Tag: relationship

It’s Complicated!

And so it was that on the sixth day
God created Man in His own image,
And thinking that he shouldn’t be alone,
He made for him a companion, a Woman.

She complemented him perfectly.
She made his existence complete.
A beautiful partnership they built
For His commands to be fulfilled.

But I’m so sure nothing could’ve prepared
Him for the evolution of their relationship.
A meeting, yet not meeting, of their minds,
And the repercussions that would arise.

She said he should always tell the truth.
Then, asked him to say how she looked,
Or spoke, or sang or walked, or cooked,
And the answer expected was “Beautiful!”

He, on the other hand, felt so obliged
To let her know all that he had opined.
Only after he slept on the couch at night
Did he gain insight into that lost fight.

And then, there was that lazy Sunday
When he watched his favorite team play
While she dusted, cleaned, and arranged
All things in the house where they stayed.

And, till today, he could never explain
Why he got that cold shoulder again.
After all, he had stayed out of her way
By watching the game on TV that day.

O Almighty, was this in the Master Plan?
Were You onto all this before it all began?
What further trickery awaits us humans
As the Earth revolves around the Sun?

Who’s right or wrong? No one can tell!
It’s so complicated, and that doesn’t help!
So, pray, send to us the blueprint manual
That will help solve this unsolvable puzzle!

Broken … And Fixed

It started with a fight.
We argued, shouted, sweared, and called each other names.
I stomped up to the attic.
My face flushed and teary-eyed in a fit of rage.

I somehow had to end this.
The only way to save myself was to conciously separate.
This relationship that I cherished,
A year later, had become stale.

Just then, my eyes fell on a wooden chest.
It was an old one made of wood and nails.
I mindlessly opened it,
Rummaging through the bric-a-brac it contained.

Suddenly, I found myself holding my dolly.
She was small, with a blue dress and a pink face.
Her arms were covered by bell sleeves,
But they were held to her body with tape.

There was an inundation of memories.
Decades ago, my friend and I were engrossed in play.
This dolly was one of my favorites,
And when we both grabbed it together, her arms gave way.

We tried to play with her.
But then decided it was useless and to throw her away.
Just then, my grandmother walked in.
She took one look at the dolly and shook her head.

With scissors, tape, and, in fifteen minutes,
My little dolly was ready to play with again.
“When something is broken, look for ways to fix it.”
Her words echoed in my mind at that very moment.

All of a sudden, I felt like a bulb had been lit.
Yes, there was anger, frustration, and rage,
But, I was going to try and save this relationship
I walked out of the attic, ready to calmly explain what I felt.