Dear

Years years go by
You never leave
No matter how happy I am
How busy I am
You stay right there
Lodged

Do I need you out
Though? 
Maybe not
Just a fact
You are there
Always

I'm sad a bit
I think..
Is it not right?
Is it..wrong?
If it's just a fact
Is it just there
Neither good nor bad? 

Roosting time

A flock of white birds in undulating flight
A flock of green parrots calling frantically to one
another... " you ready?  You? How but you? All ready" before taking off on on accord from a tree, green tails flicking behind them. Two mynahs leave off being annoying let go of squabbles and fly off in a pair earnestly determinedly heading north .... to their roosting tree probably , rushing to get there before dark  anxious not to be late
An early bat swoops down along the way too long wings and tiny snout all upturned
Dusk is here and the birds go to roost

Blissful weekend

This was my super weekend!
Started sat with renewed appreciation for taxi drivers as I scaled our tune country for 4 hours on the roads

Then had bonding bonding with aishu baby as I did my office work
Then took the other two splashing in our baby pool

Then games and bed time

Sun-
Made yummy rajma
Then took a double decker bus with kids to esplanade to watch a ballet performance
Lunch at a cafe
Then a taxi to akshaya's dance class for first dance lesson
Then train and bus back home
Then temple for bhajanai
Ashwin  slept on my lap throughout
Very nice!!

Reason I mention mode of transport is when you are with kids.... the journey matters as much if not more than the destination! 

Ants

Like so many ants
Masses of heads
Scurry in and out of the train

I have a voice

I have a voice and I want to write
I wrote today
A poem about place
Turned out to be about people instead!
Need to add to it - how the place made the friendship possible the people memorable

Reading cooling off day now
I love writers like alfian sa'at though to him I may just be a civil servant dummy

I love musicians like aravind  sir too!

And I too have a voice I can share

Reading about g e 2011 makes me excited inside
Recalls the excitement r if that year that election
Suddenly I felt I could play a part in the politics - vote watch history being made feel some trepidation

Place poetry

Place poetry

I remember

Blk 176 Ang Mo Kio Ave 4

Neighbours who were friends

Still meet up now years later

At weddings

At celebrations of birth

Blk 176

Playground below

Friends – older kids and younger kids

Santhosh, Santhiah

Tharini Gokul

Visu Nimal

Karthik Ramana

Danny Anand

Two child policy very much in practice!

Catherine Aunty and … Uncle

Indra Aunty

A world, a world

A world of Singaporeans who were once foreigners

You ask me to write a poem about a place

I can only write about a place through its people

-          23 Jan 2015

survivor baby

based on the true story of a baby found in a garden by an old couple - what a heroic story, wonder how the baby is now - he should 2 years old by now I think