“While I breathe, I hope” – (Dum spiro spero) Every time I take a selfie, I see A few more wrinkles and fine lines on me Saw the same on my mother’s aging face Feared losing my pretty mom…

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“While I breathe, I hope” – (Dum spiro spero) Every time I take a selfie, I see A few more wrinkles and fine lines on me Saw the same on my mother’s aging face Feared losing my pretty mom…
WHAT IF? What if I pretend all is fine with me? Would it assauge your guilt and relieve you? When you look at me what is it you see? Is my smile fake or my agony true? …
(Today’s prompt was sent to me by a dear friend, (Amrita), whom I met in the very same zumba class mentioned below in my poem. Thanks, Amrita for this prompt. Hope I have done justice to it.) When I go…
What’s so special about a cup of tea? Some hot water, dried tea leaves, and honey Let me just tell you what it means to me. Tea is for all days, cloudy and sunny. It cleanses my palate in…
I remember, I used to remember Memories play tricks on my aging mind I make plans for April in December Still forget if there’s no one to remind. My lengthy to-do list I cannot find Now I write with…
I think I should write my memoir soon. Before I forget all that has gone by. Some bits I will shout, others I will croon. In my final moments, I dare not lie. Where do I begin, how much…
Missing my parents so much it is unbearable. ‘Who, being loved, is poor?’ ~ Oscar Wilde My parents accompanied me to the gym yesterday, and it was wonderful. I showed them my fitness routine and they were proud of me.…
I intend to get myself inked with this brilliant phrase, ‘chaos reigns here’!!! Why? There are tons of reasons, but I am going to list just a few to give you a clear picture of what it’s like to…
Always look on the bright side of life. Otherwise it’ll be too dark to read. ~Author unknown This happened last year. It had been raining heavily in North India for the past few days and created havoc in the lives…
Raindrops are teardrops from heaven I think raindrops are teardrops from heaven They are crimson hued and warm to the touch They all cry like me twenty four seven There’s a reason they are crying so much. The angels…
Lonely Grief I try to see what life has planned for me. Is crying in grief and sorrow my bane. I lost my parents, poor old orphaned me. I know for sure my loss is heaven’s gain. A child…
Now that you are gone I seek search to no avail The place I call home Memories are real How else could I see you both Whenever I like. Gone but not too far By my side in a…
Panting to help the dear ones and yet not knowing how, lest any voice bereave them… One who only said “I am sorry” helped me the most when father ceased — it was too soon for language. ~Emily Dickinson These…