Ruth, from RuthKlein’s Scribbles, has selected words: Family & Peace My synonyms are clan and love I have written an Abhanga. Love: A Requiem times strange now we live inclan of near and dear onesblood ties yet love outrunseach to his own show of lifetime charadesstoic coldness aboundsself interests compoundtrue love no more Via :… Continue reading TANKATUESDAY WEEKLY #POETRY CHALLENGE NO. 243, #SYNONYMSONLY
Days of yore when less was so more, One television and few shows, A loud hue and cry and sharp rows, All sat down to have fun galore, Neighborhood bonhomie to fore, Images only white and black, But colours of life would bounce back, Television now smart ,men dumb, Profound joys of life have gone… Continue reading Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 58: (BLACK) in the C rhyme line.
This is a repost. I had written this last year but I happened to read it and I want to share it once again for it is close to my heart.💕💕 My Father, My best friend! My unswerving teacher, You taught me with love, All that I know. You taught me life, Taught me to… Continue reading An Ode to my Father
I loved her, And she loved me all the more. I cried, And she cried all the more. But the dewy pearls only inside seen, For outside she was all serene. Her warm embrace, Her gentle a hug, A pat on the cheek, And a ponytail tug, It made me laugh away all my turmoils.… Continue reading Celebrating Mothers
A microcosm of love, No questions asked, Divinity manifested.
A soul soared high, Bonds broken, An Ariel free, It waltzed to the notes, Its own. And denizens below, It watched them, Faces seen, Aeons ago, Now saying kind words, No longer in a surly tone. Maybe! They were glad to see it go. Goodies passed, Tables laid in bountiful, Dainty linen, Shining cutlery on… Continue reading As it soared high
To cure us of our cyber megalomania, the crafty Grandpa set up a treasure trail in the old town with a holiday in Paris as the prize. With our smartphones confiscated,we were given maps to find our way.We had no Google to find how to read the Map. Grandpa won and is in Paris! (276… Continue reading Twittering Tales#124-19 February 2019
Seeking truth of life, Unveiling many facets, She found it inside. The feigned guise all time, Simulating make believe, She saw through it all.
Akin to my kin, But not in our heart and soul, It's all a charade. Via : https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/11/08/kin/
A jibe, Thought-out, And sharp so to hurt loud, Masked in innocence affected, I smile.