Bookworms in Italy – A little something, for my baby girl!

My daughter turns Eight in May. Every year, I let her choose a theme that interests her. This year, she chose books and pizzas. Both her favorites, though not always in that order! She just  couldn’t make up her mind about which to drop. So, we  decided to combine the two.  We are now doing,…

When one man looked the other way …

This is about the “Time to change” contest by Stayfree India. You can see the Facebook page here http://facebook.com/sftimetochange It’s  march.  It’s no longer cold, and I enjoy the slight nip that’s still in the air  tonight.  I ride my delivery bike through the Gurgaon roads. I feel proud riding this flashy blue bike with “Dominos”…

Weekly Photo Challenge: Through

through.. I look at you my darling everyday with wonder anew is it possible could it be true? all those years that I thought me worthless nothing fruitful to do unknowing to me I was nurturing you had god kept me going only to have you is it that you always existed in me like…

Another Monday Melting Poem

Originally posted on Shiteki Na Usagi:
deeper rooted than red leafed maple further than their helicopter seeds helix spin and flip longer wider, thicker than Choctaw cane brakes much, much later than Asiatic lily’s beauty fades how can you doubt unraveled love spirals down a smooth curve of doubt until it germinates rooting deeper and…

A foxy dream..

Came across an interesting blog today yay words .  Aubrie Cox likes throwing challenges. The challenge she had thrown this time was to write a Haiku, senryu, tanka, kyoka, gogyōka, renku, haibun, haiga (doodles most welcome!), etc. And the subject was … and this is what I found most intriguing: Foxes and/or dreams. I mean,…

Weekly Photo Challenge: (unusual) – My experiments with Haiku..

Unusual, something that’s not usual, not ordinary. The question then is, What is usual/ ordinary? What’s usual today, may have been unusual 30 years back and is likely to be so, 30 years hence.  So “usual-ness” has a time frame. Single Motherhood (Out of choice) is usual in the western world but unusual in traditional…

Koel and Me..

My friend, koel is back with her summer songs… Perched outside my window she urges me to sing along! She cocks her head and looks at me… As if, saying come on! Why won’t you sing with me? She still remembers the fun we had last summer… When she sang and I was the drummer!…

My “Smelly” Heart

I got a box from you today in it … Some dried roses, Music that we’d shared Books, a necklace, even a paper napkin small mementos from a time when we “cared”… But the time is gone now… and lying in the box, trampled and bare… My heart… Thanks! its back with me but your…

Soulmates..

Two lonely souls lost in the world A smile exchanged, A shy word A hand held tentatively,  A promise made And the world becomes a beautiful place… .

I am the sea ….

I am the sea Everyday millions of people come to me Some to laze Some  to gaze into my seamless  horizon To admire my varied shades of Blue Or to soak their tired feet in my refreshing saltiness Others come to drown away their overbearing sadness Or to forget a bad memory Or  relive good ones….

WHEN JOURNEY MEANT MORE THAN DESTINATION

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 25; the Silver Edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. The topic for this month is ‘When Journey Meant More Than Destination’.  Wise men…