Day before yesterday night while I was almost falling asleep, inspiration striked. Musings started working. Before sleep took over my eyes and mind, I wrote 3 stories, in my mind. One was for the “Muse of the Month” hosted by Women’s Web. I didn’t even know what the muse was for this month but I … More Microblog Mondays – The Musings that were..
You know, it’s no easy task to dug through the posts and come up with just a few to present here. In this effort, I am reading a lot more blog posts than ever. And guess what, in the process I find treasures, so many of them. I am not saying that every writing is … More A Sneak From The Past – 4
Most of us likes to read, right? Books, magazines, newspapers, blogs, and so on. I liked to read from childhood. I used to read all my English, Malayalam and Hindi text books before the school reopens after summer, not the heavy lessons just the ones with stories. Nowadays it’s really easy to get hold of … More A SNEAK FROM THE PAST – 3
The rain hummed her favorite lullaby As I craddled on the bed, Listening to her voice.. And the rain sang the lullaby, As the night crawled in And I nuzzled with your thoughts.. And the voice grew feeble As I slipped into sleep And the rain sang the lullaby.. Linking this to Imaginary Garden.
In the numbing cold, I wandered, shivering. The rays of the sun, unseen Despair clouded my heart, Like the foggy morning. And a touch calmed me, your touch, Warming my heart, Soothing my thoughts, The touch I craved for! Linking this to Poetry Jam prompt – Hands.
When I had this idea to present old posts I wasn’t aware of the challenge I was getting into. There are so many blogs with such wonderful posts, too good to pass on. I can fill this space flaunting them one by one. But I am forcing myself to present three posts from three different … More A Sneak From The Past – 2
Sharon kept checking her watch. The needles moved at their own pace unaware of her irritation. And then they got together at 12. As she rose from her bed with the widest smile ever they sang outside her door,” Happy Birthday to you.” Her smile got broader as she received the birthday present, her first … More Waiting Game
Unstable mind I got, Tangled from within, Knotted everywhere, Am I trapped here, There is no way out nor in, There is no light nor air, Trapped it is, my mind Tangled from within! Linking this to NaBloPoMo November – 20.
Who am I, I ask myself, A woman, a mother, a wife, It changes every time I answer. Who am I, I wonder, Why am I defined by the roles I assume? Why my role changes with people around me? Who am I, I ask, The hard question I ever faced! Is it that label … More Who Am I?
Buried deep within me Lay the pains from yesterdays. Careful was I to keep them hidden, Was that to live in a make-believe world I made for myself, Or to make others believe that I am untouched by the prickles? I visit those hidden tears, To feel those pains once more, To make me strong … More The Hidden Tears.
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