I was a teacher by profession and leader to a team for 21 years. Now on a sabbatical, exploring and polishing my vestigial skills in writing and Photography.
Flower Of The Day Yellow Trailing Daisies appear when Summer ends, bringing along with itna wistful feeling. This one is for Summer. Just one hour leftto release my breathmy subdued wild heartbeatsthat starved all summerfor the lemon peels in your skinand the water mint in your sighs.Just one […]
I was too empty for words.The truth is,the sword I kept in my tongueto deflectonly the sentences that betray me,beheaded,even my carefully scripted textsat the turnstiles of my throat.So I am taking this rainyou have left for meto redeem at least my empty eyes.
Keep it a secretthat your eyes are my favourite booksand the crinkles at the edgesare left by my fingertipsthat cannot stop turning their pagesover and over againto read the endless new stories they dream for us everyday.
Everytime I think of youthe fingerprints you left on my skinrise up into the airforming glowing inkblotsof a Rorschach Testthat I always describeas shapes of the wounds I causedwhen I was being mean.I wish insteadfor once they resemblethe constellation you named after mewhen you hid it in my […]
Is it too much to hopethat the ivy you gave mewould somedaygrow into a shrine?Is it foolish to believethat the nectarine pit in your heartwould somedaygrow into an orchard?Perhaps I shouldkeep waiting for that somedaywhen you would turn aroundand nod at me in the affirmative.
Twenty Words Tuesday by Bulbul Week 35 Banner The shadows beneath her eyes hold banners that say, it is here, she translates seconds, giving shape to his absence. Leena
When I miss himI wear his gold toned Seiko Watchthat he left for me.It’s cold metalgrafts his skincellsinto my wristand it’s heartbeatssing Daddy’s little girlin morse codealong with my heartand my tearsdry on their own.
Copper Pod is my most favourite summer flower. The copper stems and buds that blooms to yellow five petal flowers with wavy egde made me ignore ever other summer flower. They told methat they envy mebecause you write poems for me.Just to get them off my backwill you […]
Twenty four generous years.He counts her laughlines.They are more than the starsin the silent skiesShe bends to his longingand whispersI will be here in these meadowssinging for you in birdsongscalling for you as rainI will be forever this place on Earth.
Yesterday, we just went out, after staying inside for almost two months due to lockdown. I wanted to smell the grass and feel the earth beneath my bare feet. And thankfully we are blessed with Sahyadri hills and it’s valleys where I can find exactly that kind of […]
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