JUST BECAUSE… Just because she doesn’t cry, and waves goodbye, smiling. Just because she holds her head high, doesn’t mean her heart isn’t hurting. Just because she looks fine, doesn’t mean she actually is. Just because she…
I Miss You…
I MISS YOU I Miss You… Miss your presence in my thoughts, your absent smile in my heart. Miss your silent responses and your witty comebacks. Miss your unconditional support, Miss the way we were, what I had become…
How do I define Magic?
H is for HOW… How do I define magic? Magic is the happy feeling you get when your hard work pays off. Magic happens when you feel a smile growing in your heart, and the world smiles back. For…
Good Cause
Good Cause I am sharing an old post with you today, because as I wrote down the topic of my challenge, this post was the first thing that flashed in my mind. I had participated in a 3 k m mini marathon, campaign…
In your eyes
The NaPoWriMo challenge is to write a poem a day for the month of April. Haiku In your eyes, I see a stranger, smiling at me, knowingly. Sulekha Rawat Visit These Sites and Cheer Them On! NaPoWriMo 2012 Participants…
Eternal Sunshine
The NaPoWriMo challenge is to write a poem a day for the month of April. The familiar baritone, sent shivers down my spine. My parched ears drank in, his voice,like…
‘Familiar’ is for Cowards
‘Familiar’ is for cowards… I am anything but a coward, call me a ‘Risk-Taker’, if you may. I have always believed in doing what felt right rather than what is conventional and universally acceptable. ‘If it didn’t feel right,…
A brief moment in time
The NaPoWriMo challenge is to write a poem a day for the month of April. As she flits across your mind, she leaves a bit of her soul behind. Her touch lingers on your heart, from here, she never wants to depart.…
D is for DAD
DAD She is a curse, a blemish on life. A deep dark secret lurks in her sad eyes. She craves his forgiveness, wants to make amends, because her birthday brought his life to an end. Daddy, please…
Comfortably Numb
The NaPoWriMo challenge is to write a poem a day for the month of April. Cold hands, Icy limbs, frozen heart and soul, in this desert of loneliness. Chilled to the bone, in this vast scorching, wilderness of abandonment. …
Creative People
Creative People “I think everybody is creative”, this statement didn’t go down well with my friend, who retorted, “Not everyone is creative, they can be talented but they are definitely not creative.” I would like to argue my…