The psychic in me talks a lot.
Sometimes it’s just difficult to differentiate between the voice blabbing in my head than the voice whispering in my ears.
Tiny Collections
Strings Attached, Heart-strings intact
Gentle touch to those strings summoned up the past; throbbed her veins, made her quiver, ignited scintillant glow.
“I will be your new puppet” cheered a homemaker-turned-professional Tennis-Head.
In search of Deep Slumber
“It’s ok grandma. I’ll be fine. You HAVE TO GO & rest now”
A cute little human presence gave respite to the soul
when her sudden demise disrupted her peace.
Survival
Slaughtered,
Butchered,
Destroyed,
They tried hard but could never kill his poetry.
Survival– the road that seems almost invisible buried beneath thousand of layers of Hope.
Risk that Fall
When life
puts you in a cage
Be a butterfly.
Flutter open your doors
Leaving a colorful imprints
In it’s hands.
GO PAPERLESS!!
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.
What is a Reputation?
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.
A New 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.
Dear Friend
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.