Some day,I hope you look back on this day as the day of fond memories, a day when you stepped out and started a brand new chapter of your life. You made a decision stepped into a new you, a beginning-with an uplifting vibe and a smile.So, may you look back at today as oneContinue reading “Some day”
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Have a bookful day!
When did you last read, A book fully finish? Some read for exams, Some for work, Some read in leisure, And treat themselves With’must’ read heaps, Some thrive in company of books, Some read none, Some read for fun, Some find time To few pages turn, With reading, Our mind we feed, To the avidContinue reading “Have a bookful day!”
Heartfelt
All that is true to self is heartfelt. All that is heartfelt is sensitive. All that is sensitive is caring. All that is caring is loving. All that is loving is gentle. All that is gentle is delicate. Like the breeze Gently touches The soft petals And makes the flower sway, Lead a heartfelt GentleContinue reading “Heartfelt”
Happy Children’s day India!
A poem for kids: ‘My Train Journey’ ‘My Train Journey’ My train journeyWas just lovely,I met kidsWho were funny,We laughed a lot At each station Hot snacks we bought.Chhuk chhukChhuk chhukChug chugChug chugWent the train,The rhythm feltLike a refrain.I know not whenA thug cameA thief he was,Who stole a packOf my croissant plain;I thought toContinue reading “Happy Children’s day India!”
My new poetry book
Mommy muses…
On the purple couchShe does belong,And she sings along,Between numbers divine-Ruth B’s ‘Lost boy’ She plays again,And humming Trampoline,By amazing Shaed and Zayn,My princess shifts,In the next moment,Taylor Swift’sMelody drifts. Outdoors, the VirusCovid 19 corpses pile,Indoors 24 by 7, Locked down we copeTo keep alive hope,Try home remedies so naive,Praying they do survive,Days elapsed moreContinue reading “Mommy muses…”
Books
At times A random read, At times, A re-read, At times A hasty skim, Or rush-read the end, Sometimes dog ear Page seventy-seven, At times read aloud, Sometimes I highlight, At times I underline Or I scribble A question mark, And sometimes I just sigh. At times in entirety, It stays within me Other timesContinue reading “Books”
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