August 31, 2016

Grrowing Up #freewrite

Growing old with some wisdom
Growing strong with agility
Loving self without being selfish to others
At peace with the surroundings
Without being meek anymore
Come, meet
The new-

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August 13, 2016

Revival - Survival

Solitary existence
Scattered strength
Biding mortar
Firming existence
Pieces congregate
Ego disintegrates
External pressure
Weak in force
Nothing -
Can make me fall
Today I survive
Harsh winds

Like a brick wall.

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August 8, 2016

Thoughtful Words

Quill And Ink Pot

The quill whispered to the ink, “Spiritless to the world around, we imbibe the sorrows and happiness before the emotions are deciphered by others.”

“Hush,” retorted the ink. “Keep steady, or I may spill.” “Let the wary thoughts flow on the white sheets for it's time to help the jittery heart reclaim the lost rhythm.”

August 7, 2016


Personally, I feel promises make things stringent. Otherwise one may be relaxed and if not preoccupied try to their best carry out the things as decided. To me it is just like the times I put an alarm only to find myself awake if a few hours waiting for the clock to ring.

This time I participated in this BarAThon and lo! Here I have successfully completed the seven days without much effort and burden. Apart from writing I even managed to visit the blogs of fellow blog-mates.

I would not categorize it as promise but something on the same lines where I wish to complete the tasks without the pressure to succeed or win. Hope to make through other tasks and works with equal zest and happiness as this one.

Aug 7th: Promise (to yourself/someone else)

August 6, 2016

Wishful Thinking

Proof of agony still gripped her soul; words like the dart still pierced her ears. Longing since long she yearned for a drop of love and tinge of care in her barren life.

Nothing can change a person obsessed with self and fond of pity, however, she still carried hope in her heart.

Who knows…?


Aug 6th: Wishful thinking

August 5, 2016

Still There Inside the Heart

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Baby Girl Shoes Christmas or Hanging Ornament
Reminiscent of the one, who never reached her
Tracing the void that was never filled
Pressing hard the bosom that never held her close
Tiny Shoes still hung by the wall.

The unseen face that still fills his dreams
The tears that hide behind the dry eyes
She was his angel whom he never saw

Tiny shoes still hung by the wall.

This post was originally a part of the BarAThon week at Blog-A-Rhythm in 2016.

August 4, 2016

Shattered Pieces

Each anniversary a surprise would wait for her and he somehow made his gifts unique often leaving her wondering ‘if everything was real’.

This time, they were seven seas apart and she could feel his pangs of this separation; “His face is a mirror of his true feelings,” she said to herself. There Skype conversation made her uneasy as her commitments kept her away from him.


She  unlocked the door softly and as the minute hand touched twelve she screamed at the top of her voice SURPRISE!

His silhouette was visible on the couch.

No,” she realized; there were two.


Aug 4th: Caught red-handed

ALSO, Linking up with Uncharted Blog and Six Sentence Stories, where the cue word is Minute.

August 3, 2016

Fragile Life

Lose yourself
To embrace your being tightly
Sit together for a while
Talk your heart out
Let your soul become alive.

Listen to your heartbeat
Tap your toes light
Clap like a child
Sink into the vast land ahead
Soak the best from bygone.

Close your eyes
Dream about your wish
Attempt to catch your fish
Pat your shoulders
Gift yourself a signature style.

Laugh and smile
Cry and try
Fall to rise again
Don’t lose who you hide
Deep within you, there is still a child.

Be your own judge
Compete with your last try
Pamper yourself
Love your life.


Life Is Fragile!

Aug 3rd: Fragile lives

August 2, 2016

Learning The art


The mystery unfolds,
Camera rolls.
Life takes the cue,
Enacts the scenes-
Makes me weep,
Makes me smile,
Trips me over,
Helps me cross the mile.
Speculations put the brake,
Existence on the stake.
Then I realize
Life is fun
While on the ‘go’
The pleasure is not in existence
It’s hidden in -

What you don’t know.

Aug 2nd: What you don’t know