(The poem is a depiction of people going through death-like physical pain caused by any disease) Put me in the cold Beneath will I find retreat, Storms don’t seem to Assuage this scorching heat Wearied, my journey, Overtired are my feet, I now need the chill, Cist me into the freeze Forlorn smile, my form,… Continue reading Put Me In The Cold
(This is a work of pure fiction and meant as a light read without intending to cause any offence to anyone in particular) Me: “Maaaa, I’ve got the job I interviewed for in the MNC, last week. I'll be joining as an Assistant Project Manager.” (I squeal excitedly.) Ma: It is a wonderful news child.… Continue reading Don’t Judge A Book By It’s Cover
Twinkle Khanna, widely known for her blunt, satirical articulation and sassy punchlines, often never desists from calling a spade a spade. This article is with reference to a recent video posted out by her on Mother’s Day where she captioned the video as: “What mother’s really want for Mother’s Day but can’t tell their kids.… Continue reading My Take on Twinkle Khanna’s Mother’s Day Video
Traverse through the journey called life with: Spikes on your wheels, Courage on your sleeves, A halo on your crown, And a gratuitous heart Photo by Євгеній Симоненко on Pexels.com
Family is a F - Foundation of faith which A - Acts with commitment while doing M - Mindful efforts and behaviours where I – Interdependence is inevitably easy has L - Love and devotion at heart’s core and Y - Yet all members could be unique and different
Our breath dies several deaths when we hold pain whereas life enhances manifold as we decide to let go and move on.
Nurturing a blind wish for love is akin to living in a self-made trap. Awake!!! Revamp your individuality into a sturdy one.
Don’t WAIT to end abuse and toxicity. Close doors to it right away and walk out, even if that’s the only option left, for holding on is like a frog sitting in cold water placed over fire, oblivious to its own peril.
Ah! Little germ! What have you made of us? A dread of mess; a bundle of frayed nerves Thinking of our loved ones, we’re naught but goose bumps Even as I watch your victims every nanosecond slump What strange times we’ve today entered For you’ve quickly got everything overpowered Where are we headed, what’ll be… Continue reading Germ