Eccentric I was a breach-baby and had arrived into this world with my head held high and my feet on the ground. Conventional, I wasn’t, even back then. My grandfather, an acclaimed astrologer, had labelled me impulsive in…
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…
Touch Of Love
The NaPoWriMo challenge is to write a poem a day for the month of April. Touch of Love I can still feel your touch, on the upholstery of the car, I shiver with the, warmth of your hand. …
Best Friend
Things are never quite as scary when you have a best friend. ~Bill Watterson I have my best friend to thank for my name, her name was Sulekha too. My tale dates back to 1967 when I was a mere…
True Beauty of Love
The NaPoWriMo challenge is to write a poem a day for the month of April. Time’s cruel hands have scarred her, damaged her beyond recognition. She is a shadow of what she used to be. Beaten, bruised, battered she,…
Air Travel Tale
‘A’ is the first letter of the English alphabet and our writing challenge begins with this letter. I have always been afraid of travelling by air and preferred spending 24 hours in the train from Delhi to Bombay than…
I washed the dishes and I loved it…
I washed the dishes and I loved it… My song is not as exciting as Katy Perry’s, ‘I kissed a girl and I liked it’ 😉 Today my housemaid decided to take a day off without giving me a day’s…
Imagination
On the pristine cloak of my imaginative mind, tiny traces of skin and caked-up blood under my fingernails, are the only things left to remind me of you. The scratches on my arm are testimony to my struggle with you.…
This Moment
{THIS MOMENT} 23-03-2012 This Moment is a ritual found on SouleMama which was introduced…
When we lose a loved one…
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YvBKHram3rw&feature=youtu.be This video is the most beautiful gesture by a dear friend. Melissa Tandoc is an artist, writer, poet and music composer, her blog is http://www.grazieadio.blogspot.com. Come to her blog and see how talented she is! The images in this video are…