A Heart Wrenching CRY: Happy squeals fill the room Darkness of Silence finally consumed Tiny steps satiate the hearts Years after gloominess from patio departs Infancy thrived & grew a bit taller In no time child became a cute kindergarten brawler The DAY had come When his fun had to finally succumb Outside world was …
Yelling from inside, Husband cringed “Why didn’t you keep tissue in loo??”” “GO PAPERLESS!!” Bursting into laughter, Granny always knew how to have her fun.
A soul-stirring, must read piece by John Matthew Waters we studied together and recited psalms years ago when nobody knew your name you kept mostly to yourself reading scripture at night and eschewing violence while everyone else danced beneath artificial lights when the world fell apart you slipped through the cracks resurfacing deep inside a …
Gratitude is not only the greatest of virtues, but the parent of all others. —Cicero This is an humble attempt to say THANK YOU to all the people who took out moment from their precious lives to stop over & dwell with me in my little magical world and made more mystical with their presence. …
Wailing emotions Howling distances Prolonging our Union; Your brooding absence Summons gracefully Our demure alliance Accepting gladly the vulnerabilities You left me a soulful mark Like a Talisman When embraced my gawky charm Drinking you as an elixir I refined clumsiness Serendipity knocked door through you Left me starving for more Slit open my chambers of …
Well, It’s a rapport you build through your Hard-work. Or– An illusion to see oneself from someone else’s perspective & revel in thought that you are something. All you have to do is perish one day.
“Guys, help me choose an outfit for my first day at work. I wanna look young.” Mocking him they fastened the perfect tie knot. “Here, this should work” chuckled his OLD AGE Homies.
The Divided Duo He snaps a picture of food He prays for all three meals He throws the waste into dustbin He has a knack of finding something valuable from that very bin He’s too confused to choose an outfit He’s too busy in sewing the ripped parts His room is a manifestation of affluence …
My Dear Friend, there’s no one like you. You gave me everything I needed. Even your brutal betrayal made me learn lessons I never intended to.
“You’re a brave & strong girl. I love you so much but every story has a villain”, the 6-year-old listened intently. His last words. And CANCER won.