tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3243209783167863022012-01-27T11:22:07.255-05:00Throw me a topic and let me roll with it...ULhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15005895432233940416noreply@blogger.comBlogger1861100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-324320978316786302.post-14274080793444159662010-12-20T23:09:00.001-05:002010-12-20T23:10:54.801-05:00

 How has your holiday week been coming along so far? Mine has been pretty wonderful. On Sunday I got to meet and greet my peers at the studio. It was one of the coolest holiday gatherings I have had in years. We met up, practiced yoga, meditated and finally munched on some yummy veggie delights. It felt wonderful to practice alongside some wonderful teachers, we all taught a part of the class,

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Heaven on Earth is what I assume it would be, or as close to heaven as can be! My cousin who graduated from the Culinary Institute of America, New York, just opened up a place in my hometown of Trivandrum. From the name Étude de Chocolat, it sounds like a chocolate haven, but with Christmas round the corner, I heard that his fruit cakes are awesome and heavenly. The truth is I can’t wait to have

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A request on facebook had me writing this little note. Been ages, hope you have all been well. I have been away for far too long. I hope to return on a regular basis soon, bare with me folks.  These are 25 random things about me. ***** 1. I am a clean freak. 2. Faith, family and friends, in that order, are my greatest strength. They are my weakness too. 3. I am impatient and forgetful, a deadly

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the chaotic world I flourish in;moments vanish into air thin-here, thoughts and feelings seem to spin:one second am lost, to be found again. ****Happy 2010 to all of you. Been ages, time is playing a vanishing act on me. And I can't seem to stop it. Hope you are well. I am not making promises to visit you, because I may not be able to, but you are in my thoughts and I will catch up with you soon.

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flickering flames lined up in a row,images and shadows follow in tow-hope reaches out amidst the glow;it’s time to renew, dreams like a vow.****Karthika is a festival of lights celebrated in the southern part of India. More like Diwali in the North. As a kid it was one of my favorites.

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When skies turn dark, and clouds sigh, I think of you.When words falter and worlds topple, I think of you.When time trembles and days drift away, I think of you.I wonder who you are, I wonder what you do,I am always looking out, for a glimpse of you.I wonder who I would be, I wonder what I would do,When our paths does cross, when I finally find you.

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a quaint old town i pass in my commuteslined with cafes and rickety-storesslow life thrives in its cobbled stones,tantalizing me with its hidden toneshalf a mile of this utter bliss, teasesmy mind to explore more, cornerswhere he knows me -and i know himno one remains a stranger for long.if i could stop and blend in,gossip and smiles would welcome me in.i long to savor and drink insites and

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this need to vanish,disappear into thin airgrasps me from time to timei long to run away, hide my being –anonymous incognitofrom this world, its responsibilitiesthis feeling- fit for a cowardcloaks me, defeats my disciplineonce again I surrendera prisoner to restlessness.

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rolling along, often stumbling:dreaming yesterdays, smiling-hazy tomorrows, barely caring:living the moment, not worrying-befriending enemies, more inviting:wisdom gained, time ticking.all -signs of aging.****Time and age slows us down in a good way, won't you agree? Sure the aches and pains increase physically, but there's also the knowledge that this body isn't the be-all and end-all in life.

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I - Inhalemy forearms push the earth down:shoulders carry me up with a frown-burden shifts away from the crown.II - Exhaleheart and spirit, will not disappoint:balance and poise, one focal point-a vertical line, from joint to joint.III - Breathetippy toes fly toward the sky:the focus is set, gravity i defy-heady feeling lifts me up high!different world, from here i spymy mind rejoices, how i

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gather around in a circlelet’s travel together this vehicleinto times lost to a trickle.lost worlds, found by the wordvibrant shades discoveredleaving the listener enamored.******The art of story telling has always fascinated me. To lead the listener into a world where everything seems real, even momentarily, is a great achievement.

