December 31, 2015

Adieu 2015

To
The year 2015

Dear me, it is already thirty-first of December and you will be a part of the past from tomorrow. It was a fine journey as I flipped through the calendar month after month. As a resolution, I had planned to be regular with my writing dates and to an extent, it turned out quite fine actually above my expectations so I am somewhat happy.

Though the pace of life was steady in the beginning then somewhere I lost the grip and you seemed to have found wings around the second half of the year. On the personal front, I have to learn more and experiment less but then this year I hope to be even with your successor.

December 18, 2015

Either Way - It's still okay!

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For I know myself better than
what the world may claim.
Calmness in me does not reflect apathy
Silence does not mean I am mute
I have an opinion
That I rather not waste
On deaf ears and 
Shut eyes
So
If you think, I am odd
Not part of the herd
It’s still okay!

#ItsStillOkay

December 3, 2015

Relative Reality

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So, what is the in thing these days?

Trending things you know.

It seems everything that comes on prime time is supposedly called breaking news (even if it talks about lingerie or a pet food).

How do we know if what is observant through the media is actually the talk amongst the masses or just a pastime among the classes?

I saw this advertisement where they are wishfully suggesting paying each other through the app. Well, you see that is the wishful part of it all, as the majority of the population who are daily wagers have a ‘chaloo khaata’ with the grocer or else earn and eat. So are we actually moving ahead for the masses or…? I hope I am a bit clearer.

We cannot measure progress with a certain section of society. It is not about “you’ or “me” it is a cumulative effect of “We”. Few of those who have studied chemistry will remember, “The rate of a reaction is determined by the slowest step”

However, I had no intention to write this stuff but it just flowed through taking me off the path so will probably see next time as to what is trending!

October 14, 2015

Nothing to Me

Sometimes people come in our lives that create a chaos of sorts and do not let our lives sail through even the silent waves without stirring and jerking us through.

Scheming and plotting they are they are busy mending things for themselves less worried about its effect on other fellow beings.

Pretense is a mask that overshadows the normal lives of other people with its pompous yet false grandeur making prey of other people who are emotionally blind either or have not yet been part of the  venomous effect yet to know its capabilities. As for people smart enough to understand who fail to react, I find are in love or else scared as to how the society reacts to acquaintance hence, keep a blind eye or curtain on such deeds.

Nothing should be the status of such people, but the irony is that due to their brilliant acts in real life they are held high and their fire of wrong doings is given air to keep burning.

May be God-fearing people share space with them however, they should mean nothing to them.

Simply put they exist but are NULL and VOID.

Do you too have such extensions and relationships where you feel there is not space for growth or breathing?


Linking To ABC Wednesday

October 7, 2015

MOTHER

Juggling through the day with numerous chores
Struggling through the night with aches and sores
She refuses to give up or meet the ground
Determined to rise above life, above the crowd
Waking before the dawn
Sleeping after the house dozes off
She possesses a silken heart 
Is fully aware when her children act smart
She is the lifeline of the family
Full of love and sympathy
She is a MOTHER.

October 5, 2015

October sky

Sad, but I could not keep pace with the last month blog posting. As the month of October has started, I promised myself to keep alive the posts and bring back into momentum my visits to fellow bloggers write-ups.

October is special as it etches another year of ‘We’. Especially this October it seems breezier and the rains are adding an extra charm and effect after an almost dry monsoon. Everyone thought that the coming months would end up in dry spells but then the rains came to the rescue. Love those clouds and the rains.

September 30, 2015

Worth Every Second - Success

Sweet, tangy, pure and addictive
Introducing me to ecstasy 
Sensation lingering strong
Erased the difference
Between right and wrong

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Intoxicated by its presence
I lost control
World turned around
Life no longer stands calm
Still, I declare
Success has its own charm.


September 28, 2015

Love Unconditional

When you feel loved
Toughest times do not matter
Life just refuses to shatter.
It is a feeling too personal to define
An abstract with no perfect design
Rawness keeps it alive.
It is a peck on the forehead
A pat on the back
Clenching of hands
Talking eyes
Wordless times.

