Musings of a Writer - Goes Where Her Thoughts Take Her
Though not my chosen genre of writing, from time to time I’m inspired to pen down thoughts in poetry style. The poems in here are my very juvenile attempts at an art form I admire, but have still a long way to go in mastering!
She is a killjoySure to whisper doubts in my earWhen happiness makes an appearance She is a villianWaiting to throw a spanner in the worksWhenever I feel confident and ready for a challenge She is …
On this day, we acknowledge youThe bright all-pervading presence in the skyWarming all living beings with your rays of lightLending us energy, strength and sustenance We thank you for a bountiful harvestFor watching over us …
They stared at each other across the airport terminalThey couldn’t believe their eyesIt was twenty-two years since they had last seen each other Since he had broken her heart and left her to pick up …
You came into my life Like an unexpected turn on a long road You gave me happiness More than my heart can hold The years have flown by And it’s twenty years Since we first …
Author’s Note: The theme of this years international day of happiness is the title of this piece. We live in a time when it seems like happiness is the last thing on our mind. Allow …
“You failed”, whispers that voice deep insideThreatening to crush my spirit foreverTurning the world dark as I fail to see the lightWhile I struggle with my feelings, my decisions “You failed”, whispers that voice deep …
She warmed her cold fingers, hugging the cup of coffee with them. A thousand things went on in her mind but she willed herself to sit still and savour this one cup of coffee. One …
As we move towards the International Day of Happiness, I want everyone to take a few minutes and spare a thought for victims of abuse worldwide. Here’s to wishing happiness for every one of them …
They all woke up one fine morning Most of them uncomfortable Only the rare few feeling like it was any other day Most of them woke up painfully bent to the left or the right …
I’m driving in the rain Huge raindrops interrupt the silence in the car A strange yearning takes hold of me For what, I don’t know It’s getting hard to see through the windshield Reminds of …