Loss

Loss What comes inevitably, will have to go How you deal with that loss Will define your core Well, that’s what some smart ass Said thousand years ago May be in China, Greece or Rome Or some other, God forsaken place Take it from a survivor Though it’s nothing to boast It’s hell of a

Bullshit

Bullshit Most of the times After few large pegs Words flash like lightening In the clouded mind I hurriedly search before I forget Scraps of paper, tissue or tabs Anything I can, write upon If nothing’s there, I memorise them all Try hard to remember Next day on the pot But booze has a way

Silence

Silence When I hear silence The word silence I mean Hear pristine heavenly Closer to God Meditative reflective Said to be answer for all But silence also means Suffering and pain Shame sometimes Or gut wrenching fear Sometimes acceptance Of miserable fate A wretched life That will never change But the worst of the silence

My Song

My Song A long road straight, stretching for miles Sun baked plains, yellowing grass Few bushes and rocks Passing by Hum of tyres in the background Soprano of winds Intense and high One adds to the symphony Humming a song That comes easy, in an instant A song that’s always Traveled along Revealing touching, some

Beyond The Mirror

These lines are written in response to the prompt by https://adelectablelife.com/2021/11/13/weekend-writing-prompt-235-mirror/ This prompt was hosted by https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2021/11/13/weekend-writing-prompt-235-mirror/ Behind the mirror When I look into mirror Hanging on the wall See exactly myself Just changed hands May be the nose turns Rightward not left Parting of my hair Looks misplaced Window behind me Looks just the

The Night Manager- A review

Watched “ The Night Manager” on Amazon Prime. It’s a six part series based on a novel by the same name by John Le Carr’e. Each episode lasting around 55 minutes. It’s like James Bond movie but languorously done minus the mandatory car chases and gizmos. But in exchange we get well developed and rounded

Beyond The Horizon

Beyond our daily lives, somewhere lies real life, Beyond our horizons, somewhere lies the real world and Beyond the silence, one can hear the universe speak ©️ShashikantDudhgaonkar Many a people are lost to us, because they do not appear at the centre of our vision or mind-space for a long time. They hover somewhere at

Doors

Doors Some doors are ajar, open wide To let some light, fresh air inside Some just hang, swinging aside The moment one, wants to pass Some open as you barely knock Some need to be kicked really hard Some are shut tightly locked Or boarded up with thick planks Most will open, given some time

Last seen

Last seen Last seen some friends Years or decades ago Don’t seem to quite remember Truthfully, never gave much thought Work, family, self and many excuses Priorities, possibilities and responsibilities Kept changing everyday But had a faith strong, held all along That tomorrow will arrive As always it has Will meet them then, talk for

Hug

This post is in response to a prompt on https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2021/11/08/wdys-106-a-roundup-post/ Hugs As one pulls them close Hold them near Gently gliding In their world Gush of warmth Touch of hair Fragrant breath One has known for years All comes back Threatens to flood Thoughts just freeze Hang midair Amidst all this One thing stands clear