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her eyes speak to meplenty, curiously questioningwhy? silently enquiringhow? religiously followingwhere? she holds the reinsso very gently, yet firmlyi am hardly aware, oh my! *****Reverance can be a burden, for it is often accompanied by responsibility. A parent-child relationship can be tricky and challenging. I find myself in land-mines pretty regularly. This is just a start on how far that

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once upon a star,you smiled from afaryour humility and compassion - my sanctuary, my salvationi held on at all costs,never imagining your lossonce upon a star,i longed from afar****"Once upon a time..."tales are my favorites. So is the "Twinkle, twinkle, little star" rhyme. Thought would combine the two to come up with something unique, still in the draft version...

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innocence commands-i learnt with practicei am left powerless,often unarmed- when all it takesis one single glance. ****

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hush, there’s a stormbrewing deep within,words and thoughtsbattle- playing to win!thoughts flow tangledwhile words gently ripen-unraveling the formerloosen the latter with a whirl.look, there’s a calmdancing with a spinwords and thoughtstwirl - waltzing in sync.*****My mind draws a blank and then fills up with words, thoughts fall apart fighting to be heard. But when they begin to flow in tandem,

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one day at a time,i intend to scribetidbits of rhymeworth but a dime:do hop on the rideto read and write-for madness is heremonth of the insane!****April alas! Time flies by fast. Has it really been a year since I embraced this insanity? Last year I, with many others, took up the challenge of writing a poem per day, thirty in total for the month of April. I managed to do it to my very own

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lost to myself, lost in my thoughtsmy travels touch oh several realmsunknown to the mind these journeysof mine, wind through deep-dark alleyssearching for the one, to light my eyeslost to the world, lost in its ravine depthsmy wanders unravel several lifetimes.******I have driven around in circles for hours on end, lost. I have walked up and down aisles, the same aisles, lost. I have wasted time

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oodles of ivory-white:string from left to right-delicious slippery curlssavory wriggly whirlsmelt in my palette, spicemy yester-years to life****Idiyappam aka string hoppers made with rice flour, steam cooked and sprinkled with coconut shavings is a breakfast delight I was raised on. Served with a potato stew, it tastes out of this world. Though it has been eons since I ate the likes, how I wish

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giggles and laughter,grows my daughter:tickles and squeals,oh how she appeals-her inborn innocencedrowns my misgiving,her curious nature,sense of adventure,sparkles and rekindlemy enthusiasm for life-her deep blinding trustto this world’s interest,seizes me, in wonderreminds me, to reconsidermy own view, cynical -of universe in general. there's much wisdomi've yet to learnfrom one so young.

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tied arms and limbs,untangling simply vainyear is gone, but whereanother begun, oh whenmy struggle for freedomunheard, unacknowledgedthe daily grind called liferefuse to listen, or budgeand so l trudge along slowtired, these arms and limbs****Happy New Year, to all those who usually visit me here. Work has kept me busy, no time for creativity- hoping 2009 will give me a break. Hope all are well,

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inadvertent lapserequire desperate measuresto get back on track:realization struck too late-for she had already bought,a one-way ticket to the far corners of hell–one often traveled by many,one with absolute no returns-inadvertent as it seems,no desperate measure could,would reverse this lapse.*****In response to 3ww prompt, also for TOP's prompt.

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Eyes collide, moments are borntales exchanged on contact alonegreat walls erected, tumble downangry pride banished like cloth wornpowerful connections grown and drawnas eyes collide and moments are born! ******a comment from Mampi had me replacing the words "cloth torn" with "cloth worn" Thank you Mampi.

