Hot Bikram Yoga
I prayer that my body is ready
For contortions in extreme heat
Both legs are firm and steady
Start from the top, down to the feet
‘Keep breathing’ is the mantra
The sweat has already begun
As the teacher begins her banter.
There’s nowhere now to run
What makes me come here?
Why did I drag my friend?
Are you ok? Is that a look of fear?
We fold our body into a bend,
It’ll be over soon, my dear
As we finally lie down at the end.
As I walk through our neighbourhood today, l feel happy to be alive.
The wind tries to pull my hair out of my bun as I bravely march on through the blustery wind
Armed with the pushchair and a baby wrapped up warm,
I take a deep breath and carry on.
The lull of the motorway traffic, just outside our neighbourhood sounds like the distant sea crashing against the shore
The screeching of sea gulls, tears down the calm blanket descending around us.
Safe in the knowledge that the fresh air outside is meant to be good for you, I carry on walking.
New houses are being built around us, a new community centre, nursery and gym
Promises of a bright new future in smaller houses and squashed up streets
Brings more people into the area, young couples who need to speed into work.
It safe, our neighbourhood, that’s for sure
As long as your home by ten, not more.
It’s not London you know, it’s not the city that never sleeps
But the pull of family, friends and a new community, keeps us here for now.
So many faces in my face,
Happy faces, angry faces, a face slightly too close.
Is he famous, famous he is!
A blank face, a sad face, a face now looking at me. Continue reading “Writing 201: Poetry – Day 6”
An Ode to Holidays
How I love the sun always being switched on
The soft white sand melting into my feet and fingers
The complete stillness of the perfect paradise
How I love the crystal clear waters covering my feet, calf then knees
The exotic multi-coloured fish swimming too close to your toes
And the legs getting used to the cool water from the hot sun
How I love eating out and sleeping in
No cooking, no cleaning, and no guilt
No deadlines, no housework, no lists.
Massages at will and all-inclusive cocktails on the beach
No kids, no stress, no worries,
How I long for those carefree holidays!
The muscles that keep me up, has a struggle,
Being a mum of two, requires me to juggle,
Between looking after them, working, cooking and cleaning
Staying up till two will surely catch up, meaning
Exercise to strengthen my core, is a complete muddle.
The colour of my skin is the tale of this spin. Black or white, brown or yellow it doesn’t really matter until it becomes patchy. I like the colour of my skin, it is what it is but it isn’t anymore. It’s brown that’s all, nothing to shout about or go to town. But now, after so long of being brown, a bit of white came into sight. I’m not vain you know and I’m not in pain, so the colour of my skin shouldn’t cause a din. But my skin is changing, it’s not what it was. It’s aging, its wrinkling, the spores are open more. An odd age spot here and there, a mark that shouldn’t be there. A mark I try to hide with my hair. There’s only one for now. There maybe more later, that can’t be covered with hair. Or maybe even this one will go.
A poem about my daughters.
Just when we were losing hope
An unexpected gift arrived, tied with a pink bow
Invisible to most
A miracle to us
A boxers’ nose!
Mouth like a slit of red cloth
Jaia our daughter was born
In fate we now believed
Uma duma, our little daughter
Made her entrance into the world with
A righteous cry as loud as a raging storm
Restless little baby
Always seeking for mummy
Making herself comfortable
Just easily in the crook of my arms and
In no rush to let it go
Screen is still blank
Continue reading “Writing 201 poetry”
Whenever something similar to this has come up in the past, I’ve never had an answer for it. Also, I smugly think that all of life’s up’s and down’s have made me who I am so I should be grateful for that.
Then the other day, while I was begrudgingly working when I would rather spend time with the kids, I thought to myself I wish I’d worked harder when I was younger. I wish I had strived to earn more and invested my money better, then I could have spent more time relaxing now.
This is the first time (since I was a kid) that I have thought like this. The first time I have wished for something other than I have. I do have a lot which I am truly grateful for but on days when work gets tough and I get shouty with the kids, I want to pack it all in. After this seed had been planted though, I started thinking about what other things I had wished I had known or I had done earlier. So here is my list:
- Work hard, strive to earn lots of money and save, even if its only a little.
- Don’t worry about getting married or finding your true love. If it’s meant to be, it will happen and sometimes you have to take a risk.
- Don’t worry about having kids. If its meant to be, it will be.
- When you look back at life, you will remember the amazing things you have done, even if at the time, some things were a bit scary. It will be a brilliant experience and a wonderful memory to look back on.
- Always find some time to exercise, read and laugh. Always find the time for the things that make you feel happy to be alive.
I think one of my earliest memories of dancing has go to be going to the ‘temple’ during Navratri and doing garba. This is before the temple was even built so at the time we used to hire a school hall and go the dancing there. As a natural order, we then started putting on garba shows at the school and then around the country. I remember being 6 when I did my first dance show and there were so many girls that were involved in this dance show. I remember being nervous and excited to be going on to the stage and pretending not to like the make up that we all had to wear. From then on nearly every summer holiday, I would be involved in some form of dance practice and shows.
Now my eldest daughter goes to ballet. She’s only 3 but she seems to love it. I can’t wait til she’s a bit older and she can go to Bharatnatyam classes and kathak classes. I wonder what her earliest memory of dancing will. She loves dancing to the ‘gangnam style’ song! And she does it in time and does some of those actions. Its not a song I would approve of but everyone else in the family seems to like it! But will she remember that or will she just look back on the billions of videos we make til it becomes her memory? Before that we would go to mum and baby groups and sing and dance to nursery rhymes. This will be way before her memory even starts forming so she wouldn’t remember that. It’s nice I think that songs and music plays an important part in her life though.