“You don’t look like someone who has waded through college years. But your grade sheets speak a different language.” “Grade sheets speak the assessor’s language. It is not a measure of my ability.” “Son, you will either be a great scientist or literary genius, or ….” “Or?” “You will trudge your way through corporate life. … Continue reading Experience speaks
melancholiaslowly dripping through my nervesovershadows joy https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2019/09/11/heeding-haiku-with-chevrefeuille-september-11th-2019-sadness/
creativity drips thru’ unseen funnels drop by drop rays of light riding on instincts changing form reinventing, realigning to meet the world final saleable copy -a faded image of original brilliance yet artists hold its close in memory of the peaks they once touched https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2019/09/10/photo-challenge-280/ https://dversepoets.com/2019/09/19/ever-been-close-to-a-whale/
Life could have been simpler if there was a choice to die Games would be so much funif I could impose a tie I put in my best yet lose the game honors are inscribed but not in my name Death would be simpler if I knew I’m a soul Health will be … Continue reading Soul
it is raining outside today I feel compelled to look inside storms raging - within and without I will fly on clouds - come what may tasting sharp thunder - I will glide just ignore the envious clouds Am I getting carried away? there are horses I cannot ride I'm feather-lite, winds have a clout … Continue reading I am a rock
Tuberoses have an interesting name in Hindi – Rajnigandha (fragrance of the night – ‘Rajni’ is night, ‘gandh’ means smell). I always placed these flowers in the rooms of houseguests I cared about. It ensured a good ambience in the evenings, as we often spent the day outdoors. One such couple returned after years. “There’s … Continue reading The missing fragrance
spaces within me drive me to serene islands to fill emptiness https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2019/09/04/heeding-haiku-with-chevrefeuille-september-4th-2019-holy-isle-or-holy-island/
multiple eyes piercing my tattered existence….. Is that God an alien ship a dictator’s dream or my battered conscience? https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2019/09/03/photo-challenge-279/
I liked the rush, I liked the crunch. Never did look back at the fallout. I had a crush I was so young For honesty, I never did scout I slipped in the slushbut I’m still youngand I still have a clout I learnt to count, now don’t blush I’m not so young- … Continue reading Not so young
I thought - better a pest than quiet parasites -ignored the brat’s pranks, and stayed Silence… https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2019/08/29/tale-weaver-238-pests-29th-august/
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