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ripples on the surfacedisturbed by splashesfollowed by “I did it”secho the surroundingstell me, dear folks,how would I be bored?as I settle down relaxedto watch my three-‘r-oldthrow stones in the pondthen screech in delight-a bundle of excitement,she is living the momentwithout a single complainttell me, dear folks, tell mehow easy a habit it is?to swell with happinessand pride at her pranks –

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the river flows yonder-gushing with energytravelling with speedvery much like life, inpursuit of the unknownunable to stop yearning,this need to get entangledwith everything worldlyshe hushes and rushesto be intimate like loverswhen waiting is finally over,and the goal appears nearerwith happiness within her graspinevitable joining but a claspwhy victory still seems unclear?*******In response to

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precious time slipped,a million timesbitter words exchanged,a million timessoulful tears fell unnoticed,a million timeshurtful remarks smeared,a million timespricey moments melted,a million timesworlds altered, lives changed-once more, I am alone.****In response to 3WW prompt.

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temporary insanity:i omitted my karmato gamble with the devil-predictable outcome:i sank even deeper into permanent insanity.*****In response to the 3WW prompt

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a narrow dark hallway,dim lights lead the way-she moves with trepidation,her heart longs salvation-weary eyes dart side to side:searching for the lone room,to quiver and unload in gloomshe finds twenty-seven,her temporary haven:fits the key to the door,escape from the corridor-to rush in, and lock behindbreathin’, trying to unwindexhausted and spent-she collapses on the bed:only to sit uprightto

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i remember my past,death gripped last-escape not so fasti remember my past!life drove by fastand left me aghast-i remember my past,death gripped last. ****In response to the TOP prompt, note that the image is not mine, but one from a google search.

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edge of the precipice-catastrophe barely delayed:focus on the reinscircle’s focus,know not of edge-break-in delayeddelayed reflex-lost my edge it seems,time to focus****In response to the 3WW prompt.

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entranced, the spectator follows every beata sworplay between equals, building heatfaces hidden beneath scarves, color of beetbattling wills, first clash and then retreatmutual respect shone as eyes meet and greetattack and defend, both warriors so elitean artform majestic, energetic and neatsinewy movements with a grace discreteentranced, the spectator cannot take a seat!*****For the last day of

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a memory, an experiencestrong enough to bruiseand erode multiple heartssharper than a knife-edgedrawing bloody thoughtsyet one i would reliveover and over again, till death ends it all!don't you see? clearlyi am past the point ofno return where regretsmatter, then again not!for i am captured, addictedan obedient slave,with no gate for escape-without regrets, but waiting for death to end it all!**

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an array of distractionspunctuate our mundane livesbirth and death iteratesa known process called lifean unexpected votive flickerlighting paths unknown, hopecomes in handy when life begins to molder- bruisedby splinters randomly thrown!Handle such exceptions with care, or be prepared to lame for life!*****For those in the software industry, you are bound to see the basics often used in a work

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is that a 'he' or a 'she'?for the face looks his,while the form seems hers:muscled forearm, ragged frame-their souls are entwinedlike him and her combined-oh yes, i am definite,it is a she in a he!two sharing one whole,dreaming to calm the soul!relaxed the face,even asleep -i long for a window to peepinto the hearts buried deep!*****In response to Michelle's Monday Mural

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i seek perfection, true completioni long for a place of absolutioni have traveled most every cornersearching, digging every quarter- for as outrageous as this will sound,may be it is Utopia i want found?why don't you make with what you've?why do you run seeking what you cannot have?if happiness can't be found within -how will you grasp what lies beyond?so utilize all that you've at birthlet

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buzzing bees:singing in harmony-wind provides chorus.flowering tulips:dance to the live beat -of fluttering butterflies.****In response to One Single Impression

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be a warrior, have plenty of faithnot one or the other, but both apace -for victory belongs to one so bravewilling to fight yet having faith!when life throws hurdles one by onepick up your strenth, forward face:do your best, stretch your limitsthen leave the rest to your faith!faith has power as you would know,but not for one who will not show-courage and spirit combining faithto win over life's

