Unmet desire Broken expectations Burning like a fire Raging sensations Promises, scattered Vows all lost Animosity unfettered. Silence, like frost Hanging in the air Threatening to explode And lay bruised hearts bare On a lonely road. The road that they had Once traveled together The passion that they had Once shared with each other NowContinue reading “Break-up and make-up”
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Separate lives
We all lead separate lives Wrapped in our own cocoons Trusting neither self nor others To witness our private wounds. Sometimes our eyes may meet Across a table, over coffee Threatening to bare our souls- In panic, we then try to flee. Our trials and tribulations Are unique, convinced are we: No one, we are certain,Continue reading “Separate lives”
Share Your World – 2015 Week #2
Are you a hugger or a non-hugger? Was not one, but my son made me one. Hugging works a powerful antidepressant (as long as there is no body odor in the picture)! What’s your favorite ice-cream flavor? Mint chocolate-chip Do you prefer exercising your mind or your body? How frequently do you do either? Definitely,Continue reading “Share Your World – 2015 Week #2”
Passage of time
Hair peppered with silver strands Fine wrinkles lining her face Reminders of the shifting sands Of time, the years lost in a haze Of building a home, earning a living Nurturing with tender love and caring Holidays, dinners, gifting and giving, Days bathed in sunshine of loving and sharing… Never a moment of dullness, orContinue reading “Passage of time”
What makes the world go round?
Love does make the world go round Or so it was said She disagreed; looking around It seemed to be something else instead.. Fear, the most primeval emotion Seemed to lurk in every corner Shaping ideas, policies and notions All human faculties it seemed to conquer. Fear of the unknown, fear of God Fear of nature’s destructive power UnleashedContinue reading “What makes the world go round?”
The noise of clutter
Surrounded by clutter Too much to sift through Creating invisible webs That entangle you.. All the memorabilia Cherished in the days gone by; Their significance now lost, Abandoned, they lie. Crying out, you moved on.. Now set me free, please do! And in the process of letting go You’ll free your spirit too.. Cut ties with yourContinue reading “The noise of clutter”
Women at the turn of last century
Recently I read two books that I found inspiring. Both these books were randomly picked out by my toddler at the local library and appeared interesting enough to give a try. Incidentally, both were set in the late 1800s-early 1900s. Both had strong, progressive women as protagonists. The first book, “The Violet Season” is setContinue reading “Women at the turn of last century”
The stuff that dreams are made of…
Here’s what my dreams are made of- 1. Exotic places– preferably including mountains, rivers and waterfalls. In Alaska Continue reading “The stuff that dreams are made of…”
The iconoclast
The path was straight and narrow Instructions loud and clear.. All she had to do was follow Directions without fear. Her life, like a roadmap Already laid out for her With tried and tested guidelines To which she had to adhere. But, Her spirit was airy and light Disposed to take a flight; Falling outside the narrowContinue reading “The iconoclast”
“Je Suis Charlie”- A Dirge
http://i.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2015/01/07/247C7DAC00000578-2900835-Geneva_Candles_and_a_Je_Suis_Charlie_mark_another_peaceful_prote-a-12_1420669628125.jpg The pen is mightier than the sword, Or so they were taught.. Who knew what they penned Was with peril fraught? Living in modern times They had assumed Freedom of expression Who knew they were doomed? They had not a clue Of men on the prowl Whose narrow-mindedness Declared their thought foul.. Extremists they were In theirContinue reading ““Je Suis Charlie”- A Dirge”
The Diva Within Me
I wake up, I channel The diva within me.. New hopes I unravel, Prepare to travel On a new day’s journey. I bathe in contentment, Hope I spritz on me, Let go of resentment Focus on the present, Leave conflict behind me. Myself I prepare To walk confidently, Full of dare, Acutely aware Of the divaContinue reading “The Diva Within Me”
Broken pieces
We are all broken pieces Trying to assemble themselves again, Some with edges smoothened by love, Some with edges jagged by pain. Carrying in them thoughts half-formed, Wishes and aspirations, Some that perished, some that exist In suspended animation. Hope does try to mold them So they fit like a puzzle, jigsaw; Love does try to glueContinue reading “Broken pieces”
Passion...unbridled 
