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.
I never thought that I would get too tired to write. I was aware of losing interest in writing. I knew that I could run out ideas and I might give up some day. But not this, tiredness. The real reason is I am sharing sick bed with my kid now. So all that he was … More Too tired to write
Linking to NaBloPoMo November – 19
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?
Kanna was not well from last few days. He couldn’t go to school even today, that’s 3 days in a row. But being sick doesn’t make a 4-year-old to lay down and rest all the time. He wanted to play ‘the Yes-No’ game. In this game, one person tries to make the other one say … More Kanna shares Wisdom!
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.
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 consider myself as a kind person, at least not the rude one. I haven’t made kindness as my motto or anything, but it is there. I try to help people whenever I can and whenever I was asked to. When I was doing my 12th grade I got a chance to show how kind … More On Kindness!
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
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