Angry Bird

Sometimes you talk to me like I don't have a brain,

Screeched my 5 year old after creating a slushy balcony stain,

His attempts to help,

Had my poor plant yelp,

Half its sandy home was splattered on my picture perfect balcony,

I looked at him like he had attempted a felony,

Killing plants should have tiny humans thrown in jail,

They should be kept far away from all living beings, for peace to prevail,

Always in the middle of every household chore,

And ready to go at war,

The minute an adult says no,

He creates quite a row.

Try

As I lay flat on my back,

I finally realised life's hack,

We try,

Every single day we try,

To get better, stronger, faster,

And try to master,

Better control of our body,

The walks get less wobbly,

The legs feel stronger,

The aching bits still make you falter,

But everyday,

You try, in different ways,

To get back on your feet,

And for that you deserve a treat.

Agree to Disagree

An entire month of slowing down,

Experiencing my body breaking down,

Determined to finally give up sugar and meat,

Lose the last six kilos and finally meet,

The 20 year old version of me,

And choose to agree,

That not all my feelings need to be shared,

Because no one really cares,

The world is different, people are colder,

Their hearts have been replaced with boulders,

They're not right or wrong,

I just don't have to agree or go along,

With their lack of warmth,

I'll just head north,

And continue being me.

Surgery #3

Every surgery makes you humble,

It reduces your need to grumble,

Grateful to the sweet anesthesiologist,

Who played the role of a psychologist,

He could see my petrified eyes,

And filled my ears with advise,

A constant pat on the head,

As I lay wide awake on that operating bed,

First time I've heard myself being operated upon,

It seemed like the hours dragged on and on,

I finally fell into a lull,

And began to feel dull,

As the anesthesia began to wear off,

The pain immediately threw me off,

A long sleepless night ensued,

With nurses who were rude,

As I finally left that golden cage,

I smelt the soothing sea breeze and instantly felt calm and sage.

Poop

It's all in the poop,

Never take for granted all that goop,

Poop too little,

And you might end up in a pickle,

Poop too much,

And you won't achieve a lot as such,

My most favourite hobby, has come to bite me in the ass,

At least I'm losing weight along with all that gas,

Bedridden, with a 5 year old to baby-sit me,

I'm able to see,

The world through his eyes,

Constantly subject to his baby advice,

I don't feel completely useless.

Woman Down

A whole week,

Of feeling utterly weak,

There's nothing you can do,

When your body gives up, except bid-adieu,

To the unwanted things growing inside you,

I try not to feel blue,

But the intertia of the past week,

Is making me feel bleak,

April is whizzing by in a blur of bad health,

I'm taking deep breaths,

And reassuring myself,

That I'll be back to normal,

Super soon.

Kidney Stones

Scan centers and doctor's clinics,

Enter only to exit as a relic,

The waiting period is tediously long,

And you realise all your calculations have gone wrong,

 

Are you from Chennai? Did you work abroad? Is that a cross tattooed on your arm? And what is your job? 

Were just some of the questions thrown my way, by the scan doctor's assistant,

The more I chuckled, the more he got persistent,

So I gave in to his curious questioning,

And suddenly realised how I must be threatening,

Blissfully quiet folks,

Who refuse to give me responses or laugh at any of my jokes,

Now my arm hurts,

So I'm just going to give into sleep, before it gets worse.

Summers

The Chennai summers have claimed it's first victim,

One week since my tum has been throwing a tantrum,

So I ran to the doctor, only to learn,

Good health has to be earned,

Not enough fibre, not enough water,

What in God's name are you eating, she made me ponder,

Chicken puffs from hot breads,

And steaming hot gaajar halwa to keep a cool head,

Not good enough apparently,

Summers are for clean eating and improving your tum's warranty,

I'm still down and out,

Nursing my painful tum with a pout.