I see myself in the mirror of their eyes; crystal clear, He who I am. I see not scars of love, for their support heals; I see not old hopelessness, for they exude confidence; I see not ghosts of fear, for their presence calms; I hold me close to life. I hear myself in their … Read moreFor eternity..
This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 32; the thirty-second edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. The theme for the month is ‘An Untold Story’ An untold story, I whisper … Read moreAn Untold Story..
I remember me, when I was a child, I dreamed, many silly dreams, hard as they seemed, in me I believed, they’d come true. An engineer? That was the first, my parents’ too, and it happened; A journalist? I had pondered it, like an adventure, it was left wanting. Each new day, another new dream, … Read moreI remember..
starry serenade I return home with the day moon Linked with Haiku Heights (#190, Home), and Carpe Diem (#5, Moon) (’12, Oct 06)
I observe, what others just see; at times even don’t see. Small things, that matter not, can stay forgot, but it brings, much difference to a li’l world, I seem to make for myself. I’m blunt, I ask it direct, a curiosity to understand, why life is bland without that little piece; like one missing … Read moreOn observing..
tick-tock, tick-tock, the clock still knocks, on the window of my eyes. rules, my mother says: “six hours of sleep, that you must keep; switch off the PC now, go to bed,” with love; I start counting sheep. but midnight, midnight, that’s writing hour; along comes a thought, yes, I love it a lot, and … Read moreWriting hour