Feeding Maya around the menace and terror of the coronavirus night and the lugubrious red haired man! In that season of my living inside that dormitory of dread, when life had fallen into disrepair, dismay, shame and shock, I had luckily been also thrown inside the small sweet company of five or six stray cats that kept me floating above my sewage laden world. One of them was Little Mom who along with her four kittens pulled me out of my pathetic glum days with the desire to live happily again with my earlier courage and power. Once the kittens … Continue reading Feeding Maya in the twilight of the coronavirus threat & the lugubrious man!
Cat-gardening Chronicles: a little problem with the croton feeding a gruesome white cancer! Our boss was very happy with a cardboard box full of slightly or hardly damaged glass bowls, three pretty kettles, several encrusted white bowls, from a crockery shop to use in the green house. But when we started sweeping out the mounds of soil, shrubs, dry leaves and other clutter, we discovered that the only remaining croton in the green house was wearing eerily grey leaves instead of the usual bright orange, red, dark green and yellow ones. An inspection revealed that there was a white grotesque … Continue reading Cat-gardening Chronicles recommend stunning movie A Sun from Thailand and save banana skins for your roses
Yes I know what you all are going to say. That it is really gross to choose a meat shop grimy with blood, bones, dirt, claws, even an old slipper, and other unimaginable mess, to nap in. But what can I do? I belong to that race which is suddenly pounced upon by a terrible and instant need for sleep! It can hit us anywhere, anytime, anyhow, and we have no control over it! The person who took this picture was not pleased and said a lot of unkind, horrified, scolding things to me but fortunately I was asleep and … Continue reading Notes from an orange kitten found napping in a gross bed!
Hope and Peace often choose the cheapest lodgings In the darkest coldest streets of atrophy where agony And despair have taken over the area to rule with their Knives and their bulldozers to crash down on everything But living in the broken furniture of futility and famished Dwellings of doom, hope and peace make do with just pot Lunches and dry bread and even the bones of backs against The wall, to begin mending the massacre of everything & Somehow at last, from the battered saucepan of sense and sensibility, magic flies out to join their tatty kitchen to cook … Continue reading Magic sometimes cooks too…
Yellow roses rent out the rooms Mysteriously hidden inside their Hearts to famished souls drying Up inside the foul and fetid air Of futility that eats up faith like A hungry thief of time and then The lemon yellow of their room Makes you rest alongside hope To help you spit out that bitter Brew soaking up everything so you Can make fresh hot coffee for a Brand new embrace from peace Continue reading Yellow Roses rent out rooms…..
White roses make it their business to Squeeze out the gross and the curdled Lumps inside the space your soul keeps For serenity to visit and stay for dinner & You forget and let the ghouls in that are Fed by worry, guilt, grief and such regret But white roses fall into the well of that Famished time to silence the sly bullies Of atrophy and pull a poem out of pain Continue reading white roses work for the soul’s stolen serenity…..
It could be a jewel made of colors and calm…. or dangerous and deathly meeting places to discuss the curriculum of the day! Continue reading Friendship has many connotations…