Ojibwe asabikeshiinh

Where are you then?

When the darkness falls,
When the silence prevails,
When the air freezes,
when the stir stops,
When the cricket chirps,
when the life sleeps,
when the bed warms,
when the limbs break,
When the nerves ache,
When the sense fails,
When the eyelids droop,
When the eyeballs squeeze,
when the eyes close,
WHERE ARE YOU THEN?

Picked this poetry online from Qaisar Janjua... @Thx Qaisar!

Friday, November 16, 2012

Watching TV

A lot of driving was involved & parking & reversing. I reached a place - strange, unknown to me. S had traveled to where I was. He wanted to see something on TV. I had a pad there with friends (same ones that I stay with now.) We wanted to see something else probably. But since he was the guest we turned the tv on to his choice. I started working on my laptop. Another of my friends did the same and another started playing with her phone. One was missing. S started cribbing about this not being the way to treat a guest. He wanted all of us to watch the same thing with him. Why?

P.S. I do not think he is too fond of tv anyway. Maybe the past was playing games with my mind when he watched tv in my room for hours. Its tough to let go...  
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