Tag: poetry


Life’s lessons

  We never really learn until we truly learn. We always make the same mistakes: again and again We see ourselves standing on a precipice Yet we make the jump Only to break our bones To get up To climb up And fall again. I ask myself Why don’t I ever learn? When will I ever learn? …

Creative Writing

Linen Memories in the Breeze

Memories of linen In the old days Hubby Dear used to travel a lot. And much like the merchant in the classic fairy tale of  Beauty and the Beast, my husband would ask his two girls what they wanted him to bring back from his travels.  And like the good little girls they were, they …


Summer Calls

Coo ooo ooo, Coo ooo ooo, Coo ooo ooo, Coo ooo ooo – each rising an octave higher, the screechy koel rouses me from a sweaty, restless slumber. Awash with light at 5 a.m.,my room is bright, the sun already high. I stretch out like a lazy cat, reluctantly to waken to another hot summer …


April’s Fool – Reality is mere Perception

This Western tradition of playing pranks and jokes on unsuspecting people on the 1st of April is known as April Fool’s Day. Sometimes the jokes are really funny while at times they can go really wrong. But this is one day where you can pull someone’s leg without fear of recrimination. However, I find that …

Creative Writing

Never Underestimate The Power of One

one wrong note can spoil a tune with one wrong turn you lose your path a little tear will spoil a shirt one harsh word will break your heart a single moment one rash act can change your life forever one tiny tug the string will snap the kite flies off forever a mark a …


Grasp # The Daily Post

I look out of the window And watch the snow fall down As outstretched arms of trees Reach out to grasp the flakes Before they touch the ground And turn into a muddy puddle. Responding to #TheDailyPost – Grasp


Smoggy Shroud: looking out of my window #WOW

Looking out my window I see light breaking and know that The sun is just up. But where is it hidden In a shroud of smog ? A raucous crow flies into the frame and rushes out to catch some food he finds below before another one gets the worm That’s wriggling in the filth …

LIFESTYLE, Mumbai Diary

In the bathroom one morning

One Saturday morning I stepped into my bath. All lathered up I glanced upon A little cockroach Swiftly scampering past . He seemed quite harmless I thought As it climbed down the wall. Then as it came closer A scream froze in my throat. A shout from me would have the household come running to …


No food to say NO to.

 (Photo credit: Wikipedia) How easy it is for us to say NO to food we don’t like because we’re simply too full or just not in the mood How easy it is  for us to to say no to food that is not to our liking or taste. Our exclusive palates so pampered and spoilt …


Fire Crackers on Diwali night

The start of a new year Last night was a big Diwali night, the first night of the start of the merchant’s commercial calendar. As a harvest festival which commemorated the start of another agrarian cycle, Diwali’s Padva is considered one of the three auspicious days where any activity can be started without checking out …


A dear friend

Hello darkness my old friend, It’s been a long time since last we met When you came knocking at my gate To let you in , so desperate To see me. At one time you were a regular soul mate who understood my every mood my angst, my grief , my anxiety. You were the …


The perfect Sunday

Don’t  have a plan. Let the day unfold. Slowly, one moment at a time Stay a bed longer, stretch, twist and curl Cuddle your pillow a few seconds longer Before you get out of your bed. Read all the papers, attempt all the puzzles Those brain teasers that tickle your greying grey cells. Sips of …


I have something to tell you

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda I have something to tell you What? Does it have to be now? Yes Can’t you see I’m in the middle of something Of course I can but I have something to tell you. Ok what is it? Hmmm Don’t just …