Deep within
Invisible to world outside
Love is not just red roses
Not restricted to gifts and poses.

It is a rainbow
Without rain and the sun
A garden in times
When everything appears barren.

Love is without rules
Sans any condition
It is hidden in a quarrel
That can ease the tension.

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Let your love be your own
Not a showcase
Or exhibition
For other souls.

True love is eternal
With its share of up and down
You just know it is there
When there is no need to pretend
or a reason for your feelings
 to hide.

September 23, 2015

Kindergarten

The first kindergarten was established by Froebel in Bad Blankenburg, Germany in 1837. He renamed his Play and Activity Institute to a ‘kindergarten’ two years later in 1840; a term coined by him.

Kinder means "children" and ‘Garten’ means “garden" in German. It was set up with the aim of providing the toddlers an exposure to the various facets of life like music, motor skill development, drawing, nature etc.

The first one in England was established 1850 by Johannes Ronge, German Catholic priest; in America, 1868, by Elizabeth Peabody of Boston, Mass.

September 16, 2015

Fresh Air

Shredded to the last bit
It took away my loneliness
Leaving me empty and light
Without any guilt

Many close relations were lost
As I was busy raising toasts
Reintroducing myself to living
Pacing especially slow
I just tore up my
EGO!


September 15, 2015

Joker, Juggler, and Life

One-day life visited the circus to find itself entrapped in an act. A Joker stood juggling the colorful balls at the edge of a plank raised quite high for a common person.

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The colored balls followed a circular path, while the once at the top half  were prominent each time a ball was lost in his hand; however the act was continuous and fast so it never seemed to hide.

September 14, 2015

Connection Strengthened by the Sky

What do I have to do if the match is fixed? I am rarely interested in the men in shiny uniforms who are chasing runs and picking wickets. However, this time it was different as some crucial match (I realized that as it the hot topic while he was on Whatsapp or phone or reading paper) happened to fall on the day we were to celebrate our Anniversary. As it is a common belief that men are poor with days and occasions it makes me wonder how they remember the who’s who of wicket takers and the runs made by other players. Coming back to my story, well I was dead sure that I was not letting any match ruin my day so I would let him watch his match! This would be my gift to him (An uninterrupted match session without the wife bickering in the background).

I knew this was going to be a perfect plan. A surprise, which unlike other surprises in the past would not go unnoticed and would have a longer heart life (as in shelf life) and I would Get to spend a lovely evening with him ;). God would not betray me this time I knew. However, as many of my married friends would vouch moments like this are under ill spells (JINXED!) as he told me one evening that on the day of his MATCH some urgent work with clients would ruin the day he planned (read, still no mention of anniversary).

No nothing shall ruin this day was my yearning and I badly needed a backup plan to fall back on. There were still few days left and I was keen to find a way out when the idiot box came to my rescue as an advertisement guided me through.

September 10, 2015

Almost Perfect!

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A perfect day I had planned when he asked me to meet up across the lake, by the cycle stand.

A boat ride, followed by snacks and lots of ‘you and I’ time.

Sunny day welcomed me outside; fluttering heart soared to the clouds.

Over a cup of tea, he planned to pour his heart out; say the lovely words drowning out the crowd.

September 9, 2015

Blind in Brightness

Fatal love blurs sight
Glimmer in dark appears Gold
Impartial bias

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Mirror Never Lied


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Hidden behind the glittery lifestyle was a soul with dull life.

A fake smile that impressed all, couldn't penetrate the self-created luxury wall, happiness evaded the soul for it alone knew the truth about those skeletons on which the empire stood tall.


42-word response to the question 'who was that masked man?'

September 8, 2015

Perspective

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Blending hues 
Suddenly appear
Meeting far above
Creating a stir

Up here
As I am, near
The colours
I wished to touch
No longer 
Stay so dear

I stare down 
Lush green grass
Never known to exist
Lay with its arms open
Calling me back

Fences 
That appeared resistance
Give me protection
The very height 
I wished to achieve
Showed me 
How small I am.

