Showing posts with label My Poems. Show all posts
Showing posts with label My Poems. Show all posts

2 Feb 2011

um domingo qualquer.

Domingo Carioca

Domingo tranquilo
Sem hora pra acordar
Curtindo um cafezinho na varanda
Acompanhada pelo som do saxofone
vindo do vizinho no 2o andar

Jogando fora conversa
Na praia da Barra entre amigos eles se encontram
Debaixo de um calor radiante
Partidas de beach-tennis
Entre cervejinhas e mergulhos refrescantes

Sombras de uma tarde iluminada
Um sol vermelho no horizonte desaparecia
Acalmando aquela areia fervida
Refletindo no mar cada movimento
De mais um domingo qualquer perfeito.



25 Nov 2010

Happy Thanksgiving :)

 Happy Thanksgiving
Departed NYC, Destination San Diego
With Mer asleep by my side
Thanksgiving up in the sky
Currently flying over Illinois
i ponder on words of Tolstoy
"If you want to be happy, be."

The world, so modern
At a 9150m altitude high
reflecting on all i am thankful for
good health, family, friends
love, happiness, travels
and of course, free wifi.

Forgive and Forget
Smile and spread the love for a better living
in this moment i remind you
You are unique my friend
Happy Thanksgiving!

xxx tash


Altitude 9150m, Ground speed 683km/h. Time at destination 7:23am. Est time of arrival 12:36. Currently flying over Illinois. outside air temp -39C. Seat numbers 26C, 26B. Free pretzels. Free wifii. Dept. NYC Destination San Diego.

4 Nov 2010

The Fall.

As autumn falls upon us
Green shades slowly fade to yellow orange reds
Corridors of a freezing wind blow
Bright lights, skyscrapers
With the Christmas spirit awakening glow

Trees stand naked shivering in the crispy cold
While we find comfort under man-made coats
Wildlife seek for shelter
Excavating burrow nests and holes

In central park they meet on their bikes
Never beaten by the oscillating weather
Indulging on life's simple delights
With each other,
Simply chuffed to be living this city together.

(Reflections after a central park cycle with Mer and Jess)

14 Sept 2010

London strikes

We could all do with a strike sometimes.
Put the ego aside
Slow down the rushed stride
Relax
Cleanse our own minds

Look up for a change
Shut down our screens
Return to a life more simple
We live like robots
Ever changing machines

London tubes go on strike
no Picadilly, City or District lines
Boris bikes can do their best
while Oyster cards can have a rest

6 Sept 2010

Farewell London. For now.

9-5 9-5 9-5
Pictet view
“What the caterpillar calls the end of the world the master calls a butterfly.”
How perfectly apt this quote fits into my present days. As I approach the final pages of this 9-5 city chapter in my life, millions of thoughts are sparked. I look back at the past 3 years and notice the little dots have finally come full circle- what a satisfying feeling this is. All the challenges and obstacles that I confronted have been the trigger of what got me here. Regaining my independent life, emerged with a new job, new faces, a fresh horizon and discovering what are my qualities and weaknesses. 3 years understanding that stability doesn’t have to be boring but nothing needs to last for too long. Accepting that we can’t always have what we want immediately, but we should never let go of dreaming, moving towards reaching ours goals. Even if it takes time, with determination we can all get there. Slowly learning to differ the disparity between what feeds the ego, to that which makes the soul sing. It hasn’t been so straightforward along the way but for each stumbling block, a new achievement was shaped. As I see it, life is composed of 2 parts: cause and effect, with time (space) being the vital component separating the two. Would the outcome taste as sweet should time be eliminated?

Last Thursday my friends and fam threw me a surprise leaving party. Best. Surprise. Ever! I have to admit I had no idea whatsoever. The shock on arrival, seeing them all staring at me was greater than I could have ever imagined. There was no time to digest the feelings. It’s a strange emotion to be surrounded by so many loved ones when your mind isn’t expecting it. One feeling overlaps the other; shock, then a slight panic, only to be greeted by complete contentment and fulfilment. All these people are here for me? Really? I felt so special. Thankyou friends, family and universe.

An evening amongst my most loved, reinforcing my next reality- letting go of my comfortable life to search for something that feels real to me. With the little savings that I have accumulated, huge excitment and new dreams ahead, just as the butterfly is formed, I too regain my ability to fly…
Farewell London. For now.
 
To my friends;
 
Blind folded she stumbles down the stairs
Only to find the greatest surprise
Stunned.
An ocean of friends smiling back at her

With tears trickling down her eyes
Hugs and hellos,
Ducking goodbyes.

Speeches and poems
Birthday cake for a farewell
What the cucumber was for,
She could not tell.

Each one so special in your own way
Thankyou friends
In Supertramps words
Happiness is only real when shared

27 Jul 2010

Today

Do today what u love
Dance around
Hugs family & friends
Jump the hurdles
Let your life commence

Follow dreams,
Sing that song
Aim so high
Unclip those wings
Regaining your ability to fly

Never settle for more or less
Your life
Your story
Flashing right before you
With every thought
An attitude
Let go of reactive
Learn to be proactive
Live.

Dig deep
Listen to your soul
Let the light guide you
Smile
For it is your life,
Your dreams, your goals.

NRJ, July 23rd 2010

27 May 2010

A commuters choice

City life.
those who do not cycle...

Hit the snooze
 For a second time
Confused she awakes
“Do I not get a lie- in?”

3 degrees frost
At least some blue skies
Back pack, gloves, helmet
To the city
For another nine to five

Early birds do Thai-chi
Through Hyde park she cycles
Change of guards gallop past
Down the Mall quick and fast

Wind whistles "don’t be late"
A smog cloud ahead
Commuters on the phone
Cabs and double-deckers
Envelope her own

NRJ,
May 14th 2010

6 May 2010

A trip to the physio - - Based on a REAL LIFE drama.



Sharp pain burns down her back
Thoracic scoliosis attacks
Cocodamol making her high
MRI of the lumbar spine

Endurance.
A disc prolepses
In her physio’s arms she collapses

Ache from annular tear
Avoiding to catch his stare
Disc L4 and 5 degeneration
He is worth every penny of this mutilation

A true poet awakens in me- 07.05.2010 NRJ



A true poet awakens in me- 07.05.2010 NRJ