Sipping sangrias on an exotic Goan beach, Lost in my world, beyond everyone’s reach. I bathe in the glow of the setting sun, No worry, no hurry, and nowhere to run. This is life! Somewhere my mind tells me, Content, complete, and oh so free! Just then the chime rudely jolts me awake, The kick… Read More Musings
Reading and writing are two of my dearest things. On any given day you’ll find me pouring over a book or tapping away on my keyboard, pouring my heart out. Words, both said and unsaid, have the ability to inspire, influence, and impel our thinking and are my favourite weapon of choice. Can there be… Read More Can reading win over writing for me? #BlogchatterBlogHop
Hi friends! Marathi is a beautiful language and although it isn’t my mother tongue I’ve loved and learned it from school days. Thanks to my lovely neighbours, I have quite a few famous titles at my disposal to read too. However, apart from essays and letters I never ventured into writing anything in Marathi for fear… Read More My first Marathi poem ~ Bhijle Paavsat Mi
Have you ever struggled with your pen or stared at a blank screen when the ideas in your mind just won’t let you rest? There’s so much to say but no word comes out right and no expression seems genuine. Every poem inside you remains unwritten and unsaid. I have, and trust me it’s the… Read More The poem that I wrote, and didn’t
The clock struck one She shuddered, terror-struck Anticipating timorously The door flinging open Her heart beat frantically Her palms sweaty, greasy Her eyes shut tight Every sound alarming her Then it happened, she knew Like it did every month His whole month’s pay Lost to gambling and drugs An errant tear rolled down As she… Read More Suffering #writebravely
Who are you, just a certain someone Who knows not my life, or the trials I face. Call me by names you think fit for me, I promise I’m fine, without your little grace. You question my judgement, strangely when You won’t take anything to be where I am, Had I ever sought out… Read More Who are you
I saw her everyday Her usual fiery self A command here A reprimand there I knew she meant well But was rough, alright Her words carved in stone For everyone in sight Living next door to us Alone, most of the day Made her seek my help In more than one way She called at… Read More Cranky, but helpful 🙂