An empty house lives in me. Morbid, maudlin musings of my muddled mind filter through its sheer curtains A lonely house lives in me Sheer isolation and desperation Delude Its only occupant A Bruised house lives in me The wounds…
Tag: musings
Writers or Magicians?
What is poetry? Outpourings of emotions Or is it something else? Can you solve this mystery? Writers are funny beings I don’t mean jolly, jovial In their heads some things, feel wrong and abnormal They are doomed either…
While I Breathe, I Hope!
“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…
A Cup of Tea – Sonnet
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…
My Memoir- A Sonnet
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…
CHAOS REIGNS HERE!
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…
SLIP OF THE MIND
Forgetfulness can be cute when you are young. Children forget to bring homework to school, forget to inform parents about a PTA meeting – all innocently. As we grow older, we tend to forget fewer things. It’s still cute when…
WHEN IT RAINS
HAIKU #WORDSMATTER When it rains I laugh Raindrops cleanse my aching heart When it rains I cry. When it rains I smile Thinking of promises made Under the umbrella. Heavenly showers Wash away all dirt and grime…
Void Thoughts and Reflections
Today’s post is very special. I am in conversation with the prolific blogger and author, Vinitha Dileep. Her bio is as interesting as her musings. Let’s say hello to her and get to know her a bit more. We are…
Intelligent Advertising and Marketing.
From the moment I plonked myself in front of the display screen next to the departure gate at the airport (biding my time until boarding commenced), I was bombarded with a plethora of pictures of unusually/unnaturally fat people and not…
Frayed Figment
Poetry is on my mind, all the time 🙂 Hence this poem for #Mondaymusings I see you in my head And sometimes by my bed Your eyes speak volumes But your lips, forever silent. My fractured dreams and Ruptured…