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a picture, a pencil sketchetched in black and whitestopped me in my tracks,to gaze-glimpse in bewiderment, in awe of reflected familiarity,my own? wait, it can't be, how could it be?as i trace the features one by onemany an emotion skip my mindshe seems so young, was i ever so?she was carefree, she lived life sowho is she? why do i feel connected?stop, she is not me but she is in meeven though we

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flip-flops slap the pedicured feet,bikinis sway in the scorching heat!shorts and skirts out and about,sun tan season is here no doubt!days are longer, nights even shorter,summer has overtaken spring for sure!i am disappointed to say the least -since i consider spring such a feast!*****In response to the TOP prompt

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ugliness is inbornjust like goodness,mixture of the twodoes not cause harmbut only compliments-should they remainlike oil and vinegar:together yet apart,embracing yet detached,separate identities, preserving character- easy to move aside,when time arrives!key of detachmentis easy to loose:beware of its riskwhen mixing twos-for negatives ariseas attachment is born,and flavours bring warunlike oil

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red attire drapesbeauty sparkling gold:white swan admires.***eyes dreamy black-brown gaze notice,lost look blue.***red lotus petalscompliment pillars golden:silvery sky awaits.***messenger listens greenpink feet planted:thoughts colored grey.***This is in response to the prompt from One Single Impression on Colors. This is also a form I have been wanting to try ever since I caught it at lissa's

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Don’t be mere survivors,heroes are true revivers -fight your darkest fearstriumphs always have ears!*****In response to the WI prompt, I think I will take this further, but for now, here's thedraft as I consider it.

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voice your sighcompose a moldfill brim highwith thoughts of goldopen your heartbreak the moldfree your spiritlet peace be the goal*****In response to Sunday Scribblings

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what am i abandoning?i can't help wonderwas it worth exploring?the road least journeyedwhat am i missing? i am no risk takerwhat am i loosing?i have to ponder - as I continue to followthe experienced travelerbefore mine.****This was triggered by a favorite poem of mine from Robert Frost. It is an inspiring poem for me, one I wouldn't mind reading over and over again every time indecision captures

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stage is setactors in placetouching sceneplays its pace -starting at thebeginning, till it ends.for each spectatorlooking deeply in :visibility spectacularacting real -where beginnings beginwith endless ends!life is such,as you will agree:different views,different worlds,depending on the beholder's eye -full of beginningswith no visible ends.*****In response to 3WW, and Michelle's 'different

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slippery cool to my skin,gurgling musical to my ear,fragrant breath to my nose,healing nectar to my tongue-i love to see your facejust for a moment, just once.you quench my thirst,you fulfill my need:you are life-giving,quite simply the best.i feel you, i sense you,i smell you, i taste youi long to see you, meet you.just for a moment, just once.does it matter what coloryou are? if i could see,if

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day without endeyes feel pinnedsleepy and tiredi nod off my head -clearlyits time for bed!****'night.'night.

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playful and mischeviousyou capture many heartsyour charming sweetnessspan across generationswith lores full of glossi long to hear your stories:fun and adventurous tales -i heard them a million timesbut would listen over againa role model for severalyour tales full of moralthief of hearts you are knowninnumerous souls you ownyou are darling Krishnafamed the world over,a Hindu God you might

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ray of sunshine:i basked in it's glorywarmed inside out.glorious smile:spread from ear to earrising sun.*****In response to one single impression prompt.

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how could you let me die?after giving me this life -for you know that i am alivefrom the day you concieve'.dont judge me pleasefirst get to know me listen to my pleagive me my voicemy sex shouldn't mattermy resolve will not shatter i am as good as a 'he'i am no helpless 'she'allow me my basic rightlet me solve this plightgive me one chanceto prove my stancea reason to be heardthus spread the

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i write, i type, i deliverwith ten fingers poisedpouring thoughts at will -rarely do i acknowledgethis weapon at my tips:one taken for granted,one least appreciatedbut never ever, never onceaccredited, recoginzed!what if i lost them?what if they paralysed?where oh where would I be?how oh how my life lead me?this life would simplywaste away, it would be worse than dying surely-living ghost that i

