I try, but ….

I try hard to forgive. Maybe, you were trapped in a certain set of circumstances. Maybe, you had priorities which did not match with mine. Maybe, we live by different value systems. A knife was stabbed in my back, and it still hurts. I try to desensitize myself to the pain. Yet, I cannot forgive … Continue reading I try, but ….


A place of doubt

I left for eternity, that night leaving fragile bonds behind severing ties with all my might   heavy eyelids, thirsty soul in search of the meaning of life I left for eternity, that night   unfamiliar is the new terrain powered by freedom, I sway ahead leaving fragile bonds behind   I look for welcome … Continue reading A place of doubt


power of your presencescorches my smallness….  how did I not see youall these yearsas you grew, blossomed,changed,turned unrecognizableand flew?  did I drinkin your benevolenceas you gave yourself awaydrop-by-droppint-by-pintand swelledinto the shape of oceans?  did I thinkwith closed eyesseeing shapesyou’d outgrownwhile you transformedinto butterfliesmade of light?  power of your presencemocks my awareness…. https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2019/06/14/elis-comin/

Holding you with many hands

My one-year old slips out again. I hold serious reservations about returning to work, as I run out of the door. Nobody else could manage him. He is merrily playing with puppies in the backyard, as their dog mother keeps an eye firmly on her brood. I see my baby getting excited about a shiny … Continue reading Holding you with many hands

Reena’s Exploration Challenge #91

Welcome again, to enrich this space with your wisdom and talent! PROMPT/THEME OF THE WEEK Reena's Exploration Challenge #91 FOR NEW ENTRANTS Write a post on your blog, and link it up here with a pingback, or copy-paste the blog link in Comments. Tag it Reena’s Exploration Challenge for easy access in the Blog Roll. … Continue reading Reena’s Exploration Challenge #91

Not so unusual

I feel rather overdressed, standing under the decorative lights in my wedding finery. The wedding vows have been taken, and the bride is standing with a bag in hand, dressed in a track-suit, ready to leave for her parents’ place. I hear some whispers of enquiry – “Is there something wrong, something that should not … Continue reading Not so unusual