Tuesday, 29 March 2011


Ice cream

A conversation about
Things we love
In the land shaped like a boot

I’m triggered
Like a shoelace
slapping me in the face

While I could devour it for hours,
It also makes me shiver as it
Trickles down my throat

Take it
Have a gelato
Eat those ice creams!
Which one do you like?

Leaning in the car window
As though seeing off her lover
She tells him what she likes

Wednesday, 23 March 2011

Withered rose

Yesterday evening I had a conversation about the country my father comes from. Although I like many things about Italy, unfortunately there will always be negative memories attached too. We got on to the subject of ice cream and the word for it in Italian, which is ‘gelato.’ Suddenly, I was transported back in time to a familiar scene on a bench outside my father’s childhood home. It was as though I was a ghost revisiting my past. Sat on the bench were two young girls in shorts and t-shirts, slurping chocolate ice cream from a tub. I watched as the younger of the two followed my uncle up to his car and leaned in the passenger window to tell him which ice cream we wanted.

During the night, I dreamt that I was at a table by that bench with my mother and the younger girl’s mother. She was speaking in Italian, a language I speak fluently, however I couldn’t make out what she was saying. She called over her daughter and she hadn’t changed at all or grown up, she was that same little girl who had been devouring ice cream on the bench. The young girl’s mother walked away and my mother told me what the girl’s mother had said. I remember feeling angry.

When I awoke this morning, I had a vision of a sad looking, dirty girl at my front door. I’ve been told before that sometimes a young girl’s spirit sleeps with me. I always feel it’s that little girl crying out for help. However, she’s been shrouded by her mother who has blocked out the past and instead of helping her daughter bloom, she’s helping her wither away. I feel I must water that withered rose and help her to bloom into the beautiful rose she should be.

Friday, 18 March 2011

Power in a Pond

lilies floating in a pond
their uniformity
creates a carpet of green
yet one pad has grown
double the size
a shade darker than its peers
resembling a frog
in its bloated state,
thinking it’s so great

two things can pass;
praise or push
for although lilies come
in various shades and forms
this one is a prince
assuming a king’s role

the lily must exhale
warm the others with its hot air
share but not gloat
for a lily will not float
if it’s like a balloon of lead

one fine day
another may be king
and remind that lily
of its non-regal traits,
that reality awaits

for the lilies it may meet
as it flows upstream
may also be there
when it drowns

Thursday, 17 March 2011

Water lilies of the world

Are all people in the world equal?

I believe that everyone was created with the same pair of hands or potter's wheel. We are all the same in my eyes and I think in the eyes of God. I believe that everyone’s special. It’s individuals who make their own assumptions about who’s special and who’s not.

Everyone’s equal as everyone’s been given one thing that they have in common- a life. How people choose to live the special life they’ve been given is up to them.

Everyone can do whatever they want in life no matter where they were born or how bad their childhood was. I think that even physical disability can’t hold people back.

People are not all equal in their size, race, religion, intelligence but I think that this does not preclude people from treating others with kindness and respect.

Why do some people think they are superior to others?

I feel that it usually boils down to insecurity or something that they are lacking. Giving off an air of superiority or trying to put people down will boost their own self-esteem. From my observations, people try to cover up insecurity by being fake in order to gain popularity or continually boasting about achievements as though in a competition.

My philosophy

In this world, we are all like water lilies in a pond.
A lily can remain in a pond for life or broaden its horizons by experiencing life on a lake or river. Lilies aren’t exactly the same shape or colour however, they are the same plant. What a lily should remember is that it might reach a river but one day it might float back or drown in a pond. Lilies should be nice to others along the way as they might meet them on the way back.