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We have shifted –We truly have,In the good old days,The grocer alwaysPacked groceryIn newspaper bags,The making of which,Was a cottage industry!Those were the days,When we packed our ownWater bottles,To carry with us,Wherever we went,Bottled water for sale,Belonged in a fairy … Continue reading →

The brook by the houseIn the valley,Overlooked by the hill,Is as noisyAs it is happy,As it gurgles by,Catching the glintOf the sun ray,As if winking its eye. The house in the valley,Stands still in contrast,To this merry passerby;Its red brick … Continue reading →

One among a million,And yet, why do IFeel all alone?Why do the beats,Of a multitude of heartsAll around me,Fail to ignite,A spark of energy? Why do some souls,Drop down below,Without an anchorTo hold on to?Wandering this realmOf perpetual blue,Looking for … Continue reading →

You sleepwalk through life,Not knowing at times,Where you are headed to;Your hands held out,Unseeing, your eyes,You stumble more,Than you actually walk,But if you looked back,You’d notice,A set of footprints,Not perfectly placed,And yet,Footprints nevertheless,A motely pair,Heralding your progress. Image Credit: Photo … Continue reading →

I find myselfOne fine day,Walking downA rather treacherous trail,Well trodden nevertheless,With countless steps,Built along the wayTo guide wayfarers. We are each,On our own,And yet,Not quite alone;For we are all together,In our collective sojourn. I pause a while,To catch my breath,As … Continue reading →

The walls of this prisonAppear dark, ominous,You’ve been trapped within,For years and years;You didn’t know when,You were locked in,Each day, every moment,Blends in with the next,And all you know,Is that you still exist. You can let the wallsClose in on … Continue reading →

Living is ordinary,Often mundane,It is the only way of being,That you’ve ever known,As opposed to,How not to. Living is taxing,In more ways than one,There are placesTo go to,And many thingsTo get done,Even the most basic ones;But together,They add one onto … Continue reading →

Little childrenAre full of wonder,And often eager,To try thingsDifferently;And this is why,Countless bugs,Glow worms and beetles,Have found themselves,Trapped in match boxes,And glass bottles,Over the centuries,To satisfy,The curious sparkle,In a child’s eye. In growing up,We shed the trappings,Of our innocence,And as … Continue reading →

A promise –Does it includeThe sweet nothings,That lovers choose,To whisper,To each other,As they lie in embrace,Before the night,Has given birthTo a new dawn;Sans witnesses,To keep recordOf their promises? A promise –Is it the giftOf newfound hope,That a parentBestows,On a wide … Continue reading →

The hourglass sitsAt its perch,On the windowsill,As it always has;Marking time,As it passes,Catching the reflectionOf the leaves,Of the maple treeIn the garden;From verdant green,To resplendent yellow,And thereafter,Of the limbs, mellow,In their nakedness. The hourglass is mute,Both as a spectator,And as … Continue reading →