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remember the good old timesfunny how the world chimedtheatre cost just mere dimesnot money but people primedtimes have changed, full of crimesnot people but dollars primedwinds betray, altering climeshearts vanish, heavily grimedlife tastes like tarty limes.******In response to the 3WW prompt

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loosing interest-like night without the skyencountering blank.feeling stagnant -like bird without wingsbereft existence.****

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There's my great auntwhose tale would haunther life is historyher death a mysteryoh, she's tough to flaunt****This is for MK's prompt as well as ReadWritePoem.

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forest fire:lone bird in the sky-stranded high. ***gathering storm:burdened thoughts at war-stranded within.***flowing stream:calms the inner soul-happily stranded.***clear blue sky:merry making birds-stranded hearts.***In response to the prompt from On Single Impression

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look me in the eyewhen you truly trydon't you dare liewhen i bid goodbyededuce the reason whywhen you see me cryfor once, don't be slyor regret when you die

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brave face crumblestears rain unheededher mask unmasked:the shower turns onher soul-clenching sobs,merges with the whooshweak,gut-shaking framehides behind the steamstranded within a mazewith no key for escapeshe continues her questfor the lost highwayher fear and self-doubts rival, to pull thoughts in opposite directions:making victory impossibleand hence the unmasking -hiding from the worldand

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abundant laughter:liberates the spiritfree prescription.musical trickle:balm for the pained soulmerry laughter.contagious illness:the only one welcomedspreading laugher.*****Late for last week's One single impression, late for NaPoWriMo, well, I have fifteen minutes before midnight. So took the easy way out.

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turbulent times wavering mindsheer will powershakes then quiversone day at a timelife drags onheart surrendersfaith leads wayhope gives strengthdreams take overone step to the nextlife moves on*****My contribution for the third day NaPoWriMo, whew, so far so good.

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parallel worldsthough ours appear,you are not meand I am not you -insurmountable walls,mysterious boundariesseparate our liveswhere beating heartsfind no returns.don’t you see?what divides usis our thoughts -separation is a mythbuilt in the far recessesof our subconscious.underneath we are oneour souls are one andmy heart bounce to therhythm of yours-look deep and you will know,there’s no such

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her soft baby curls,downy to the touch-too short for pigtails,not long for ponytails,perfect for kudumis! so off i go, and find hair tiesto pretty my toddlerwith fancy dos -that sit atop her tiny head.*****You can find details of traditional kudumis here but the style for kids are little tufts sitting atop a child’s head, not the shaved variety. One more for Michelle's prompt for the first day

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pitter patteryour dreams come truedoes it matter?how time just flew?merry laughterwill soon find youtender shatterthrough and throughpitter pattertimeless wonder, life anew.*****This is for a dear friend who recently discovered that she was pregnant, I am delighted for her. Here's to hoping she has a wonderful pregnancy and a joyous time to look forward to. Today is also the beginning of the

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“Nice Matters Award is for those bloggers who are nice people; good blog friends and those who inspire good feelings and inspiration. Also for those who are a positive influence on our blogging world.”*****I just received this bouquet from spillay and I am touched by her thoughtful gesture. Thanks to you for this award, spillay.Now it’s my turn to give away this award, and I would like to take

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unasked question:like a broken glass-shardtough token to mendimagined answer:like nightmare in realunpredictable trial****In response to the prompt from 3WW

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buzzing thoughts:words sprout wingspoetry in flight.****once i wanted to be brighti decided to do it just righti picked up a fun hobbywriting against the snobbysure had people bolt upright.****In response to MK's prompt

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her chin held high:tempting, luring, tickling -‘touch-me-not’ air.blooms dance,at grasping distance:eyelashes flutter.fresh innocence:weaving dreams unforeseenbrimming confidence.****In response to the prompt from One Single Impression.

