"Some days when I am able to pick a pen and write, I know I have been blessed."~Savita

Welcome to my blog. In my quiet hours I seek to touch the depth of myself and my surroundings. My thoughts that take form of poetry are just the scratches on the surface of life as it reveals to me. Wrapped in a delicate veil of symbolism and ambiguity these verses and expressions also fulfill my desire to share a bit of my self with others. I hope reading them would be as enjoyable for you as writing them has been for me.

Sunday, September 13, 2015

Grandma's Advice

When frustrated and stuck in a hole
Pick yourself up with a small goal
Told me my wise old grand mother
Patching a fabric on worn out sweater.

Pick up some small pinning
Make a salad or white pudding
Take a walk, ring up a friend
Fly a kite or do rope jumping.

Simple pleasure and no arrogance
Like zephyr filled with fragrance
Like a blue bird sitting on a fence
Brings beauty and meaning to life.

Staying involved is never easy
Not every company feels cozy
But isolation is more detrimental
Loving life and yourself is essential.

Not every sunrise is glorious
Or each sunset harmonious
Some days are sure lackadaisical 
Still life is full of sweet wonders.

9. 10. 2015



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