Day 14

Moving across time
Swirling to form shapes
Inciting our imaginations
To create words abound.



Day 12 

Imaginations ruled

Befriended you young

Best friend or lover

I named you all.

Cried often
Embraced to sleep
Introvert me
Had you.

And then you happened
To naked eyes
Like answer to dreams
In breeze of reality.

Happiness abound
As I take your hand
And walk an extra mile
Towards our eternity.


Day 10

Power is not just in win
It lies even in the defeat

It is there in acceptance
And in the frozen tears
It is in that determination
And in encouragement
It is in everything that balms
Not just in consuming

Power is not just control
Often it’s in empowering others .

P.S. : As someone who teaches feminist conception of power to postgrad students this topic was very close and I wanted to talk more on it but due to lack of time of weekdays I leave you guys with this poem only. Hope it conveys what I wanted to say.

January Beginnings


As the new year whispered in my ears about eleven months back, I smiled and thanked it with the utmost care. After all, the year that went by was by far the worse year filled with downhill roads I climbed inspite of no desires. Today, as the year ends and like the last December  I sit down to pen my thoughts for this year. I wonder what exactly did this year gave. Nothing special compared to what all I expected. Yet, nothing worse happened, which makes me all glad.  It had its bad moments , and yet there were some beautiful smiles. So , by being part of  Lady Nimue’s Month of the Year Writing Prompt, I decide to de-fragment the year that went with some thuds, and loads of hurts , and yet gave me patience  to not leave herculean  tasks midway.

January brought hope. It brought snuggling in the blanket. Also, it brought some promises. Tasks I took first step towards. Healthy food habits and some weight loss ( which was useless as stress of later year made me gain double). Some positive mindset and some determination to make a new beginning this year and finding a new nest in a different location.

A year which has memories, I hardly bury away. Beautiful when I lived.  First year, in ages, I forgot to remember, the date and him. What transpired between you and me, still hold precious within. But the head finally said, it should stay in recesses I know not about.

Too much stress, bundled away in meditation, made me know the solution to health -mental and physical. I fainted in thoughts of the deadline I was preparing for years and clenched on to the strength I was losing. All work , no play rule came into life as I prepared for what this year was to be about. Prodding my mind, to work fast, to finalize a near perfect work, is all aimed. Looking in the mirror, at the face last December left me, I wonder, “Don’t I know you?” Only to start regaining what I was losing, even if I fail.

January hopes, sprinkled away
In the winter snow outside
Meditating for better tomorrow
Amidst health diets and hot showers.

Some tasks to be fulfilled, in hardships
The year promised, with isolated dependence
I smiled, in worrisome beings
For what I see, even in broken dreams.

Spirit high, in positive thoughts of tomorrow
Of written words and dreams of the read scribbles
Hopes and dreams, of miracles I lost
In years that went past.

Prayers of dreams, hopes of love
Friends, and enemies, rolled in one
In the year , carrying the number,
Of the birth, as I lost and yet wished.


Written as part of the Month-of-the-Year-Writing-Prompt-2012-season-3

Also Prompted @3WW, Theme Thursday, JP at Olive Garden, Sunday Scribblings, Inspiration Monday,  OSI