September 4, 2015

Breaking News - Back in Two Minutes

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Breaking News
They lost her
Probably lost forever
Last time they saw her
It was during her evening walk
Around that corner

Yes, the little soul
Out on a stroll
Must have lost the way
While she play
With her counterpart

Mamma is crying 
Leaving her little girl worried
As the little doggie is missing
From their house
Big house with a lawn
That too, two storey

She was too small 
To be their guard
But, she gave them status
Made them 
The neighborhood star.

September 3, 2015

Start Fresh for a Refreshing Day

A healthy body leads to a healthy mind and a fresh start. There are things that I have gradually imbibed in my routine to have a smooth sail, a few of them I share with you. I am also trying to inculcate some habits in little ‘P’ so that it becomes a habit for him and not something he has to be reminded about.

Prepare the things for the next day before hand so that the early morning chaos does not interfere with the functioning of a daily routine.

Eat a light dinner and a take ample sleep to wake up fresh and lively.

Avoid going to bed with a heavy heart. Sometimes when things are borderline I sleep listening to music or else pick a book to read so that I doze off without taxing my nerves. Choose your distraction.

What are some of your best tips for getting your day off to a good start?

September 2, 2015

What the Peonies told her?

Peonies, William Merritt Chase, 1897
Completely aware of what the contents in her bag could lead to she sat with poise at the corner of his fully packed visitors’ room; it could backfire and end as another amusing affair for the public.

“Both their lives were about to undergo a drastic change, but then he deserved it after what he had done to her mother years ago; money was not everything though they had enough provided by him but what about identity,” She thought.

As she sat, looking at the peonies, the fallen petals caught her attention, they no longer belonged to the bouquet that they adorned once and the ripples in that water stirred the essence of the lake but then it added a charm to its otherwise stagnant existence.

 As she sat deeply engrossed in her own world, the secretary informed her that her master was ready to meet her, bringing her back to reality. 

As if woken from a deep sleep she excused herself to use the washroom where she tore the paper into shreds and walking off in the direction opposite to his room.

She was determined to be more than a flower that bloomed in his garden with several others like hers and felt a new determination to create new ripples in her life and start afresh with new dreams and destinations balancing life with her newfound elasticity of hope.

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September 1, 2015

Starting School

As for me, the school was never a disturbing element in my life. I was happy waking up in the morning and getting ready for school, so my parents have informed me. However, things are different now, as I have palpitations with each new session. No, I am no longer a student but worse, a mother of a school-going toddler.

He too is fine with the idea of school (probably has my genes) but then the chaos of reshuffling the timetable after a gap of holidays takes up the best of me. As it is that little ‘P’ is too young to look after the books and manage time so mamma has to adjust herself through his eyes.

I am often wondering how my mother ever managed it with two children with her own job. One thing is for sure marriage and offspring(s) made me realize the worth of my mom especially when things were more stringent at the home front unlike now.

Still learning the nitty gritty of a mom, I hope I adjust as quickly to the new school session of my kid as I did with mine.

August 28, 2015

Breakfast

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The table is set for their first rendezvous as today he shall have breakfast with them.

Sunny and bright is an auspicious omen, unlike the cloudy dim sky that stayed until last evening when he finally agreed to meet her parents.

She appears calm for her heart is leaping, dancing, cheering for having finally reached this point where her baby would not be born outside a wedlock.

The table lay set until the noon, the phone she tried stayed out of reach bringing her gloom.

The hands of the clock left her hand to move ahead while she stayed stuck to the day until her end, the day when he had to come.

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August 25, 2015

Gift

 “Where are you taking me?” Riddhi asked annoyed with him for having forgotten to wish her, leave alone give the gift she had desired for on their first anniversary, an early morning breakfast with him and the sunrise in the background as the new resort in their city claimed.

“Endurance my dear is the best companion at the moment,” Atul replied with a kidding note in his voice.

“Hope he has no despicable ideas,” she recollected the news about the suicide by a young, much in love couple. In addition, she remembered him talking about bringing some Project to its conclusion. “Was it she?”

August 22, 2015

Temptations

Colourful specks fill my life
I chose a few
Kept them aside
Attempting to preserve
Bottled them up
Alas!
I forgot about them
After a while.

