Tag: #surrender
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Angels Speaking
Oh little one you have no clueHow much you are loved, dotedThe army that stands in waiting For your one flick of an eye The light in hiding ready to shineWith just one sigh of your being. Oblivious that all your moments areWatched, well laid & wonderfulYou were made with at most care,With pure intention…
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My Fascination With Fairytales
I love stories with pictures. I think that’s how I got hooked to books. N then movies. Everything I read and watched had stories. Mum says from the age of 2 I would watch wide eyed at the pictures in the news paper. Later my grammy told me stories from mythology and took me to…
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Stardust
I have come a long way. So far from where I started the memories are fading. But I know how it feels in my body..all of it. The good, the bad, the ugly, the magic, the myth, the epic. 2022 was dark.. but that’s why I saw what I was made of … STARDUST. That’s…
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The Gift
The soft stories ofGentle connections Is a mystery to meHow they are soCalm even in anger Or composed inSadness is quantumPhysics to me.I know broken vasesCracks in the wallDeafening silenceAnxious fear & scarringScreaming. All contactsAre warfare where youFight to be safe n waitFor the storm when itHas gotten quietSoft laughter & lovingConversations at dinnerGentle tucking…
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Sign Posts
No matter what direction I take in my life I always come to this center. This anchor. This cornerstone. Over the years no matter how far I feel I have wandered from my core I am reminded that, though it may not seem like it, but I am on the path I am supposed to…
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Liquid of Life
This rage that runs In my veins like Pristine liquid of heavenCan burn through theVoices of angels choirBut it waters the bloomsIn the darkness of myHeart that nurses theSavage slashes of painThat nests in my bones.It warms the cold floorOf my self worth thatBrittles up like leavesIn the snarky winter ..An act of rebellion ofTheir…
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Tick Tock, F%#* The Clock
Each day I push throughA pile of todos, must dos Should dos, could dos All I see is the undone dos Wake up, fight the fightSleep, wake up, repeat.Yes I am obsessed for iFear am loosing time &Maybe I am also loosingMy mind. For to sit stillIs a to do I just cannotGet done. I…
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My Unraveling Life
am a 41 year old, single woman, living in India. My life is privileged. I had parents that raised me in a middle class environment, gave me an education that helped me find a job. I have made good of these opportunities graced on me. I have a life that is not bad at all.…
Sowmya Hiremat 