The independent she who loves life
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
Today is the festival of Lohri in North India. Sitting in the biting chill besides the bonfires,basking in its warmth and revelling in the love of our dear ones. Crimson ember sparks, The wintry haze shuddering, As new hopes dazzled. .
It's the season of weddings. The media is splashed with celebrity wedding pictures as we gape in awe at the couture costumes and dreamy sequences, a page out of another world. We dream and conjure of living that glam dream. But mundane people like me can only look from afar and watch the hoopla with… Continue reading A wedding ( a Limerick)
Life, A burlesque, A comedy of relations entwined, Each into its into own, And never into yours. You give them all, And they take it all. A caricature of love, A friendly charade, And downsizing. Its part of the game, So just sit back, And enjoy, The burlesque of life.
A palette of colours, Splash of life, Dabbled on a canvas. And then, The colours of nature, Myriad hues, The dazzle in dark, As distant lights, Luminous and proud, And the silvery crescent, Adorning the dark canvas. It's all magic! Beauty is right before me, I just need the eyes to see it.
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/
New beginnings, New hopes, New dreams to unfold! As you light up myriad lights, Their luminiscence sparkles in your eyes, As you aspire to tread on paths, Where you feared to tread. The incandescent glow, It lights your way in dark. Come what may, You know you will find your way. You got lost in… Continue reading Happy Diwali
A fuzzy mind swoons, But not a morsel of food, Still a serene smile.
As I stand at the cusp, I pause and think. What had gone by, Its kaleidoscope whirred in mind's eye. Those buried dreams,those inane desires, Those silly joys, Long gone and dead, Now get a whiff of life, Make tarried movements, As they rouse from their hoary slumber. I reminisce our camaraderie, How we wove… Continue reading If tomorrow will come
A jibe, Thought-out, And sharp so to hurt loud, Masked in innocence affected, I smile.
