Age-ing in style

I decide to walk it to the neighbourhood store to buy a few grocery items, which I had run out on. I had no clue, I would feel so inadequate and clumsy in my jeans and sweater and barely-there makeup. The sight which greets me on a Saturday morning is all the senior citizens in … Continue reading Age-ing in style

Awakening

A fleeting moment A glimpse of disapproval veiled in silence stayed with me long after  you’d forgotten all about it… Today I decide to move ahead shaking you and your views out of my system you do not exist for me as much as I do not exist for you https://dversepoets.com/2020/07/14/dverse-poetics-8th-year-anniversary/

Identity

it takes a lifetime to build something  so fragile so mutable and so dependent on another’s view I enjoy Changing it like a cloak Yet, the label fails to contain me Define me Refine me Or make me  What I want to be… Let identity go for a walk While I try to understand life.. … Continue reading Identity

Somehow, I don’t know

Somehow, I don’t get what I want despite running for it all along I don’t know where I fall short Life cannot go all for a song Then, I meet wise men who look down on me and sneer They say I don’t do all I can find my attitude cavalier I know life is … Continue reading Somehow, I don’t know

Do the birds know they are famous?

empty nests with a cushion of hay I see birds that fly away on sky ramps - sashay plan and lay -claim   their place in mysterious dark grey waiting for the clouds to spray on earth, go away- to hide, play games?   murmurations - they all form and splay finding space somewhere to … Continue reading Do the birds know they are famous?

Reena’s Exploration Challenge 143

A warm welcome to all of you to this week's Exploration Challenge! It just struck me that we haven't done an image prompt for long. So, here we go ... PROMPT 143 As usual, there is no restriction on length or format of the piece. Write a post on your blog, and copy-paste the link … Continue reading Reena’s Exploration Challenge 143

Red Velvet

“The newborn baby will be dressed up in tradition”, Armaan said as he held up his father’s shirt to the tailor. “I want at least two pairs to be made from this fabric. The rest can be fancy stuff as per latest trends.” The expression in the expectant mother’s eyes was changing, as she recalled … Continue reading Red Velvet