maverickmommaadventures

As today is Valentines day I thought to myself what a good day to experiment with romance. Not for myself, with my writing. I do not normally put much of my fiction on my blog but today when I searched through my library of romantic flash fiction I stumbled upon this short story I wrote years ago. Being single people often try to fix you up on blind dates and feel there is something wrong if you do not conform to what is normal. This is the angle my story is coming from. I read it out at the Writers Group a while back and have given it an edit since then. Digging an old story out has also showed me how my writing has changed over the years.  Here it is I hope my readers will enjoy it and think before fixing anybody up on a blind date! Double Blind.     The déjà vous of childhood. The classic geeky friend and gorgeous friend scenario.    I was the bookish studious one, never interested in relationships.   Sharmaine   was never without a man. She...

Something I talked about a few posts back, when I mentioned I am approaching my fifth year of my legal battle . In the time I have been fighting my legal battle I have also seen many cases of  people around me suffer as a result of wrong decisions taken by those in power. I feel when parents split up with children involved,  those in power play god with a child's life and as a result have made some very costly mistakes.  Even though the authorities have evidence in front of them of harm that can be done to children, they wait for an incident to happen and apologize afterwards. What is the point when a life is already lost?  The greatest fear I have is that Nishka could end up being a statistic , like the other children who have lost their lives as a result of negligence on the part of the courts, social services etc. The following poem is really a mother expressing her fear for a child's safety. What do you care? You stumble when you say her name, do not know h...

Last weekend I took to the stage again and performed my poetry in front of an Assamese audience, for the Magh Bihu ( Assamese Harvest Festival) celebrations. I decided to step out of my comfort zone completely by making a very controversial issue the subject of one of  my poems, the recent rape situation in India. It was very well received and as a result of requests that have been sent to my facebook page,  I have decided to post the poem on my blog. I performed the piece using the instrumental version of Madonna's " American Life". Madonna raised controversy with the video and tour performance of this song and  I felt it would be appropriate to have this as my backing track. Pointless Just a normal day, then attacked, in a violent, brutal, torturous way! Everyone stood back! A sadistic act, Did you feel all man? She could be, your mother, your sister, your daughter. Shedding blood from her body, you mutilated her organs, piercing her soul. The deat...

Within the first few days  of the year  my strength of character has already been tested. I have decided to break my silence and put some more candid posts on my blog. Throughout my 2012 blog posts  I only scratched the surface on certain issues I feel strongly about, mainly my ongoing legal battle with my ex. I am now approaching my fifth year of fighting this battle and am I taking  a stand that I am proud of. This experience has shaped my output of writing but I have always made it my personal catharsis. I now feel the time has come to go public about my inner turmoil.  This is not just my legal battle but there are many women in similar positions to me, who's voices are not being heard and these so called authorities are playing games with the lives of children. In this following poem I am really giving a  short introduction of a fathers relationship with his daughter in her infant years, where the need for paying back an ex takes ov...

   As I said in my previous post I learnt a lot about people in 2012. Many people close to me have been there for me unconditionally and never doubted me, even when I doubted myself. On the other hand I did get stabbed in the back by a few people who I held in high esteem,  rightly or wrongly. This taught me the real meaning of friendship with oneself. I have often been my own worst enemy, but after discovering my own inner strength, I have chosen to be my own best friend.That is my main resolution not just for 2013, but for life. I composed the following poem last night as the year started drawing to an end. It is basically describing the journey I have been on this year. My Eye Opening Journey I look forward and try no to look back. A long winding road now the journeys end. To many I have said goodbye, As they threw stones at my window, when I picked up the glass, no one to clean my blood stained hands. As a single passenge...

As 2012 is about to end it has got me doing my own personal review of the year. I have certainly learnt a lot about people this year. In positive and negative ways, I have seen many people in a different light. The other day I was just pondering on how intolerant society is becoming. I came up with the following poem as a result. Intolerance . Walking the walk of shame, but you barely know my name. You sit and judge, for the petty hold a grudge. Forget benevelent, people are barely tolerant. Pushing and shoving out of the way, and must have their say. Forget lending you a hand just out to repremand. Basic human kindness, lost in the wilderness. Even if you are a child, no mercy if you go wild. Do not make a mistake, politness people cannot even fake. Watch your back, as you fall under attack. This may sound pessimistic, but I point out the realistic.

  Finally made my long awaited comeback! With events building up to the gig I wondered if I would pull it all together on the day. The weeks leading up to the big day were certainly eventful. I'm slowly getting multi tasking down to a fine Art. The preparation for the show was juggled between  school runs, parents evenings, doing homework with Nishka and of course my dreaded court case. On the day I mixed my backing track with my friend Tony, I was switching between mixing the track and going through a statement with my Lawyer for a court hearing. Two days before the performance I was actually in court. When I look back on all this now,  I feel I have more resilience than I credited myself with. On the morning of the show I woke up feeling excited about the day ahead and really soaked up all the events. Before collecting Nishka from school I even found time to do my nails! Once I collected Nishka and her childminder I gave Nishka her dinner, got her sett...