My Musings Archive

Sunday Photo Fiction – Bicycles

She raised herself up, holding the railings. The downpour continued from the dark sky. But something amiss! She looked around. The cycles were parked as it was, a while ago. What was happening, her mind struggled to

Women’s day

Dearest Self, It’s been a long time Since we last met It’s me, hope you remember Your long-forgotten self. Dancing to the tunes of times Tending to the needs of your dear ones You did not tire

Emotions…

Emotions Emotions Leashed Trapped Shackled Bound Waiting To be freed.   Outraging Overwhelming Screaming Exhibited Pruned to be limited. Leave us with Regrets Complaints Embarrassments And fulfillment. But when demarcations blur Hysteric Psychic Confused Clueless Keeps us

He, She and We

He, She and We Finally, I cleared my loan, he said Is it, she questioned first And then came an appreciation, that’s great His eyes were fixed at the bright morning sky So, what next on your

Unconditional and Selfless

Unconditional and Selfless… At first, there was a debate Objections, from her and him as well Working out ways, dishing out ideas They explored the avenues Midst the alternating Yes and No A perfect decision panned out

You and Me

You and Me Nine months is quite a big duration To bond with each other Hearing to what was going around Feeling the emotions and the warmth We shared the same womb. As I came out of

Why I write ?

Why do I write? A few years back, not so long ago I was lost in the midst of chaos Unsure of whatever I did Of choices and of decisions Full of regrets and complaints. I picked

Self-absorbed or Self-obsession ?

Self-absorbed or Self-obsession? Mrs. L was waiting for this day A big day indeed for her A weekly outing with friends Who all are more than a decade younger to her For self, she looks way too

Where To…?

Where To…? The years rushed past Leaving behind experiences and lessons To such an extent That helped me live life to the fullest Filling memorable moments and joyful events. Not a straight smooth trajectory though, But was

My Three Kids

My Three Kids Three kids I have Two daughters and a son. Can anybody imagine The plight of the Parents? No. Not both. It is only the mother’s in this case. Because the father has always been