Tag: musings

The Afternoons of My Childhood

The warmth, the belonging of the afternoons of my childhood keep me cozy on cold nights still. The whirring fan that toiled during those afternoon siestas, in my childhood home did cool me, always, but failed, to shoo away the warmth of family, of…

Clouds

The clouds fascinate, hold me in their spell The stories they tell, the shapes they take Folding my dreams in their tresses The worlds they have travelled The things they have seen So many stories they hold, So fragile, yet so strong.

A Common Friend

The lone cloud whispers is loneliness your friend, asks he. Yes, I mutter, a friend she is in dark nights, in solemn days when my heart cries, when the soul screams, she holds me tight. Smiles and sighs the cloud, she is my friend…

The Butterfly

Today I saw a butterfly Flower to flower it hopped surely singing a tune with not a care in the world. Simple are its needs the sunny skies and flowers are all it desires. Closer it came to me, and the tune I heard…

Afternoons of my Childhood

On many a sunny afternoon at Grandma’s home, with cousins, partners in crime, I remember tiptoeing to the warm mango pickle jars full of oil shimmering in the lazy sun. As grandma slept, we would steal some and scamper away to our hiding place…

A Tapestry

An amalgam I am, of the laughter and the tears from the years gone by, of love, of hope, of dreams from the years to come, a tapestry I am, weaved together by threads of my past and the future to come. pc:Pixabay

A Cuckoo Came Calling

Holding broken pieces of me, I sat on my balcony a summer arvo pondering about love and life wondering where had I gone wrong and then a cuckoo came calling. She made herself home, confident sure of herself, unlike me. And then she sang…