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waking up i take your dustand smear on my foreheada sign of soulful respector so i would like to think-not enough, yes I know:never enough for all that youendure and sustain through time,the burden you carry so willinglywithout complain, with relishdeserves far more than mereacknowledgement every morn -yet remembrance and respecteven for a moment, is the leasti can do for you Mother, whogive,

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hand-in-handwe walked down the valeand climbed on the fenceacross from the forlorn rail track:to simper and wave or throw a flying-kissat the passengers on the trainthat whiz by every noon -chugging a melody,tripping our soul.****In response to the prompt from Friday Fives

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i have an allergy,drop-down-dead variety?nay - but worse really.i go through dayswithout many swaysthen succumb, and paysi indulgefrom time to timegive inor go insane..then suffer..i break out in rasheswhen it's more than just dashesmy poor skin crashesugly and itchypainful and scratchyscary and leachy but tell me –dear one,tell me -is anything worse?..than a chocolate allergy..****It is almost

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gazing, searching, hopingi look for me in the ripples –in the mirror, in the eyesalways outside, not inside.the face reflected unknownthe emotions felt unrealmy past appears a miragehazy and smoky, surrealwhere did the years go?who is this stranger?what became of me?will my past catch up?how can i escape?empty questions,no answers“look deeply, turn inwardclean the dirt from mind-mirroredthe me

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best friends for lifeturn worst of enemiesstory of lifebreaking rulestangled in treachery –daring egos one dead, the other jailed judge understood-simple theory, money involvedself-created prisonersseparated beyond lifetimesforever regrets*****In response to the prompt from 3WW. A couple of lines rewritten and the poem reordered.Concept remains the same. Money equates to mess in most cases.

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My birth, your deathmarked this bond,imaginary yet real-between you and me.Planted in memory, yours-raised with reverenceworshipped in kindnessembraced with loveyou live on through me.My home, your familyyour home, my familyone became the otherI know not when-maybe it is the you in me.Generations have flownI am tall and over grownhere I remain for all timeswatching over, protectingwhat’s yours,

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mine and yourssouls perfectly so -new circle beginsfrom you to meand me to youour life circleshalf my faithhalf of yourscircle completeseternal bondsacross lifetimescircle sustains *****In response to the prompt from One Single Impression

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Bone chilling shivers seep through my being. My numb heart thuds and halts with a rhythm. The apartment looks familiar, terrifyingly so. The five ‘o’ clock shadows cast by the sun makes me delirious and faint with fear. I am hesitant to insert the key and unlock the horrors that lie within. Through the hazy clouds that clutter my intellect, I reach inward to uncover the incident that began as a

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Playing destiny:Recipe for disasterRising doom!It started as a mere experiment, a cool game to play with his pals. The winnings made him richer. Fortune and luck were on his side. He won every single time and collected his dues. The confidence in his abilities made him take major risks. He won some more. Pride mixed in, he was a winner, and nothing could stop him now.He attributed his success to

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You Belong in 1957I took a fun quiz I found at spillay's blog, "what year do I belong in?", well, I am really ancient since it says....You're fun loving, romantic, and more than a little innocent. See you at the drive in!What Year Do You Belong In?****I haven't had a chance to say hello and make posts over the past few days, it seems like the rest of the week will be slow as well. But I will be

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Suck me in, bury the painInhale me, don’t go insaneJust once, do not refrainLet me solve your complainWaiting here, yours to gainI promise to heal the brainOnly once, do not restrainLet me solve your complainPick me up, let me explainLight me up, experience againBelieve me, do not disdainLet me solve your complainYours to take, and regainEternal lovers, we remain“Not just a butt”, think againLet

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music from the sidewalk-pulled at my heartstringsI hesitated twice, longing to stopand then I did, rest is history'Late for work, yet again!'****In response to the prompt from 3WW****I haven't had a chance to say hello and make posts over the past few days, it seems like the rest of the week will be slow as well. But I will be visiting you soon...in the meantime, stay safe. Happy Blogging. I hope

