Destiny brought them together, reality split asunder
Destiny must have scripted their meet
They were blown out of their feet
First time when they gazed at each other
They knew they are meant to be together
Forever Continue reading “Star Crossed”
First poem starting with”W” in the series of fifty two weeks journey with “W”.
As one plus one is two,
And two plus two is four,
I plus I is WE,
WE plus I is WE,
WE plus WE is more. Continue reading “WE, not I”
Wednesday and that means Write Anything Wednesday. In my last Wednesday’s post I had talked about writing a poem every Wednesday that would start with a word starting with letter “W”. Today is the start of that fifty two weeks long journey. To start this journey, I have chosen one of the shortest and in my knowledge only two letter word starting with the letter W. Now I am no lexicographer, so my word is not the final authority. In all my years of playing scrabbles with my kids( Ah!, there I gave out some more pieces of information about me to the clouds), I have not come across any other two letter words starting with the letter W. Kids are expert in scrabbles, right? So I must be on solid grounds about my claim. As pronouns are not allowed to be used in scrabbles, I had lost that fight to the kids.
So without much ado, let me present my first starting word for my first poem of my fifty two week long journey. ” WE “. Why WE? Hope my poem will be able to answer that. Oh my! I have not started writing my poem yet. But the time zone that I live, I still have about nine and half hours left before Thursday rolls in. So I am in good shape. Time for a coffee break. Alas, I will be drinking alone while sharing my thoughts with y’all.
WRITERISH RAMBLINGS, Write Anything Wednesday,https://dailypost.wordpress.com/events/write-anything-wednesday/
Glad to meet you.
But have I seen you?
Never seen you,
Never talked to you, Continue reading “Glad We Met or Glad We Net”
Like anything in life that is good,
As for example very tasty food,
It always comes with a price.
Don’t believe it, think about french fries. Continue reading “Blogging is Clogging My Arteries”
Days when nothing seems to work well
Even getting up from bed feels like hell
Everything touched start falling apart
Mind goes blank burdened with a heavy heart
When the weight of the world bears down
Everywhere is darkness, nowhere to run
Climbing into a fetal position in a cocoon
All around it’s a premonition of doom
Hiding in a corner as if it is a safe harbour
When suddenly in the air there is a soft murmur
The world is neither a bed of roses
Nor the world owes anything to you
Grass is not always green
Not always covered with dew
Get up, awake, take hold, be in control
No shame in failing
Take hold and be on a roll