I talk about “Women”, never her hands are toom. For any task, she is chosen, Even stepped into the moon “Women” are phenomenal , enslaved of their own dwelling. Cooking, mending, tiding the house, regardless, a sunny day or hailing. Tedious is a “woman’s” life, owns a list with breathless pace. Repairing the […]
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A tactile human touch, a pat at the back, says a lot more than appreciation. A touch of compassion, a grasp, hand upon hand, exposes concern for the one. A touch of hug, surges love in the blood, mends vague nerves to stimulation. A touch of pamper, a smooth run of hands,over head. In lines
Why didn’t you see mom?, the tears, in my eyes. I did not want to get married. I was not prepared. I was ageing, but my life was still moving. Why didn’t you feel mom?, the pain, in my heart . I didn’t want to leave you behind. I wanted to be your
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Once upon a time, the dirt road ,was spaced out, people sharing few vehicles, leading towards town. Plants and trees , had ample of space. they spread their wings, now, cannot be traced. Nature’s gift was pure bliss, through rain, clouds and sunshine. barefeet people ran ,to be rewarded first, lest, nature’s performance would decline.
Be it knife in hands ,or pen to hold. Be it cooking in part or writings in bold. One concocts food, the other a poem. They both are ‘The Makers’. Be it veggies to summate, or words to be scripted. Be it spices to be added ,or emotions to be loaded,. Both add flavours
Twenty -twenty, a year to stock up, and even lock up . To hold goods for the unborn moments, when millions die without food. Thousands relax leading to foment, few starve to unaffordable loot. The year to restore, even more and much more. To keep the medicines aside to survive, many agonized the pain
One upon another, piled up in a row. The tightly sewed sacks,were quite hefty to throw. Carried by two, mounting through the ramp, lifted with the hook, the workers looked hump. Within sometime, the stock was arranged. Proficient with their job, none could be claimed. About more than hundreds, were loaded on
Tables arranged in perfect grid pattern, few veg and many non veg, to be seated to learn. Looked after by harsh, malicious Mrs. Mosses, On demanding good food, she experimented sweets with sauces. What a sight it was ! the boarders eating pumpkin and squash. Porridge, watery Dal and potato, taciturnly we
What would you choose? To win or to lose? Let the other win, thereby, the victory begins. Perpetually to flunk, there be a lunk. What’s gonna be your choice? Tranquility or noise? Serenity often kills, sound rather fills. If peace within self, shout out for help. To sit beside a sea or a
Can descry the green moments, the way I want to. Can feel the pulse of the place, beneath the sky blue. Get hold of a vision, unseen through eyes. Possible, if envisaged, when one’s own thoughts can fly. Through the mind’s eye, create a world of mine. When I close my eyes. A harmonised
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