Saturday Surmise

When people take you for granted and you don't realise it! You are good ,selfless and kind. You think for them before considering yourselves. But they just forget you. Obliterating you from their minds, rough- shodding you and simply discarding once the purpose is served. When you see through them,lot of water has flown under… Continue reading Saturday Surmise

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Lohri(a haiku)

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. .

My staircase

My staircase, Wide arched, It's wood lined steps tapering, Narrowing as it moved higher, The teak polished banister, Embellished with muslin and silk, Wreathed with hued autumnal blossoms. I look at it in awe, As I tread softly on its steps. It leads me up to a landing, As I stand face to face with… Continue reading My staircase

Be You

There is beauty in your imperfections, The things that are most true, Are filled with flaws, covered in cracks, You stumble on your sentences, Forget the words that you need, You are real, To those parading as perfection, Pay them no heed, For it is you and how you feel, It is you and those… Continue reading Be You

When your mind wants……..

When your mind wants , Nothing else, But, To go on a vacation. It wants to shut down, The constant buzz, It has drained its power. It just wants to procrastinate, It wants to stand and stare, As the world runs by. It tells you to take a pause, But you pay it no heed.… Continue reading When your mind wants……..

Flying on wings…..

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Steam up that soul tied, In the social cover tight, Now free to soar high. Via: https://wordpress.com/read/feeds/64808775/posts/1990704107

Friday RDP:Coffee (An ode to Coffee)

My cuppa of coffee, My elixir of life. Manna from heaven, A boon granted to wipe away my turmoils. As the invigorating aroma hits me, Oh! How I describe it? It sends shafts of pure joy into a mundane me, It makes my senses do a jive, As I relish each sip. I forget myself,… Continue reading Friday RDP:Coffee (An ode to Coffee)