“Sometimes When We Touch” You ask me if I love you And I choke on my reply I’d rather hurt you honestly Than mislead you with a lie And who am I to judge you On what you say or do? I’m only just beginning to see the real you And sometimes when we touch The honesty’s too much And I have to close my eyes and hide I wanna hold you till I die Till we both break down…
Yet again!!!! A prompt that gives me thirty minutes to write what’s top of my mind, well that’s no complex feat, I suppose. I’ve been seeing innumerable gratitude prompts and posts off late. And my inner child has been prodding me to put together one such post. After all, I haven’t written one in a while. And don’t we all know that when we express gratitude, immeasurable benefits come multiplying in to our lives. Also what better way to say…
Fourth time in a row!! “I have struggled with the same issue for the last six years,” she said to me with much angst in her voice. “Just when I think everything is going well and life’s looking up for me, I’m given the same set of challenges. Challenges that I thought I had managed to overcome once and for all. What do you think I’m doing wrong, Natz?” Rita looked not just distressed and overwhelmed, but it seemed…
Walk a mile in my shoes And I will teach you a lesson or two; Of taking life in your stride When the hooded snake of challenge strikes.
This post was written for Blogadda’s weekend prompt “Life is a box of…” This happens to be my second WOW (winning) post two weeks in a row. Life is a box….. of Puppies. Yes, a box of cuddly, cute, lovable puppies, that you want to keep holding in both your arms, as they scramble away slowly from your warm, loving embrace. The precious moments in our life are like the adorable puppies-transitory. Also just like the box of…
This was my first entry for the BlogAdda prompt, “The Day Before Sunrise” and I won. I’m proud to be showing off the winner badge. I have seen many a dark nights, tossing and turning in bed, as sleep would continue to elude me; till the wee hours of the morning. Those were my darkest nights. Thank God that they are now a thing of the past. This is my story from a few years back. Sleep…