Category: poems
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
White blanket has enveloped everything, Hills, ground, trees, roofs of building(s), Pristine white is a beauty to behold, Nature’s wonders in the chill and cold. Seeing the snow fall, Is like speaking in a drawl, Leaves me in thrall, Of nature’s bounty above all. The breathtaking milieu appeals silently, Bestowing gifts abundantly, Revealing power of … Continue reading White Beauty
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
He said- “I am sorry,” did not intend to cause anger or worry, raised his voice/hand once more, but said, will not happen anymore. Once again a false assurance, Or will he keep his words and patience. Triggers in life will not end, I can wait and pretend. Think of ways to prevent his reactions, … Continue reading Failed Promise
Is there a method to creative writing? does it start with nail biting? moving from doubting to deliberating, to an actual penning or typing. I begin with observing, continuing with thinking and reflecting, Word flow and scribbling, And finally to subject linking. Observation is very important, Without it, all else can stay latent. Listening to … Continue reading Method to Madness
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
Rhythm & Rhyme 