Trouble is up!

 "Poor elemen

Elemen got boo-boo

Poor elemen

Elemen pink

Elemen go walkie?

Dora come

Elemen go

Dont cry..

Dora cry..

Mommy! Mommy!"

"Argh! Why is there a child in our house?!" Peter groaned in the master bedroom. Neil was not the types to stir.

"Someone please stop the cries!"  

Peter's request went unanswered. 

"Mommy  Elemen

Mommy Dora boo-boo"

" Oh! That's my child!" Realization hit Peter. 

Parenthood was new to Peter and Neil. Eight years of paperwork after revolution, Yes votes. Even more effort into being recognized as responsible parents. The savings needed. Neil had bit down the humiliation and stayed in his job just for Dora. Somewhere in the fight, Peter forgot the end goal. He was not ready to be a mom. Neil loved children. He loved Neil. But your own child? That was so far from his own comfort zone.

"Ma..... ma.. ma..."

Marriages are just painful. Where was the partnership when you really needed it? Peter was groggy and irritation was waking up in him before his brain was. He saw the clock turn the numbers to 3:00 AM.

"Why 3:00 AM?!

Do children come pre-programmed to wake up in the devil hour, or are the horror movies real?"

Neil, snored. Peter knew his sleep was now a dream. He sighed. Accepting his reality. Not all acceptance needs to come with grace.

The cries were now in F-sharp.

"Alright. Alright!" 

Peter stepped onto what he thought was solid floor, but the sharp pain shooting up his foot said otherwise. 

He screamed matching Dora's F-sharp. 

"Fucking Danes and their god-awful Legos!"

His curses followed him to Dora's room.

She stood holding the slats on the crib. Her big beady black eyes in their narrow eyelids held just one drop of tear precariously. Her straight black hair, messy with the stirring in the crib. She held her pink elephant in her right hand. Her pink and blue onsies matched the bedsheets dotted with elephants.

At the sight of Peter, she resumed her cry.

"Mommy mommy Dora boo boo"

"Yes sweetie, mommy is here." Assured Peter picking her up. In his half draped navy robe Dora found a spot to snuggle. Her snot warmly dripped onto Peter's shoulder.

Strangely Peter didn't mind. Eight months on, Dora finally had chosen to call Peter and Neil mommy. Both were happy with just the acceptance. Whatever the parent they were, she was finally their daughter.

Tonight he was happy that all he had to do was hold her. And soon Dora fell asleep in her mommy's arms.

"Yes sweetie, sum of all my troubles you are. Now go to sleep."

Peter was a happy mommy.

To my dear EX

 I sure wasted tears.

Many a nights in fear.

A life without you. Unimaginable!

Oh! The future, the loneliness. Terrible.

Faint signs at the start.

Your words could cut my heart.

Guile was mastered to an art.

We were falling apart.

What wasted times!

The end was milk and limes.

Cacophony, fights, woe my precious prime.

Even this poem has better rhyme.

Sure, you will say you are better.

I never knew such an expert quitter.

At size XXL, you claim to be fitter.

Your kind words sour and bitter.

Ah! look. Thank goodness I got away.

Leave, don't leave, perennially I would sway.

Air fresher, life lighter, better days.

Goodbye! Live! Don't ever cross paths - I say.

[Thought]: Expense of dislike and hatred

Everyone has a choice, there is just a small window of choice when one can choose to go down the path of committing to dislike or hate another one. We all have these people, the ones we hate. But, are you prepared for such a commitment?

Truth be told, hating an another is more complicated than loving another. In love the feelings are good, uplifting and they appeal to the good side of you. To hate another on the other hand is to acknowledge the dark feelings of despise, and the betrayal that brought upon such feelings. The pain and the agony would fade, but the mind is unwilling to forgive. At this moment you choose to commit to the anger and hold on to it for the rest of your life. Yes, for the rest of your life! Love may change forms, but hatred can only grow stronger with time. Even when the evidence to the other party's behavior is contrary to your perception, you would suspect ulterior motives and reinforce the commitment to hate. And in this way, hate grows stronger everyday and you uphold the feelings and reiterate the memories and hard wire them. Slowly a part of you is consumed and is obsessed with hating another one.

Hate is reciprocal, most of the time. To be hated with similar intensity every single day is phenomenal. Even if the people you love forget to remember you, your enemy will remember you, everyday. In the obsession of hate, in the best and the worst moments, the enemy will think of you and tick another milestone on one of the sides.

I know I would be honored to be someone's contemporary with such intensity, on the other hand I lack the commitment to such hatred. I have too many things that occupy my day and night, my energy is dedicated to many more things. Truth be told, I never met anyone worthy of my hate. I never let anyone so close to hurt me that deep and work that intensity. I for one, cannot make such commitments easily, so no I really don't hate anyone.