One day I opened my safe
There lay my treasure
Hidden in the dark
While I was, busy
To unravel the future
Left behind
- My forgotten spark.


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August 21, 2015

You See it's Time to Switch to 4G

The other day we planned a party for one of our dear friends. We planned everything from the cake, card, gifts, and the place we were to meet. A perfect plan except that we did not book a place and as it was a ‘Friday’ people literally flooded every restaurant.

Undeterred by the negative start the not so young brains coupled and found a solution. One of us picked the phone and called up a few places on the highway and within half an hour had the tables booked for the tribe. Yes, we are a tribe as we are as distinct from the general lot as the fingers on a hand. Just then, the youngest of our group (the birthday girl) entered zipping through on her scooty and as we began to boast about our impromptu plan, something in the smile told us another story.

August 18, 2015

Never Too Late


    What the mind whispered into scared souls, their heart refused to consider for the seeds were sown early when the parents compensated their time with gifts and gadgets.

    Nevertheless, it is never too late to teach compassion and love for fellow beings.

August 12, 2015

Erase

No longer
I wish to erase
Broken dreams
Ugly truths.

Realization has dawned
No longer I let
The sweetness
Take my advantage
Play con!

August 11, 2015

Mind that Lipstick

He entered the room in haste without even glancing at the people around.

Walking swiftly, he wandered from one room to another; those who knew him continued with their tasks however the people who had no idea about him looked at this tall and lanky fellow with skepticism.

August 9, 2015

Being There

I can’t get the image out of my head
Your smiling face
Bright lit eyes
Wordlessly
without effort
the way you
Confessed...

Small gestures that say
You Care
Pat on the back
That confides
If ever in distress
I will find you there.


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August 6, 2015

Oh, Moon

PHOTO PROMPT -© Madison Woods
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Oh, moon! 
I know 
You are not 
Addicted to loneliness 

Be defiant 
For once 
Let the power 
Of closeness 
Scrap through your filth 

Lay bare 
Your reservations 
Next time you meet the stars

August 3, 2015

Deciphering Depths


flying soul
free
Deep inside the soul
Buried under existence
Lives a raw 'She'
Wanting to spread wings
Ready to shed the cloak
Giving air to her wounds
Befriending breeze
New-
free spirited 'She'.

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August 2, 2015

Sore Reminiscences

I noticed an old man 

Sitting on a park bench

Sobbing his heart out

The silent sobs

Leaving a trail

Behind the tears

Pricked my heart aloud.

I stopped a passerby

‘Mister’, one query –

‘Why does this old man cry?’

‘Ahh! A sad story’

He replied.

August 1, 2015

Unforgiving Past

She was back to the old house after twenty years. Although the world outside had changed drastically within the fences only the colors were lost otherwise the house still owned that haunted effect.

As she retraced the avenue she used to walk as a little girl her, she could feel the reverberation of her heart. Although it was dark inside she could perceive the blue sofa at the corner of that house exactly as the diary had described it.

July 29, 2015

Bubble

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Transparent, Wispy
Floating sparkles flying high
Life akin Bubbles
Colorless yet reflecting
Fragile yet enthralled with heights


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July 28, 2015

Calm not Vulnerable


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Hidden fury
Beneath the calmness
Waits for a challenge
Ready to take revenge
Silence is not weakness
It is endurance at peak
Although they never speak
They are hurt deep
Do not insist –
That they speak
For the turmoil once, open
Shall take one chance
Then it will be –
A clean sweep
Those who inflict pain
Will have no reason to blame
For what they sowed
They shall reap!

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July 24, 2015

In search of Warm Snow

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The metallic sheen outside the window tempts me; the polished crystals hanging on the window beckon me to feel them.

I wish to abide their call but then I am a child whose universe is confined to this room. This is the optimal environment for me; conditioned to a particular temperature. I long to play with the snowman; dig into the snow to make snowballs and throw them at friends.

I know I this is tough but cannot the sun for one day give its warmth to the white mushy snow while I play like the others. If only ...

