In a better place

The modernity of life amazes me a lot
I remember the words, think of what you need and want not
Childhood was simple, no denying it
Strutting in shreds that grandma would creatively sprout

Nostalgia is attractive, such a delightful escape
From the life of today, my nerves with drudgery grate
I take a step back and look around in strong belief
Who am I kidding, my world couldn't be a better place to live

The simplicity of modern life
May seem to many a crippling complexity
Yet my faith buzzes with optimism that
These frailties have made human life much easier to be !

On a mission away from the comfort I know
Away from family, friends, in an isolated burrough
Yet connected I am, each minute if I choose to
Freedom I have, as not known before

Free to choose what I want to do
And how to live my life, to worship or not
Free to choose my partner, my livelihood
Even free to let life silently pass by

Yes, I know this fortune
Is only available to a chosen few
More imperative then, wouldn't you think
To acknowledge it is an ideal nearly come true

See this

Oh yes, I want to direct some attention to my other blog, and absolutely want some feeback there.

http://hpsarathy.wordpress.com/2011/03/19/counting-my-blessings/

An ode to thee

Frigid cold was yesterday
The wind on my face
The steel on the knobs
Hands and feet all sore
The wedding ring stinging white gold

He searched for life
And found a face botoxed
In cold, weary, worry
Expressions of delight I lacked
Stranger was the warm hug that slacked

He stared at me in silence
Knowing I know his question
Caressing that strand off my brow
Wiping away that cold unwelcoming tear
Holding me when I was too afraid to answer my own fears

What else can I do but stand up
When inspiration looks at me in my face
The warmth of love searing
Without burning my hopes in flame
Oh! Love is such a loopy game

This sunny morning
I sit in my chair at my desk
Thinking of my husband
When a wish to succeed surges in me
I halt only to pen an ode to thee.

And then I smile
It's coming back to me
All falling in the loop I own
My pen, my thoughts, my drive
You complete what I call my life.