It’s the strangest thing, but the older I get, the faster the day seems to go.
I suspect this is because, earlier, I was able to pack a LOT into my days and they seemed endless.
And now? Now I’m older and have discovered a life where there is no mad rush to meet deadlines.
For people like me, deadlines mean productivity. An absence of them means lazy days…and procrastination…so before I know it, the day is done!
I’m not complaining, or am I?
Category: Poetry
So cold and getting colder: #Haiku
I love winter in North India because I get to put on my gorgeous cold-weather clothes: coats, boots, socks, scarves, cowls, mittens…
Blue and Yellow: a #poem
However much I want to believe in the power of good and however much I want to have faith and hold on to hope, I see new evidence everyday of much that is wrong with the world. Sometimes all one can do is to grieve and to pray that good prevails over evil…
Murder on the blog today
Just felt like changing up the poetry mood on this blog a bit and what better way to do it than to kill off a few characters. It’s good practice for the murder mystery I [may] write someday…
Entangled
Ever been tempted? Ever been unable to resist something – or someone – even when you know it absolutely won’t end well for you?
No? Yes?
Well, this poem is about that…
Yearning
A hundred heartbreaks are nothing if they lead you to the ONE who is a kindred soul…a little love poem…
New Love – a Poem
Wrote a love poem after ages…Do let me know what you think about second chances … at finding that special someone
Calloused Hands & Open Hearts
My second poem in the New Year is an ode to Farmers:
Look
For truth
In rheumy eyes
That have stared down
Relentless seasons, reluctant earth
Moonstruck
My first poem in the New Year – it is about magic and moonlight and love
Buoyant
Some days are just so beautiful – and there’s always something to be grateful for…