Tag: poem
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Memories of a mother in waiting
How fleeting are those memories we capture on a film Polaroid or celluloid in monochrome or black and white In sepia or in photo tint Eyes touched up or blazing red The blinding flash going off in my head. It’s strange how a…
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Scorpion’s sting
Today is yet another day hot and muggy slightly cloudy. I wonder how it will unfold Will it bring smiles? Will it bring sadness? I’ll be traveling all the way To see…
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In a plane lurching
This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda It was around midnight and we had settled down. satiated with the tripe that passes off as haute cuisine; at a cruising altitude hundreds of miles above terra firma any food could be described as haute cuisine even…
Twenty- five Seven 