and excitement of this fabulous adventure that we call ‘Life’ – the very reason why you and I walk the earth. In other words, we/you are being constantly tested….spiritually, physically and mentally.

How will we fare in this important examination, eh?

Well, that just depends.

It’s not whether we win or lose, but how we play the game.

For my part, I aim to do my best.

And..

What about yourself? What is your game plan?

Pause. Ponder. Reflect.

 

Maloquacious © 2016

Dance on shattered glass, you must!

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Dance on shattered glass, you must!
Walk through those flames of fire.

Fly, you must, fly high as an eagle,
Dream, yes, your wildest dreams.

Think deep like the wisest scholars,
Smile, joyfully, your most beaming smile.

Eat cheesecake, aye, the pure white fantasy,
Walk tall, chin up, with head held high.

Run fast as the wind, free and unshackled,
Speak words of wisdom, purity and gentleness.

Observe with kindness, understanding and compassion,
Climb, you must, the peak of perfection and punctuality.

Waltz, tango, salsa through life,
Enjoy every moment.
Savour each experience,
Be grateful for adversities.

Hardships make you strong, wise and..
Sincerely grateful for all blessings, great and small.

Therefore, thank the good Lord, with all your heart,
He’s blessed you richly, and you must play your part;
Live well, with gratitude, humility and zestful fun,
Start today! For tomorrow is promised to no one.

 

 

Maloquacious © 2016

 

I feel so blessed, I must confess

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‘Twas beneath the tree
That I did see
Amidst the green
The quiet, the serene.

Whispers of the breeze;
The buzz of bumblebees;
Rustle of the leaves;
The sunshine, ah, the peace!

I feel so blessed
I must confess
To realise I am no less
Than he, she and the rest.

I am His child, without a doubt
As are we all, just shout it out.
All are equal, there is no doubt,
Loved by Him, of us He’s proud.

So let me dream
Beneath the tree
Of the “good, kind me”
I intend to be.

Realisation?

… Aye!

‘Twas beneath the tree
That I did see
Amidst the green
His eternal love for me.

 

Maloquacious © 2016

Birds! .. à la Hitchcock

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The day began as any normal weekend. Sun was shining, the palm trees swayed gently, and, as I looked out of the window, I smiled.

Why was I smiling?

Oh, for no special reason. I just felt happy and positive. Actually, to be honest, my yoga guru’s instructions were abuzz in my ear.

I was told.. Stay happy. Stay positive. Keep a strong mind. Be poised and remain calm. Breathe. Just breathe.

Mantras ruled my mind. Love and Light. Think Peace. Breathe.

So I did just that. I didn’t go berry picking. Nor did I go sheep shearing. I just breathed.

Inhale. Exhale. Relax.

THUD!” – Oh!!

Suddenly, my concentration – well, sort of, focus – was rudely interrupted.

I turned to look in the direction from where the sound came.

I saw that a bird had hit the window pane. Gosh, the noise scared me out of my wits; shocked me into shivers. Totally.

Huh. So much for my mantra – “be poised and calm” and “keep a strong mind”….duh. Sorry, yogi. No can do.

Anyhow.. I squished my nose delicate nose against the window, and with a Miss Marple-like air, I sought an answer. Why did the feathered little fella behave in such a bizarre manner? Pourquois?

But, alas, the mystery remained a mystery. Then, more sounds, most eerie, were heard. This time, the Hercules Poirot in me was intrigued. He I listened.

Many birds – crows – screeched to high heaven. The terrifying noise numbed my senses. Yet aroused my sense of curiosity. So, out I went.

Courageously, I strode into unexplored territory, where no man dared to tread. Nah. Just kidding. I actually went out into the back yard. Haha.

The outside hot air hit me in the face, as I stepped on to the paved pathway that led to the back of the house.

Why were the crows shrieking their silly little heads off? I wondered.

Caw! Caw! Caw! Their shrills echoed all around.

Bravely, I walked on.

With my brows furrowed, lips puckered, the imagination played helter-skelter in my mind. Deep in thought I was when, like a bolt out of the blue, someone (or some thing) viciously bashed me at the side of my head.

Stunned. Shocked. I let out a silent scream.

Boggled and bewildered, I was still trying to figure out what had happened when my head received another unceremonious bash. Oh!

Dazed. Confused. I stood there, stuck to the ground. Glued to the spot. Ashen-faced, dry mouthed and in utter shock.

Only when I heard the extreme upping of the tempo of bloodcurdling shrieks, did it dawn upon me that I was under attack. Yes! A vicious attack. The flying brigade was out to get me – how wicked! The crows. Birds! Aargh.

Needless to say, no Mr Hitchcock came to the rescue. Sacré bleu! Sigh. Mais oui, the poor pale-but-interesting, petite damsel in distress, had to fend for herself. Mon Dieu. Is chivalry dead?

But I digress. A million apologies, mesdames et messieurs.

Pronto, I did a sharp u-turn. Then, skedaddled. With a heart beating rapidly, palms, sweating profusely, and, yes, eyes, popping out in fear, I paused, for a split second, to quickly snap off a bit of twig – my weapon – to twirl above my head, so to ward off the enemy.

Yeah. Hatari! I’m armed to the teeth. Eat your heart out, Danny boy 007.