Cherished for LIfe

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This picture is an interpretation of how my little one sees us. He made the drawing when he had just started his pre-school. The mamma, papa, and baby flowers gave a vista to his world that is confined; his first expression about love.

Although, it is nothing expensive or ornamental but it holds a special place in my heart and is probably the finest gift I have ever received. It embellishes my workstation and in times when low phase ambushes me, it fortifies my spirits.

Sometimes children teach us tough lessons of life in the simplest ways. If a gift has, personal feelings attached to it and a uniqueness characteristic of the person giving it, the memories rarely fade away.

In addition, love needs no words or a decoration if it is there it automatically comes forth in the gestures. The wavy lines and the chaotic coloring gave me a feeling that is unmatched for and beyond words in my vocabulary.

July 23, 2015

Host Me A Dinner

I simply love dinner parties.  It is a time to socialize,  let loose yourself , free your mind of daily hassles. However best dinner parties are where you are either a host or a guest. One may ask what is left then. Let me rephrase  it. Who is left then?

The 'leftovers' types (If I take the liberty of using this phrase) are somewhat in between the two. They are the ones sent for a toss.

One such example would be a  party thrown by a close radar human. All dressed  and ready for the evening you made a vibrant entry. A few snacks and the trouble  starts.  It is not actually a trouble but then mind was  so convinced  for a relaxing  period that even little work looked taxing. Halfway through your body and mind start getting distracted. The darling that you are at these moments; you are left me in charge of meals and drinks. 

If it is a mutual get together you are ready for a little stir here and a little  pour there but an invite for a formal  party changes the equation. However, on my part I prefer that guests who come to my place or event do not have to toil themselves. I make it a point that enough  help is there to help the people that have come.

A party even if it is held at home should leave the guests with cherished  moments. It should be engaging but not to the levels of getting  to the  nerves  of the  people. 

There is no bigger pleasure than being served  hot food or tea at the end of a hectic work schedule. As for the people  who are tossed at the party  are the ones that are invited  as guests  but end up substituting  hosts at all vacant  positions of host chores. All goes in vain when the crowd is busy chatting and you are supervising a snack service or a drink service.  You are doing all or major chores of the host but the party album has not a single  good shot of the lovely dress you wore or the new lipstick  shade that  had adorned your lips. The few clicks you see were better buried than being part of the album.

To add salt to your burns every group on chat, every few clicks on social networking site are about the party that left you in a lurch.  You are praised  by one or two for what you did keeping your sores wet forever. No one sees the agony of your soul that had accompanied your  body to that invite. You are then left to think  of your status that was neither a host  nor  the guest.

An off the trail event cannot wither the soul. Personally I prefer a group of close people eating together,  chatting  away till wee hours, a little help here, a little argument there over a party with some known and some unknown faces still attend most invitations that come my way.

Love or social obligation or both got to attend one this over the weekend too. 

July 22, 2015

Long Buried Desire


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The petroglyphs told the story of an unusual event.” said Max.

While all tried to interpret the etchings, little Tim could not resist to put forth his readings; as he interpreted it as trees, spiral, ladders, and funny men, everyone seemed amused and laughed except the old man.

July 21, 2015

Belief

The word ‘belief’ instantly gives an image of believing in some supreme power beyond our vision and grasp.  However, it should not be restricted to believing in the religion or some power or even the relationships; it should start and terminate with believing in you. The rest should lie amid it.

It is very important to have faith in the power of ‘I’. No matter how tedious a task or how rugged is a path believing in our soul keeps the spirits alive. The Torch of hope never diminishes for those have faith in them. One should not interpret it to over estimating our self. It is about befriending our soul with the spirit of living.

When we believe in our self, it is visible, as confidence to the observer. There is firmness in character that enhances the personality. The firmness is not equivalent to rigidity as belief gives an ease to sort out matters and chose a path. A person with faith is capable of weighing the pros and cons without letting the ego budge in, as inside they are aware of their strength to strive to achieve their goals.

The biggest enemy of humans is ‘self doubt’ especially if accompanied with ego and pride hamper the thoughts and blind the judgments. The path we tread may be wrong but we should not be wrong.

