Pensive Piscean

Come swim in my ocean, amidst pearls and seaweed and resist the urge to drown

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Soul Juice

NaNoWriMo Diaries- No coffee for you!

So yesterday was day 12 of NaNoWriMo. The shattering realization that I was lagging by 5,000+ words pushed me to pack my laptop, bid the hubster and kid good-bye and head off to a Starbucks next to my house. I… Continue Reading →

Swirl

She falls apart

Some days are hard I don’t want to wake up, I don’t want to see anyone’s face I let my daughter eat bowls of cheese balls for lunch and take-out pizza for dinner The heap of laundry remains neglected in… Continue Reading →

Drops

You don’t see us. Why would you? We are tiny amidst the mountains and snow. We were once part of them, frozen in time and part of an enormous mass It was comforting to be secure, no one dared defy us…. Continue Reading →

Sometimes you have to taste your own tears. Stop the morose thoughts, lift a finger to your face and dab at that stream pouring down. Feel the salt and the sweet, seeping into different parts of your tongue , confounding your senses…. Continue Reading →

A dream

We learnt about you in school, the largest flower in the world- Rafflesia. Without a stem or leaves or roots you are a botanical miracle, albeit a smelly one. Being a parasite can do that to anyone right? Last night… Continue Reading →

Drifting

I get it now. Why people choose to do drugs or drown in alcoholism. I understand how easy it is to find answers in addiction, hallucinations and the general submersion of your consciousness in a non-reality. I really get it…. Continue Reading →

Broken Wings

Marinated Hearts

One part music One part poetry Two parts fresh sunlight Mix well Drizzle red wine Let it rest, let it be.

A cloud’s farewell

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