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.
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.
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 […]
Twenty Word Tuesday by Bulbul Week 34- Garden Someday, I will walk again in the garden. Meanwhile, I will send my heart to burrow in the dogwood tree. Leena
This one is for my mother. She is 75 and with the spirit of a teen. She used to be extremely happy not so long ago- at least she seemed so. But she isn’t anymore and I don’t know what to do. I do not know how to […]
Twenty Words Tuesday by Bulbul- Week 33 Story Nobody heard his story. So he scrawled it on the dustmotes that came through the single window of his cell. Leena
I don’t know what this tree is. Google lens did not give me a match. Looking up at this cluster reminded me of hair tied up in a ponytail. Weird ? I remember the game I used to play when my mother sat on the deck chair in […]