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Retrospective

The end of the road……

Retrospective

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Broken

I have seen you on the prayer mat

Bowing down to our God

Yet learnt you lie so blatantly

In total disregard

Of what’s true, and what did happen

The truth between us all

You forget the angels writing

Of what did befall

Your hatred, and maliciousness

Severed the ties that held us close

They are shredded, and beyond repair

With wickedness you pose

Lies, and deceit spread their poison forever

With broken spirit I won’t trust

The likes of you never

(Sheen)

I wrote this poem a year, or two earlier, but have forgotten the date. I had posted it on my blog.

Broken

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Juxtapose

I can’t throw them away. How can I?

I’m keeping them. They are awful. If I discard them now, how I’m going to know how far I’ve progressed in my efforts? It has only been a month, and yet it seems a life time. Even children are far better than me in it. They automatically know what to do. I wish I had started earlier in my endeavors. I would have got a lot better than the snail pace I’m going through.

I’ll be going to juxtapose. That will definitely show my progress.

Dear readers you must be mystified as to what I’m really doing? I’m trying to dab in water colors. I never knew dealing with brushes would be so hard for me. I used to think it would be easy. It isn’t! First of all, I definitely know they have a mind of their own. How can it be? Aren’t they inert creatures? They are, but in my hands they behave differently.

A single stroke of color, and everything goes wrong. It’s disheartening. Trying to persevere I try again. I have found Son highly supportable. He thinks maybe a time comes his mother’s efforts bear fruit, and her paintings might fetch large sums. I’ve told him it’s unlikely in the near future, and in the far away future too. I know, because I stand at the lowest rung of the ladder, and it will be years before I’m satisfied as to what I paint.

Do you know that Van Gogh didn’t sell a single painting in his life. He went crazy, and killed himself. Isn’t it an irony but one of his painting sold for $81.3 million in November 2017.

Van Gogh’s 1889 landscape, “Laboureur dans un champ” Source: Christie’s.

Juxtapose

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Archaic

We had gone to Galveston on a day trip. That was the year 2015, and we lived in Houston. Shortly after reaching there, I badly needed to use a restroom. There was none in sight. Son took me in his car to search for one. We found an outhouse. It was simply archaic. I thanked my lucky stars I didn’t live in the era when there were no toilets, and running water.

Same was the case when my late husband, and I went for Haj (pilgrimage to Mecca). It was the year 1996. I was thankful that I prevailed upon my husband in going for Haj, because from 2003 to 2012 were the worst years of my life due to illness.

There weren’t any restrooms in Arafat and Muzdalifah. I have heard that problem has been resolved for the Hajees (those who are performing the pilgrimage).

Archaic

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Disappear

Dreams I had dreamt

They disappeared

Leaving no trace behind

They were just thoughts

Figments of imagination

Hopes to which I aspired

No longer attainable

And I have stopped

Thinking of them

Letting them float away

Out of my reach

Out of my life

(Sheen-May2018)

Disappear

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Awkward

I feel tongue tied when I meet people for the first time. There are long stretches of silence, while in my mind I search for a safe topic to discuss. Besides I keep wondering what next to say if the other person doesn’t give a hopeful response.

There are times when you meet certain people, and you are trying to break the ice, and all they do is to leave all the talking to you alone. Those moments are terribly annoying.

My late husband would get upset with me over it. He would say, “You eat my head off with nonstop talking when I’m home”, meaning why can’t I be same way with other people.

He was my husband, and naturally I felt comfortable while talking with him. I didn’t feel awkward.

Awkward

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