Why we will never call our daughter a ‘Princess’

It’s not because she isn’t beautiful … She is lovely! Her eyes sparkle, her cheeks shine. There is pluck in the way she holds her head. A little defiance, that’s infuriating and yet so endearing.  She moves with confidence and poise. Her gaze seems cool, like she doesn’t care whats going on with anyone, but…

Matchbox homes

Matchbox homes piled up high guarded doors reticent windows behind cautious curtains hide frantic heart beats desperate sighs not a friendly face I spy

Hello! 

Hello old friend! Remember me ?  There was a time when moments spent apart felt like years  When the chatter was endless Filling morns, noons and nights Sleep felt like a fiend That snatched away at precious time Now years have slipped by without a word Doesn’t the silence bother you ?  It stifles my heart…

The Cat on the Moon

Almost no one is aware, On our moon – A cat is there! She purrs gently and sleeps all day, But at dusk as  the world turns grey And Mr. moon  begins to walk the sky, The wicked cat slyly opens her eyes Meowing “I’m hungry for tiny girls and boys, Who forgot to tidy …

No one will refuse my dad water again!

N is a bright XII standard boy. In the classroom he looks motivated. He works hard and while he is not the most talented in his class, his ‘driven-ness’ ( The strong desire to prove himself),  more than compensates for it. I was not surprised thus when he cleared his NDA written examination. I work…

She had some dreams

She had some dreams She had dreams that were star-filled skies She had dreams that were sleeping baby’s sighs She had dreams that were raging forest fires She had dreams that were noisy bazaars with impatient buyers   She had some dreams She had dreams that were an eerily quiet  graveyard She had dreams that…

Barbed Wires

I am participating in napowrimo – 2017. Today, I haven’t followed the optional prompt, choosing instead to let creativity be my guide… hope you enjoy my take on ‘barbed wires ‘ 😊

Words

Words, Words, Words These horrible, ugly words They cut, bruise and chill They cause hate and repel   Words, Words, Words These gorgeous, uplifting words They create, repair and heal They help to love and feel   Words, Words, Words They give and they steal Fictionalizing  truths Making  realities surreal   Words, Words, Words These…

Ode to the old year

Why is everyone So obsessed with the new year? What is so enticing about a year that hasn’t even begun? Why the hurry to rush it in? Only God knows what it will bring! Amidst all this fanfare for the new year, I wish to talk about the year that has gone by! 2016… The year…

Unseen

This post is written in response to the prompt ‘unseen’ at the daily post  Tantalisingly It beckons Promising untold pleasures Unbelievable treasures Fulfilment and glory Fun, Freedom & Fantastic stories Yet Clasped firmly  By shackles of silk Prisoner of Choices made lifetimes ago I remain   Craving for –  The  unseen  This post is written…

Specific

Need or desire Us or the life we have Love or old habit Togetherness or a tie Go on, Be specific! Cause words often lie. Written in response to the prompt ‘specific’ at the daily prompt.

Afloat

Awakened rudely Hit by a jolt  Far from the shore In a boat of holes Rescue, I seek Yet behold nothing to hold to  But a rope Of empty words Knowing well The impeding end On hollow promises I depend This post written in response to today’s prompt ‘float’ on daily post .