Letters from the past, are a memory blast. Met myself from three decades ago, Via writings from a loquacious pro. She spoke with spontaneity, Chuckled without scarcity, a perky personality, enveloped with vivacity. Has time changed her? And responsibilities molded her? Have some experiences hardened her? And others softened her? The extra pounds on the … Continue reading Meeting Me
In a bag of emotions, hope is a potent potion. Promise of persistence, Desire for fulfillment of a vision. An itch, a hankering, a wish for a miracle, a last straw, a longing, a personal pinnacle. A logic defying craving, wishes on life’s ascend, maybe, day dreaming, or to simply transcend. Hope can be a … Continue reading Hope
The tree is bent, Like a person spent. Dropping at an angle, Some branches still dangle. Do its roots mingle with another? Making each other stronger. Or sharing worldly bother. Like a brother with a brother. The old tree has some nest(s), Can still provide shade for rest. In past, its been through many test, … Continue reading An Old Tree
Spillwords.com presents: Time Flies, poetry by Shalini Kathuria Narang, a writer, a poet, a mom, a daughter, a software professional ... Source: Time Flies, poem by Shalini Kathuria Narang at Spillwords.com
Yesterday I did the prep, Today I took a few step(s). Tomorrow I will walk, Day after I will run and talk. Growth happens in increments, Not on commands or sentiments. We thrive at different place and pace, Life is no contest or race.. From a seed to sapling to tree, Germination cannot be rushed, … Continue reading Small Steps
Some days are just sad, Seems nothing can be done or had, Despite best effort to not feel bad, Things don’t work in direction of glad. Are those times just to be endured? Hoping clouds clear, equanimity restored, Sadness and sorrow cured, And normalcy implored. Sadness imparts vital life lesson, Like power of slowing down … Continue reading Sad Days
The hill was high. Her spirit higher. The sea was deep, Her dreams deeper. The task was tough, Her persistence tougher. Sounds of distractions loud, Music of her dreams louder. Work was over whelming, The village encouraging. The pain was scathing, Her endurance towering. Standing on cross road(s), Decisions determine destiny profound. Choices surround, Attractions … Continue reading High Hill
Life revolves around tales, Our biases adding color without fail. A story can have varied flavor, Like multiple tastes to slowly savor. So many anecdotes to share and hear, Narrations changing from mouth to ear. Molded by observation and interpretation, Contoured with varying perception. Chronicles continually change version, Of the same event, place or person. … Continue reading Stories We Tell and Hear
A friend and I met after ages, Hugs and smiles were initial exchanges, She said-you look the same, You too- I responded in the conversational train. Meeting old friends is magical, In a few hours, we can go back in time, Recollecting old days is sweet and sentimental, These trysts of shared memories is sublime. … Continue reading Sweet Little Lies
Another year coming soon to an end, and a new one just around the bend, as we each other good wishes send, In keeping with annual trend, I like to retrospect year going by's reels, replay both facts and feels, varied events hold different appeal, and truths slowly simmer and reveal. All actions have some … Continue reading New Year
Rhythm & Rhyme 