So here I am, presenting the first in the series of A Sneak From The Past. Because this is the first post, even I was unsure how to proceed. As I told in a previous post, I have the habit of reading old posts and I read some more last week keeping the new series … More A Sneak From The Past – 1
For this week’s microblog mondays, Mel is talking about first time with a book. In her own words “What book are you happy you read but sad that you’ll never again get to have a first-read experience of that book? (Even if you know that it gets better and better with each read.) ” I … More #MicroblogMondays 12: The First Time
I see the sun kissing the sky for one last time, as it says goodbye. And the kiss spreads its warmth upon me, an onlooker. I wonder, what the sun says to the sky as it leaves for today! And I keep guessing the last words, as the sky blushes. Linking this poem with the … More The Sun and The Sky
Having fought for nearly the whole of her married life to be treated like a human at least, running away from her abusive husband was not something she is proud of. But was the flight less than any fight she faced? It took more than a year’s planning to execute it. She tread slowly to … More The Fight and Flight
I wonder, how we would have known colors, if the nature hid its palette! The green leaves, the colorful flowers, the rainbows, the white snow, the blue sky, the brown soil, and whatnot! The brilliant hues of red, orange and yellow, the sun makes, the milky glow of the moon, and the twinkling stars. The lush green … More Colors!
It’s empty today; No words inside, No thoughts to spill, My head is hollow. No criss-cross of images, No scattered musings, I’m amused though. The reflections sure have to find the way How can it lose its way? Maybe, the trance is waiting to surface, the moment jitters subside. It’s time for meditation, And to … More Empty head
It was destiny, I have been told, When I was left to wrestle with the jaws of death. Destiny took the glory once again, When I fought my way out. No, I am not hiding behind my destiny. I am writing my own destiny Because it can be rewritten! Linking this 49 words fiction to … More Destiny
The precious bubble before it bursts, containing a world of its own. a moment’s life it has; a moment’s joy it spreads; fulfilling its journey! Linking this to Wordless Wednesday at Abracabadra hosted by Ruchira. Also linking to NaBloPoMo – November Day 9.
Listening to the dripping rain outside cozying on the couch inside The perfect moment, I relish. A cup of tea, to keep company, And scribble what comes on mind, The perfect moment, I feel. Ha! Why can’t every moment be perfect, I sigh! It’s time to move on to the next moment, I realize! Linking … More The Perfect Moment
Sad sobbed, “No one likes me, no one wants to be with me!” “Cut it out now. We all have problems; only you are making a big deal about yours, Sad,” said Envy. “Look at Love, many times people throw him out in fear of losing it later; Hatred is hated the more; Happiness is compared … More Between emotions
Beyond Scribbles 