Simi hesitated for a while before squaring her shoulders and marching into the building with sure and steady steps. The receptionist, Mrs. Roy, smiled at her and welcomed her…
Tag: love
Long Distance Love
Long Distance Love Can you love only, those you can see? Can’t you keep them, in your memory? If your love is true, as you say, does it matter, if they leave or stay? Leaving or staying, was…
Running out of words…
Running out of words. This year I decided to go all out and let my creativity ooze out of all my pores. I took the informed and conscious decision to participate in…
Ode To My Hero
Happy birthday dad…16th April Hey Grumpy, Why the long face? So,I haven’t wished you, a happy birthday. The day has just begun, wanted something special, hence the delay. You are, my emotional awning, keeping all ills at bay. I was…
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…
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,…
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.…
I Love You Only On Valentine’s Day:)
Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same. ~Emily Brontë Love happens, it’s not planned like a birthday party, an outing or a picnic. It quietly creeps up on to you, wriggles its way into your porous soul.…