A poem tugged at my sleeve, and tried to catch my eye. I ignored the gentle pull and, Walked away, unmindful, of its tiny sigh. It followed me like a puppy, loyal, loving and playful. Hopped, skipped and danced, Around…
If I forget?
How will I remember you? If I lose my mind, I would hate it, Not knowing you. I don’t want to not remember. What do I do? How can I never forget? If you call my name, and I…
Girl on the swing…
Girl on the swing… “Why doesn’t he forgive me? What’s my crime? I fell in love with a boy, whom my parents didn’t like, that’s my crime.” Siya tries to think of something to say or do to make her…
MEME AWARD
MEME AWARD Tag–I’m it. David, the talented author of the blog, http://erinsdomain.blogspot.com/ has tagged me with a MEME. I am to answer a few questions about myself then pass the MEME on to other bloggers I enjoy. It’s a fun,…
Queen of the Asylum
I rule this place with my demented mind. Nobody is mad here, you will find. We all pretend to be insane, It’s all pretence, a game. To hoodwink those who sneer, And whisper in each other’s ears. “There goes that…
The Week that was……Thank You all.
T A message in your inbox can change your life….forever. It happened to me, Pandora Poikilos, a versatile blogger, writer, whose work centres around book reviews, product reviews, feature articles, ghost writing e-books, among other things, tagged my blog, http://sulekkha.blogspot.com/…
Innocence lost.
As I sit and stare at my computer screen, I sense an impending panic attack. My greatest fear is that I will run out of words and my mind will shrivel up and die. Writer’s block, I believe is the…
Racing towards fifty on wobbly legs
Pic credits Age is Just a Number I am fast approaching the half-century mark and feeling the effects of the upcoming golden jubilee event. Recently, I have put on a lot of weight due to multiple reasons; hypothyroidism, menopause, stress…
Brutal Murder and Crystallization by Shloka and Sulekha
Friends, Let me tell you how this post was created, While I was writing my article, my daughter Shloka happened to read it and commented that it could be made into a poem. Within two minutes, she had come up…
My Inspiration- My Dad
“Old as she was, she still missed her daddy sometimes. ~Gloria Naylor” I have inherited my fondness for books from my Father.. He truly loved books, and being an avid reader, whenever he came across a book he really liked,…
Silent Anguish
Silence is the loudest scream, in the confines of a lonely heart, Sometimes you need to speak, to make yourself understood. Nothing hurts more than your silence, It grips my heart in its vice-like hold, rips apart the remnants of…
When will my tweets on twitter, cause a furore?
When will my tweets on twitter cause a furore? When I tweet, nobody appreciates them, When will I become famous? When will I become important enough for people to want to know about my life’s every tiny little detail? Whether…