Winter Sky


Two teary soggy eyes
One drippy droopy nose
Many chunks of chiselled heart
Surfacing on a cold wavy bed sheet
Yearning a human touch
Seeking to moan in love as much
Driven by rejection and ignorance
Frightening her fluttering heart of clearance
Mighty roar of seasons
Whelming clouds of emotions
Clapping at times mocking

Songless dispirited baths
Loveless mad nights
Tear wet blanket and pillows
In sorrow, her soul billows
Anguish wrapped head
Dirty dishes and laundry
Reducing as much to a Sook
Search and hide
Collect and cache
Cherish and forget
Or it burns as heap of coals


Three means…


Pic 3

To say what I know about the number 3 can be a story to remember.  My son is a God-given, adorable angel and I’m seeing him enter into his 4th year. Now that his 3rd year is over, I  know what number 3 means to me. It’s so much a reflection of love and fun.

Here’s what it is:

  • Cutting a rubber ball with a knife into two equal halves as if trying a MasterChef masterclass technique of cutting an orange.
  • Doodling and continuing to doodle till it resembles a bunch of sea weed and mosquitoes and calling it “Mummy”.

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Bibliophile’s affair with Golden cake

Bibliophile’s affair with Golden cake

“A book should be an axe to chop open the frozen sea inside us.”
― J.M. CoetzeeSummertime.

Days packed with reading and nibbling treats are nothing less than amazing. This year started with Summer Reading Challenge (from 1st Dec 2013 to 28th Feb 2014) and still continues in my part of the world. I found this Reading Challenge Pack in my local library very much intriguing. Although I read books of same authors, many a times “Lift the Ban” books and “Down Under Reads” were left out. So I decided to pick some. Let me list out..  Read the rest of this entry