hearts melt like wax as wicks of love light up home, hearth and communities Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille
Seasonal warmth
hearts melt like wax as wicks of love light up home, hearth and communities Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille
It is good to get out of a museum, to be out and about amongst the hoi polloi. I take a bus ride with students studying art, and hear umpteen stories about my real identity. The Leonardo guy is not liked much. Else, why would they make such erroneous assumptions about him? I just about … Continue reading Identity
My hair is done, makeup looks perfect …. I smile with satisfaction, as I step into my designer gown. I hope the evening is perfect. I need posh do’s to gloss over the fact that the year was a disaster. After all, it will be washed away in the expensive alcohol we consume tonight. The … Continue reading Posh evenings
I’m shivering in the cold, out here on the couch, with only my faithful puppy to keep me warm. ‘Click, click’ … No, place it here. This setting looks better. The white sheets are a good background, but are oh-so-crumpled. My baby cannot stop rolling over. Two Santas, and a smiley stuck on the Teddy’s … Continue reading Instagrammed
I expected at least one stocking under the tree, to have my name on it. But it’s not there. My mother left me in the car, strapped to seatbelts, and is busy partying inside. She expects me to cry myself to sleep. Well, this looks like …. darker than sleep. Is it the end of … Continue reading Dark Xmas
The living do not have a choice, but to cross the bridges in time. I do not know to what extent plant and animal life can foresee the future, but human beings possess this crucial toll of survival. It is the ability to forecast, project, dream, plan, visualize that keeps us going. In absence of … Continue reading Unsung odes
It is a beautiful island. I’ve come here to write my book. The residents are nice enough to leave me alone. Till … there is a scare about an impending storm, and the island being flooded after that. The water is crossing the danger mark. People gather to devise a strategy, and get to know … Continue reading Threads that bind
take a few moments to stop and reflect on my unending journeys do you make me what I am? -Benevolence of darkness Haikai Challenge #65
Born in poverty, raised in adversity, she grew up amidst challenges. Her talent was grudgingly noticed, remained unacknowledged and never encouraged. She was expected to lead a mediocre life, try to excel at things she did not like, and be constantly berated for non-achievement. She tasted toxicity, survived it and learnt to hit back at … Continue reading Legendary
destinations called hairy paths tickled my feet I realized grass has grown in years gone by I need to move - to reach there SoCS