Source: Times gone by .
What is poetry? I know not. I’m a mere amateur trying to be someone. Mind you, not like someone. Poetry, to me is elusive. I know about poetry just as much a new-born knows about the wide vast worl…
Source: What is Poetry?
The rickshaw stopped at a red light and immediately the beggars on the footpath swung into action. This was a crowded part of Old Delhi and any seasoned Dilliwallah knows that one either rides the …
Source: Crooking the crook
Did you love me before when we never even met?
Did you feel that we could pass those serpentine alleys
The dark reality of the ageing city
Come together and breathe each other
Loving and hating all that was on offer?
Did you look at me when you did not even know
Where to look
Bewildered and wild, like a confused child
Looking for a bosom to rest in peace?
While the mighty Ganges caressed and the cool breeze teased
Did you smell me on you even when you had no idea I existed?
Then when you met me and drank me in
Did you feel you had reached an end and that there would be
A new beginning?
Did you love me then like now, like you would
Even if I just appeared like a star and faded away
Before the light years brought you my twinkle?
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Here is my selfie with my boys . Yes, you read it right “My Boys”.
I am very proud to be a mother of two boys and I cherish every second I spend with them.
When I hold their hand and walk with one on either side , in a way to grab so that they don’t run on a busy street I feel immense sense of pride . Not that I am an unique one to have two boys but that my boys are my identity .
By now you might be thinking that I have some attitude or a swelled chest to have “two boys”
So , let me make it very clear . I craved for a girl child during both my pregnancies but I think it was decided that a hyper energy soul like me should be blessed with boys so that the energies are complimented .
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