Believe in yourself
Believe in your deeds
However,
Don’t let that turn you wooden
Ignorant when others’ plead.

Believe in your path
Believing your soul
However,
Don’t let arrogance take over
Life is more than, just goals.

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ABC Wednesday
Monday Musings

July 20, 2015

Affirmations

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I have a learnt a trick to do away with the gloom and blues that take over me. When nothing seems to work and the mind is but equivalent to a void, when the heart loses to spontaneity and intuition makes me ponder I take to affirmations.

I may not get solutions but, gradually the self-doubt starts melting, which may be attributed to diversion and positive vibes that evolve. It relaxes the nerves. My mother introduced me to this phenomenon.

July 17, 2015

Let's be free for Once

Drowned in the colours of independence
Swaying to the patriotic tunes
People enjoy this day of freedom
As gazette holiday cuts through their busy schedule.

Is this, the independence that we sought?
Is it for this day that they fought?
What freedom are we talking?
Whose life are we mocking?

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Games that Mind Plays

PHOTO PROMPT- © Sandra Crook
PHOTO PROMPT- © Sandra Crook
Feeling lonely in her den, she took to the roads bearing the brunt of the scorching heat, as she needed a breath of fresh air.

July 16, 2015

Chasing the Sunset


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Even though it has been years since he is gone, still her eyes keep wandering towards the rising and the setting sun every day of the year.

She never leaves her house; “what if he comes in my absence?” is her fear.

July 15, 2015

Inception

I sat
Under the shady mango tree
Played hide and seek
With family

Climbed the tree
To fetch mangoes
Saw you hidden behind
 That shrub of rose

Held tightly
 By your glimpse
Missed a beat
Again

While Dreaming - 
How, it all began.



July 10, 2015

Let’s Talk About Healthy Balanced Diet, Honey!

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Aren’t we all deep into being healthy? Aren’t we scrutinizing literature and sites for that special trick to do away with that flabby look or those love handles? Weren’t we deciding upon a new diet that seems to be trending to get a toned down look? So, should we opt for a crash diet or go on a diet regime with some exercise? 
  
With all the confusion, the body consoles the mind that better start next time than fret over the right and wrong about the way of losing weight. Well, being healthy is not about a particular body size, a chiseled jaw line, or a waist to die for; it is concerned about a healthy body with a wholesome mind and a healthy soul that accompanies it all irrespective of body type.

What, Eyes Don't See #CinderellaStory

Every girl is a princess, in her own sense; so to be her prince, a boy needs to have that perfect pair of heart and mind that appreciates her individuality and essence. Even if Cinderella was ugly, yet virtuous, kind and courageous while her stepsisters were pretty the prince would chose her if he were her true soul mate.

I am pretty, that's for sure.
You may not agree, but I know.

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Ask my mother what she feels
She will tell you I am her Queen.
Ask my father, what he has to say.
He'll make it clear
Seeing my face keeps his problems away.

July 9, 2015

Other Side


Bathers, 1950 by George Tooker
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As she waited for her turn in the shower, a silhouette caught her attention. Although the glimpse was short but she was sure.

Bet a Pound - It Bound them Together

It started with a pound.
She thought 
She heard a sound
It was cling
Followed by a clang
It had fallen on the ground.

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July 8, 2015

Nature's Song

Singing songs
Some cold some warm
Nature turns the hands
Of the clock.

 Tick tock Tick tock
Move the hands of the clock
Times are changing
Time never stops.

Singing songs
Some short some long 
Nature fine tunes

Man and his wrongs.

That Ant On the Wall

Sad and disheartened
My stare is stalled
There I see it crawling
That dusty gray wall.

I pity the little soul
I know it will fall
I wait for that plunge
When it meets the grunge.

Breaking my pessimism
Reviving my faith in altruism
It has taught me to move on
Hold myself strong.

Fall it is, outside the window
I see dry leaves, naked trees
Adorning these city streets
Forgot it’s their Protection
From winter shadows
 Accompanying chilly breeze.

Fall, I experienced too
Now I know its reason
I know I have the potential to rise
I begin my new season.