When the silver delicate twig

Which hangs your cheery heart 

Snaps into two halves 

Plummeting the red, with the terrible start

When the walls close in

And a heavy stone settles within

The world turns black onyx dark

Not a sliver of light, faded or stark

When eyes refuse to wake 

Mind churning soft snowflakes

Body made of iron and lead

Dead weight lying on the bed

Allow the grief to seep into every pore

Break against you like waves on a shore

Envelope you in a deathly embrace

Straighten into a body brace 

When the dark cannot get darker 

A pearl of light will grow sharper

Carry you out on clouds in flight 

Healing shadows which the heart blight 

Every grief has an eventual respite

Every good heart be saved from spite 

Till the light of day will follow the night 

Relief from anguish will have a hope bright 




Evening star evokes…

Yellow to orange to a darkening violet
Rising cool vapours, swallowing heat felt

Moths drawn to the sudden glow

Shoulders drop, sigh so slow

Breeze picks up…emotions still

Dying day respite brings

Beautiful evenings…so overwhelming

Limbs relax…soul stirring…

As the blaze quietens to a twinkly black

Fiery thoughts tamed to shadowy darts

Dusk merges self with its shadow

Mind at peace…happy sorrows… ❤️



Magnet ❤️

My little one had been playing with a pair of magnets all morning, courtsey a birthday party attended last evening (oh those lovely return gifts !). 

I finally showed her how adorable they looked on our otherwise staid and simple grey refrigerator. Imagine a little hedgehog and a miniature cherry tree on this silent tall (cold) sentry. I’m guessing my daughter pictured it so too. 

She then attempted (earnestly) to get me to play a new board game with her. However, hassled and harrowed with routine work, I refused and put it off to sometime later. 

An hour later, I was washing my hands at the basin when suddenly I feel her arms around my waist (she can reach there already !) with her lips on my skin. Astonished I asked her what she was doing. She looked at me, with those limpid chocolate eyes and says, “maa, my mouth is a magnet to your skin”…..

I still have goosebumps ! Picture this, dull, unspirited monotonous me and a little spirited, vivacious, adorable version stuck like a magnet to me.

I chucked my dreariness out of the window to indulge in an amusing little game with my enchanting magnet.

Time to find our magnets of love and excitement. Magnets who “magic wand” the pictures of our life. Even better, lets try and become one !


Arohi ✨

Fairy frail

Fairy tale of a fairy frail

Strong like the wind, lovely and pale

Wings fluttered love to tune

Innocent breath crooned to bloom

With time and adventures

Painted by the world’s textures

Her virgin soul exposed

Poetry turned to prose

Now her shades are pastels and peach

Thoughts emotions grey streaked

She is now but a mere reflection

Of the vibrant fairy of recollection….




Relationships as brittle as petals they say

Sometimes north, south, wind makes them sway

May fall to the ground, or distant lands fly

Under different hands, bloom or wither dry

Yet, its root will refuse to budge

The rich earth it shall hold on without a grudge

Pretty as a petal it may not be 

Bountiful is its core, stoic its element key

If nutured and cared for with benign hands

Watered with faith like an oak which stands

One flower may have flown astray 

Paving the way for blooms vivid and unfrayed 

Love (as always) shall save the day 



The Plunge 

A deep icy cold skin tingling plunge 

No end in sight, lovely or grunge 

Yet the intoxication beckons 

Ready to be fired, a ball in a cannon 

I dive in to break my life mundane 

Full of perils yet pleasures insane

Reckless they say, spirited i feel

Life is too short, at the altar of caution to kneel

The finish line may transfigure into a mirage

The experience however, will uncover untrodden paths

Shake my curls and head out of its stupor

Reveal the abundance this life has to offer….