Undivided attention 

More than the patience wearing thin
More than a good night’s sleep
More than the long to-do list
More than the break we desperately need
More than the piles of work around
More than toys seen all over the room
More than a hundred other distractions
More than the continuous circle of routine
Everything can wait, let us give a few moments
Spouse, child or parents it may be
To nurture the bond we seek to build
Undivided attention is the best remedy


Small joys

Do we laugh less as we grow up? Enjoy less? Listen to our favorite music less? In my experience, yes. Our experiences, choices, circumstances weigh us down. Even trivial things like daily commute to work, weather, minor disagreements with spouse, a snarky comment by colleague which otherwise we sort out easily, then seem big. Some days are like that. Grey through n through. 

In those times, a joke,  a favorite song, an inspirational quotation, a personal text from close but haven’t talked in ages kind of friend, a romantic one from your spouse,  can act as a single ray of joy.  It turns the whole day around. Problems don’t seem big anymore and we can let go some negative thoughts without overthinking. It has happened with me countless times. Think we should stock small joys like these for such days in advance. 

Any thoughts? 


New beginnings


This will be my first post in a long time. From old friends to new ones who have liked and followed my blog, hey to all. 🙂 Hope you have been having a splendid journey here in the meanwhile. As for me, I’m in for a merry-go-round running behind an active little one. 😀 Poetry days seem like some faraway dream. Maybe they will come back to me when I have some peace and quiet. Till then, prose it is. Those who read this, do share what’s up with you all.



If my silence spoke
it would show you restraint
born out of love and pain
knowing words spoken in anger
are seldom truly meant

If my silence spoke
it would show you patience
when countless days were spent
waiting for some moments with you
and countless others wasted

If my silence spoke
it would show you love
waiting to be received
for when you recognize
for you, it is meant to be

If my silence spoke
it would show you need
to be understood and accepted
to feel my absence
to come to me open-hearted

If my silence spoke
it would show you pride
for the person you are
for the love we share
it is worth all

Finding myself

She wasn’t loved enough
bothered to understand by none
to accept all her quirks
yet still call her own

She wasn’t loved enough
tried to accommodate loved ones
yet her empathy wasn’t returned
in her turn, she received only anger

She wasn’t loved enough
her inner balance faded with time
the need for anchor growing stronger
in a world full of hate, she felt all alone

She wasn’t loved enough
she decided to nurture herself
restoring the forgotten inner peace
would show her the path to love, again

Shades of life

Lately my fear
holds back thoughts
refusing to be weaved
in a poetical bind

Lately my thoughts
tilt towards the grey
twisting in patterns
better left unrevealed

Lately the sunshine
is losing its warmth
hardly able to reach
the dark corners inside

Lately I’ve stopped
trying to understand
going with the flow
being the current stand

Lately I try
forming the lines
rather than giving up
this gift of mine

Lately I feel
balance hanging on a thread
finding my centre of calm
the only way out of this mess