Rare and Raw

Rest of the world found it hard to cypher her. She was termed as a "rare specimen" but not in the way the phrase is usually used. Yes, she was different. She dint need to unmask her self in solitude, nor did she cry in the bathroom. She was just a happy soul, a heart... Continue Reading →

Village raises a Child

PC : GOOGLE “It takes a village to raise a kid.”  I am sure your ears are well versed with this proverb of African Origin. Of course it does not imply that the whole village takes turns in looking after the kid. It simply means that the village or the community interacts with the children... Continue Reading →

Pitch In !!!

Pitch in folks. This time my heart reverberates, whispering to me that the world ought to know who I am. I have been interpreted by many in their own words – but that is not my problem. What really matters to me is what I think who I am. Because I have not promised anyone... Continue Reading →

Loner Days

This poem has been combined for several challenges and prompts. And they are Mindlovemisery’s Tale Weaver - i remember once Three Things Challenge by Di - last, entry, may FOWC with Fandango- experiment Daily Spur - official Word of the Day challenge- lone I remember once I had this life. Officially surrounded by throng, But... Continue Reading →

Drowned Dreams

For Photo challenge #313 from Mindlovemisery's Menagerie and Three Things Challenge #219 from Di .The three things for the day #threethingschallengeARGUEDANGERMISTAKE Photo by Francisco Echevarria on Pexels.com What remained after the grave mistake,And what came off the barren arguments,Was danger and a serious one,But it was closely condoned.What is left? What left unspoken?Which prayers were heard,And... Continue Reading →

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