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Garbage storage 

My bedroom is a storage ,

A storage of garbage .

All carry bags are saved ,

Neither a bill nor a receipt

Finds their way to trash can

All treasured and saved .

I find the missing lip balm

In a carry bag inside another one

I find these bags –

Stuffed and packed inside my cup boards !

“Why do you want these ?”-

Asked an annoyed me

“They are all important ” –

My three year old with eyes wide open .

Her papa laughed ” she is like you “!!
A real incident that occurred few days back , it was then I realized (discovered ,in fact ) that many things refuse to leave my personal cup board too. For my girl, its her valuables. Tracing many of my characteristics (good and bad ) in my girl these days . In response to daily post prompt “trace”.Trace

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Pause moments 

I lay down , sideways 

Nursing my little girl 

Curling up her arms on chest 

She feeds with a vigour


A pause – she looks deep into my eyes

Doing nothing 

Not even a blink

The pause moment – 

Exploding her love

Exploding her affection 

Takes my breath away ,

She resumes feeding 

Her tiny hands wandering over my face 

Finally holding on to my hands. 

My day don’t pass without a pause moment with my five month old. In response to daily post prompt detonate .Detonate

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New Soul 

Pacing up and down ,

Trying to sit and lie down 

Trying to sleep in peace 

All in vain,but . 

Driving in wee hours 

All alone this time ,

Crying with pain in the labour room

The clock ticking in the slowest pace 

Pushing with all effort , 

She smiled at the cue of a cry 

Wrapping her baby to her chest 

All she saw was a miniature husband 

Who lost his life to a gun shot. 

With love and innocence radiating 

A new soul to this earth

Tears trickled her cheeks 

Of Joy ?

Of Sorrow ?
This is about a mother who gave birth to her baby after her husband’s death.In response to daily post prompt radiate. Radiate

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Food – Perfume – Cure

Shabby hair , torn dress ,unwashed body 

She slept on streets 

Never knew where she belonged 

Walked begging for food

Stopped near a hotel , 

Aroma of sambhar infused 

Looked inside with hope and fear 

She might be slapped or kicked or shouted !

Alas ! A plate of fresh food – 

She looked up , a smiling man . 


She was grumpy 

She was depressed

She was in despair 

He left her for someone

She was betrayed

Took a deep breath , she arose

Walked to her cupboard, 

Took her Issey Miyake 

Wore it all over , for he was against it once 

Floral smell infused the room 

She loved it again 

She became her true self . 


He lay in pain 

Morphines helping a bit 

Waiting for the day to end

Waiting for stem cell infusion .

Sambhar – Lentil based vegetable stew based on broth made with tamarind . 

Issey  Miyake – a perfume brand

I have tried three stories – a beggar girls’ story , a girl who was betrayed by her boy friend and a man suffering from cancer in response to daily post prompt infuseInfuse

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The barren lands 

The dying plants and crops 

With no water in sight 

With no water for hope 

He sighed in pain 

All hardwork in vain.


The cattle mooed and bellowed 

In pain and hunger 

Not a drop to drink 

Calves dying of thirst 

He cried , in total despair. 


Kids slept , crying and complaining 

Wife sat, nothing to say 

He lay ,looking up at sky 

A drop on his forehead 

Thunder and lightning 

Rain – the only welcome reprieve !! 

Drought is a severe situation wherein huge number of farmers are affected. In despair,many commit suicide . The only escape from drought is rain . People held mass prayers for rain this year in many parts of India . In response to daily post prompt reprieve.Reprieve</a

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Fortunate soul 

Trusting unknown people ,

Paying them hefty ,

Packing bags and going at night

Into the deep blue sea .

Rough and harsh they are

Wondering why I trusted them

Pushing and stacking us in the boat

Not a space to breathe !!

Off we sail to Greece , but who knows ?

Sea was rough and rude

Was she angry ??

The wind was bad and heavy

Capsized our small boat

Threw us into the salty water

I swam a bit ,

Afloat for sometime ,

People drowning around me ,

Stayed strong with hope

A rescue boat may come – that’s all I pray

Floating for hours

I’m back to life ,

I’m a fortunate soul .
Syrian refugee crisis has been upsetting me since I started reading about it . Many people were drowned while trying to escape Syria , may be many survived too . We don’t know if the survival was fortunate enough for them in the new land . This is in response to the daily post prompt survive.Survive

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I sit with rake , spoon and moulds

Gathering the sand and mixing with water

Trying to mould and make  shapes

Mud over my face ,hands and legs

I don’t care ,for I’m not here to impress .


All the colour pencils spread out

I paint an elephant blue , tiger is colourful

I don’t care if hair is yellow and face is red

All I do is to colour

I ain’t here to impress .


I don’t worry about my eyebrows

Neither my hair nor my dress worries me

I don’t care if my shoes matches

I don’t try to impress anyone ,for I’m a child.
Children – the most innocent and happy people . They don’t fake anything or try to impress anyone ,they live in the moment -enjoying every bit they do .In response to daily post prompt impression.Impression