Rhythm of Life

Caged in a cageless cage Life reckoning and beckoning Eventful, uncomplicated and happening Reining reins to my tunes. Sand, stone, rain, and breeze All so alive and anticipative Spring, all sweet out there At times chilly, sour

My Prized Possession

Changing cities and I have been the best of friends in recent years following husband around his various postings. Just as I start feeling settled in one city, my mind is already up for another change. This

A Silent Signal

Seeking approval Fearing disapproval Focussing hard to avoid mistakes I am the supporting stakes. Choosing not to feel guilty Discharging my responsibility In the binding freedom and choices I silence the inner distort voices. Trying to win

No big deal…

I love standing here in my balcony overlooking the beautiful landscape before settling with my routine morning domestic chores.  The heavy shower of the previous night has turned the sultry and humid summer into an unusual pleasant

Elusive life

This is how I am, my obsession with life Arguments, fights, resentment, and complaints My wants, my desires, my wishes The cribbing, cravings, anger, and disappointment Have all disappeared into thin air. Days end up seeming pointless

Mother Knows Best

Weekly thrice the dotty daughter makes calls to her parents. Conversation during weekdays are limited but on Sundays, it stretches up to an hour, topics range from day-to-day events to friends, to health and finally comes the

Chaos – 100 Word Challenge

Chaos – 100 word challenge She shuddered. She screamed. A silent scream. The gnawing despair and helplessness she suffered since years now gorged her up. The futility of this scream would not be any different, she knew.

My Money – 100 Word Challenge

My Money Treading a fine line between your money, my money and ours, they stumbled into the latter. Two decades ago, young and naïve they were two young individuals struggling for their respective identities in the corporate

History Repeats

I did not like when she ignored me When she did not talk to me When she left me on my own To succumb to confusions. What could be the reason I struggled to figure out But

Am I responsible?

I often hit the crossroads In the journey of parenting Not while I brought up my two darling daughters But during bringing up my adopted son. I keep reminding myself when stuck often The oath I took


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