Good thinking, girl. You rock! So, I patted myself on the back.

Finally, I reached the door. Phew.

It was with utter relief that I entered the safety of the hallowed indoors.

My home sweet home. Ah. I leant against the door. So grateful.

Lesson learnt. Point taken.

No more sleuthing, old gal.

No more investigating, Mal.

…….. Because,

There are birds out there!
Birds, mummy, birds!
Changes are shifting outside,
Birds are behaving crazy.
There are monsters out there,
Uh-huh, monsters, crazy monsters.
No more “I love birds”, no way,
Changes are shifting outside.
Crows – birds, no more “I love you’s”
That is for sure!

With my kind regards (and thanks) to Annie Lennox. 😊

 

Maloquacious © 2015

A year on, when I think of you, little brother..

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❤️ Darling Brother M.K.A ❤️

❤️ Darling Brother M.K.A ❤️

I think of…

A garden of flowers
An orchard of fruit trees
A room filled with laughter
A bright, sunny day
An embrace of love and warmth
Whispers of endearments
A heart full of compassion
The face of kindness
An aura of beauty
The brilliance of your persona
The radiance of your soul
Your dazzling smile
Your kindly eyes
Your humble gait
Your caring nature
Your gentleness
Your guidance
Your teaching
Your mentoring
Your humility
Your dignity
Your exemplary stature
And…
You!

Maloquacious © 2015

My every bit of Paradise!

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O let me rest my weary self,

Beneath the gently swaying boughs;

I lay my head down ‘pon the ground,

Lost, my body aches to find that peace.

That elusive peace; the calmness; the serenity;

O thoughts, confused; jumbled; incoherent.

But, hush now, I hear the rustle of the leaves,

Or….wait! Ah, yes, ’tis an angel I sense.

Its wings whisper to me, restful, comforting words;

Thoughts of love and light embrace my very being..

O what ecstasy! The utter delight, the joy I feel,

Yes, this courtyard, this peaceful haven – my every bit of Paradise!

 

Maloquacious © 2015

 

 

The dignity of a refugee

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A thought provoking piece. An eye witness account of Syrian refugees camped at the Keleti train station in Budapest, Hungary. Saneeya writes an informative, sensitive and enlightening blogpost. Well done!

Saneeya Qureshi

I must preface this blog entry with a caveat: I am neither an activist nor a political person by any measure. The text contained within this post is meant solely to capture the multitude of emotions that I have experienced in a short span of time. It is not meant in any way as a comment or interpretation of the politics or policies of any nation.

I am fortunate to work in a job which I not only love, but also one for which I travel around the world. I am currently in Budapest, Hungary. Although the past week has been spent attending various sessions and meetings for work, this weekendI have had the privilege of being able to volunteer for a whileat the Keleti train station before catching my flight back home.

Having grown up in countries that are oft touched by violence and bloodshed, although upset by the…

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I’d like to be..

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I’d like to be..

The rainbow in your cloud

The peace in your thoughts

The blossoms on your tree

The buds on your rose bushes

The whispers on your pillow

The feathers in your duvet

The diamonds in your tiara

The gold among your silver

The sheen of your shoes

The starch in your shirt

The fragrance of your perfume

The smile on your face

The reason for your happiness

The giggle in your laughter

The cause for your success

The positivity in your mind

The desire for your goodness

The example for your compassion

Lastly,

But not the least

I’d like to be…

The hope for all your tomorrows.

Therefore, live on, my precious children,

Be happy, healthy and content,

Fear not, stand tall, walk on,

For this, the legacy, I leave behind

Is yours, alone, to keep;

And in your prayers,

I’d like to be..

Always.

And,

Forever.

Maloquacious © 2015

Happiness is a bowl of fresh berries

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Oh, gosh! My room’s a mess
I am in a total distress.

The cat’s done another ‘oopsie’
Do it again, feline, and you’ll get a ‘whoopsie’.

Dog, the obedient, doesn’t dare,
Have already given him an icy stare.

Laptop, again, conked out
For that I give a nasty shout.

Telly’s on the blink
Uff, I just cannot think.

Window shutters are rattling
The latches are battling.

I surrender, and flop on to my bed
Staring at the ceiling, I rest my head.

I wonder, and ponder, and, thrice, wonder
I think, and think, and simply wonder.

The walls begin to close in, I feel suffocated
What? Is the ceiling collapsing, am I intoxicated?

Perhaps pixies, gremlins and the mischievous fairy
Have caused all this havoc ? Help! They’re out to get me?

Ye gods, I don’t trust them nor their pixie dust
With that magic, they can do a lot…they got guts.

So, out the room, I pronto jump, in total distress
Down the stairs, I whizz, gosh, am I in a mess!

Breathe, breathe, my guru yoga always instructed
Beneath the tree I now sit, feeling a wee bit protected.

When stress spills over and the worries don’t abate
It’s because the system needs a break, so it’s time to meditate.

Be happy, don’t worry! Let not tensions nest in your head
Forget the past, trust the future, and in the present, walk on ahead.

Indeed, breathe in, breathe out…inhale, exhale – repeat
And if like me, you find a berry on the bush nearby – eat!

Happy strawberries, blueberries, cherries and blackberries
Pick and pluck what you love. My happy heart’s in raspberries!

Maloquacious © 2015