Detached to Get Attached
You’re writing your autobiography. What’s your opening sentence? That day the umbilical cord was detached from my mother only to get attached to millions of materials around me, I despise that.
Somewhere I belong.
Pic credit: Homestratosphere.com As if I needed a reasonto leave the porchlight onfor you to come looking for mebeneath the Bougainville planternext to the bottom porch stepwhere I buried my heart along with the house keysand place me in the locketresting above your heartwhich is the only place I knowas somewhere I belong. Somewhere I…
Romance around the Rust. “Like a lover who did not want to part even in death” simply awesome. Love is the greatest support which often goes unnoticed and underappreciated. Never let the romance dry up. November Photo A Day Challenge, by City Sonnet, Day 26 Slow Under years of siege by water and oxygen from the air,…
When Nature Stopped My Walk & Demanded Attention
My business at BSEL near Inorbit mall, Vashi, got ovee at half past 10. Lady at the counter looked at the transaction forms I was holding and said; “You have to submit these at Vashi Plaza, C-Wing. It is just across the Mumbai – Pune highway.” Google said it’s about 700 meters. Walking down the…