Category: life and its ways
Some days, I am tired of everything, nothing in particular, yet anything, routines of morning and evening, tasks in general and during. What should I do? change my thinking or my to-do. may be, I will need to do both, thoughts and actions to move forth. Feelings are important to set the stage, but doing … Continue reading Tired
Blankets on the couch, where members slouch, chocolate stains in nooks and pouch, incite some anger and insincere ouch! Unpicked shirts, trousers and sock(s), half closed drawers that mock, bathroom shout for a towel or tooth paste, From someone who entered in haste. An unsharpened pencil, papers, puzzle pieces and a stencil, a pen, a … Continue reading Untidy Home
The query was simple, Where do you live? My address as an answer was ample, But, that was not all I could give. With some I share a home, With others, a deep connection, I live in their hearts and mind, In thoughts loving, sweet and kind. They live in mine, I might not with … Continue reading Living in Hearts
I like you. But cannot be you. You are you, But, I am not you. I admire you. But, I cannot be you. I am me. Flawed and unique. I take pride in my identity, My imperfect entity. My quirks and my insanity, My ways and my civility. I hear you. Your fears and cheers. … Continue reading You and Me
Children in a park, Are a happiness spark, Seeing them walk, wander or wonder Lift up spirits from down under. Happiness at the kick of a ball, Runs from one to the next stall. Amidst a few caution call, And some small brawl. Giggles on a swing, Or sand drawing of a ring, Exploration of … Continue reading Children in the Park
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
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
Rhythm & Rhyme 