Going through the motions of living is exhausting Smiling, laughing, sleeping, eating, working out Cooking, gardening, walking, talking everything Is exhausting. We pretend to be busy We pretend to be fine We pretend life is okay We pretend…
Tag: poetry
Grief has a Face
Grief has a face Painted and powdered A made up facade Not a hair out of place Grief has a face Sometimes it smiles Some days, it cries Stunned and silent Some days it sighs Grief has a face…
My Heart – A Sonnet
My Heart When I sit with my hand over my heart. I am healing by talking to my mom. We are together even when apart. Her dear sweet memory, my soothing balm. While out walking I look up at…
Past – Fiction Monday
Past – A Sonnet The Past can be a crate of memories Put it on ice to preserve them for long It’s a record of your many journeys You made countless moves, some right and some wrong. …
My Terrace Garden – A Sonnet
What do plants on my terrace talk about? Hope they say some nice things about old me. They all look healthy and pretty no doubt. One would think it was all because of me. Forgive me for this…
Ungrateful You! – A Sonnet
Oh, poor parents of successful children. Abstain from loving them more than yourself. One day they will walk out along with their brethren Leaving you rotting on the bottom shelf. They unsee your broken specs. And unhear your feeble…
Still Lake – A Sonnet
She stands by the lake for hours together. A still, frozen statue with out a clue. Peering unblinkingly in the water? Waiting until the sky turns black from blue? Dips her toe in and quickly pulls it out.…
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…
What If? – Sonnet
WHAT IF? What if I pretend all is fine with me? Would it assauge your guilt and relieve you? When you look at me what is it you see? Is my smile fake or my agony true? …
Senior Zumba Student
(Today’s prompt was sent to me by a dear friend, (Amrita), whom I met in the very same zumba class mentioned below in my poem. Thanks, Amrita for this prompt. Hope I have done justice to it.) When I go…
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…
Forget Me Not
I remember, I used to remember Memories play tricks on my aging mind I make plans for April in December Still forget if there’s no one to remind. My lengthy to-do list I cannot find Now I write with…
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…