poetry – the relaxed housekeeper

Freedom

Freedom is a walk in the warmth of the sun, a fridge well stocked and dinner that’s already done.
Freedom is some time with nothing to do
but have coffee or chai in the evening with you.

Pieces of Me

I pick up the pieces that I leave lying around. Pieces dusted daily, always visible. They’re a part of who I am.

No Need for Words

There’s no need for words
it’s all said in your deeds
kind and thoughtful or bitter and mean.
The relaxed happy in the lines of your face
or the cold calculating mask that’s taken it’s place.

Friends with ourselves

It’s really lovely to be offline and get away from the daily grind. No WhatsApp friends who won’t answer the phone, just the joyful silence that grows loud when we’re alone.

The power of shame (a quadrille)

This poem is a reblog from Paeansunpluggedblog – Drunk on malignant masculinity hunting in high-on-testosterene herds they weaponize women disrobing and gang-raping systematically silencing and shaming them….

Real Conversations | Something Wonderful

Exploring Patriarchy Chapter 30 –

There had been a time when the struggle with chores and gender roles took over every meeting or conversation that MM and her friends had. And finally, it got too much for MM so she began to cling to her hobbies for dear life. Letting friendships and WhatsApp-only communications cool or grow distant but holding on to friendships she treasured. Friends so dear that she was willing to listen. Willing to learn HOW to listen actually because the art of listening rarely is an innate skill with the human race.

And then, something wonderful happened!

Many Kinds of Happy

There are many kinds of happy that I can’t explain
hobbies that take all my cares away.

Things I can do that make my heart feel light
and make me feel that this is a really nice life.