Saturday, 4 March 2017

The Glass Bangles (Edited)

The glass bangles
Jingling and calling
They look so pretty in red,
Blue and green. 

I wish I had
A dozen each 
To match every attire
And every ensemble I own.

The pretty glass bangles:
A reason to
Bathe and dress
Promptly on a holiday.

I wait and I wait
Eagerly looking out
For the aunty with 
Bangles in a basket.

The aunty shows up,
A hamper on her head 
With colourful bangles
Jingling and calling

The glass bangles
I kept clinking 
And showcased
To all who would envy.

Those dainty glass bangles
In all the beautiful shades
Make me wish
I was nine again!

Wednesday, 16 November 2016

Supermoon or just another post?

"Ting! Ting!", the phone rang.

Ran to it, to see a whatsapp message "It is almost a year since you blogged!"

It came from one of my cousins. I smiled to note that at how he kept track of my blog.

The message went on to ask, "What happened?"

And I reply as philosophically as I could, "Such is life!"

But that message prompts me to visit my blog and try to write a few words....

So here is the supermoon on my blog...A post about a year later...

The photo was taken by my nephew...go check out his blog at .

I plan to write a fictional piece again with the supermoon idea...if I do shall link it up here!

That's all folks! Hope it doesn't take another supermoon ;)

Edited: First part of my fiction:

Wednesday, 6 January 2016

Awake at early hours of the day

I have always been an early riser. And I enjoy the mornings thoroughly. But today I talk of a time when it is early even for what is considered for the early risers. 

It is 3:30 am and I have lost sleep.  No numbers of turns and tosses are going to help. It only makes sense to rise and shine. These hours are really peaceful and perfect for the me time... Not that I need much of that. The quiet that comes with the rest of the world sleeping.  The time when the late nighters have gone to bed and the early risers are not awake yet.  

I have been doing this kind of thing every now and then since my PhD days.. Probably  the effect of staying alone and no requirement to stick with a schedule.  Those hours were always  the most productive. 😀

Nowadays being a mother of an infant... Life is slightly different. I get up to feed my baby on most night at least once if not twice.  Though I have less sleep,  I still enjoy the early hours. 

Today was slightly different because my baby decided to give me company... Which meant I had to exchange my me time to mommy time... No qualms but began wondering... Would she have stayed in bed if I did? My instincts told me that she wouldn't and so the exchange from the normal. But I also worry I will form a habit which might not be ideal... Hope she gets her rest in the coming years and not be an insomniac like me. 

Song of the day: "Colours of the wind"

Song of the day: Colours of the wind

 When you get up in the morning with a song in your head,  it takes a lot to stop it from looping.

My song for the day is Colours of the Wind from Pocahontas. I was introduced to this song when I was in school.. Much too long ago... But it remains one of my favorites till date.

The lyrics caught my attention. Something to think about... Agreed?

Sunday, 27 September 2015

The wait

All is well
One just needs to wait
Hold your thoughts
Change them all to good

All is well
Say this a million times
In your heart 
During all the waking hours
Of the day 

All is well 
Show the world 
All your positivity 
As that is how you need to be

Smile and say
All is well
What happens 
Is always for the best

Don't worry
Nothing is forever
And this surely won't be
All is well

You will soon have
A baby in your hands
But be patient 
Smile and wait
For the days to come.

Friday, 21 August 2015

A kick, A fist!

A kick!
A fist!
There comes another

Love overflows
With each

Hoping a calm

A kick !
A fist !
Is all that follows!

Calling out again

Tuesday, 19 May 2015

Penned long ago...

Something I had penned a few years ago..then it seemed incomplete...but today it looks best as is..

Life's little pleasures
Are amazing treasures
The interactions
Bring a satisfaction
That I cannot describe.

Life's little woes
Keep me on my toes
The strength that it brings
Yet I have to sing!