The legacy that I carry within me is invisible, but not imperceptible. It is the driving force that spurs me on to act, to reach unmarked milestones, to complete something that I do not know is incomplete without me. The spirit has traversed this path before, and remains unfulfilled. It calls for fulfilment and … Continue reading Legacy
“I can’t believe you gobbled up all the cake again…. “ “Why don’t you give up, Ma? I will never lose weight, and nobody will marry me.” I swallowed back the tears that sprung up. “I am least bothered about your marriage. I can’t see you gobbling up your own happiness, because you believe that … Continue reading Beauty
“I don’t believe you.” “Say that once again.” “I don’t ….. “, a stinging slap hit my face, and brought tears trickling down. Soon, Dad was kissing my tears away, and shedding his own. He had tried so hard to make me accept reality – that Mom was now a resident of Heaven. (52 words) … Continue reading Make me believe
Leela had been my companion on the morning walk for five years now. One couldn’t call us ‘besties’, but we shared a lot, and had learnt to respect differences of opinion. We stopped for our shot of vegetable juice after the walk. She watched me spill a part of it on the sidewalk with exasperation. … Continue reading Health Conscious
“What made you collect this junk? And why am I not allowed to dispose it off?” Nick sounded pretty exasperated. “I cannot see broken hearts around the junkyard tomorrow.” “Whaddya mean by that?” “The villagers I teach have gifted me this stuff from time to time. They put together their meagre savings to get the … Continue reading Value
let me go astray wild imagination fuelling instincts let me go astray unbound and unfettered to find anchors wild imagination takes me everywhere outside myself fuelling instincts illuminates the pathways back towards the core Heeding Haiku with Chevrefeuille - Troiku
every morning brings a small slice of life asking for a commitment to challenge your whole being to justify existence Weekly Tanka Prompt Challenge #72
People joining me in life's turbulence became family in spirit Grateful! Colleen's Weekly Poetry Challenge
“Alzheimers?” “No. Can you guess my age?” The speech was unexpected clear, and the manner was sharp. The boy was all of fourteen years, suffering from progeria. I did not know, if I could call him young or old. Realization struck, that we have a lot to be grateful for in life. (275 characters) … Continue reading Grateful for my age
Will I? Won’t I? Will they? Won’t they? My battle with beliefs continues as they struggle to find place in my psyche. It is a battle of wills, a battle of control, a power game played to the hilt. I know I have to live with a few, but I exercise my choice of replacing … Continue reading Beliefs