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snug under the layersthoughts dirty greenboggle the mind, whileslithering like the snakewarning racket,causing havoc,within!***In response to the prompt from Friday Fives ****I haven't had a chance to say hello and make posts over the past few days, it seems like the rest of the week will be slow as well. But I will be visiting you soon...in the meantime, stay safe. Happy Blogging. I hope to free

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Stuck in the past?"Move with the present",Or time walks away!Falling leaves, colorful:Scribble states, "seasons change"Springing greens, inevitable!Drift like the clouds:"Time waits for no man or beast",Constant a myth!****In response to the prompt from One Single ImpressionAlso in response to MK's prompt from last week. ****I haven't had a chance to say hello and make posts over the past few

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blood thicker than water, they sayflowing water seems better, I sayfamilies stick together, they saygluing together will weather, I saydistance makes the heart grow fonder,love gets lousy when we live closer!****I haven't had a chance to say hello and make posts over the past few days, it seems like the rest of the week will be slow as well. But I will be visiting you soon...in the meantime, stay

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smoky clouds graysunshine peeks through –rays of hope escapelife survives.A dear friend of mine sent this news that empowered me enough and moved me to tears. Please take a moment to visit the link and catch the video. It’s about a premature baby who fell through a moving train’s toilet in Ahmadabad, India. You may or may not know this but most toilets of trains in India open up to the tracks.

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clear skiesartist’s canvasbright sun,fair moonopposite cornerssharing groundsrising dayfading nightglorious battleboth victoriousdawn’s tinted watercolora message without words:speaks oh, so loud and clear****In response to the prompt from TOP. I think this fits theFriday fiction prompt too, an encoded message from the skies. :)

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Souls distant, close biologyMinds consider, worth apology?Hearts' pride, simple astrology.*****Now that I managed all the words, I would like to deviate into another topic, one that became so controversial at my site last week. If you have the time follow me here and leave your opinions. I was amazed at the response to my post on capital punishment. I would like to thank everyone who participated

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words like whiplashscrapes and bruisesthe soul deep within.silence so cold addsinsult to injury, reopeningunhealed wounds.time patches the burnsand pretend to heal exposed cuts caught bythe naked eye, but –who provides balmfor the gash inside?'think before you speak', so common an advice -one in need of repetition,for words utteredin terrible hastespreads like plagueleaving death to trail!

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unneeded piece -trashed away as wastebecomes needed.****In response to the weekendwordsmith prompt

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storming sinewy cloudsdrift atop the woodsbranches raise hoodsthundering, heavy downpourripped off modesty and torethrough the bough’s coreink-black skypassions spring highbare limbs complymoody surroundings clearAftermath, warmth smearroots spread affectionate cheer.#########################################In response to the prompt from RWP as well as one fromODB#################################

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LimerickMargin drawn in vain,Agitation-inflicted painRipped heart thudsDistant crow scudsDeath broke the chain.****HaikuTime stands stillas fiery death arrives -causing blood-chill.##########################In response to the prompt from Friday FivesI think this fits MK's prompt on time as well##########################

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Keith’s post ‘Eye for an Eye’ triggered the following response from me and it fits the prompt at WI and the one at SS to the 'T'. Please take a moment to read his post where he asks how one feels about capital punishment. It is thought provoking and a must-read. I have to warn you in advance that I am truly passionate about this subject and my stand on it, anyone who could convince me otherwise

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Cooking up a storm, cleaning disaster!Laundry in the trash, tumble reverse!Driving back and forth, turning myopic!Children followed by grandchildren, goodbye youth!Old and greying body, young heart!################################I had fun attempting this fun Weekend Wordsmith prompt, I did more than one though. Hope I got this done right!##################################

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Classic incision, verticalSkew-like scar, horizontalEarly c-section, externalWrong arithmetic, internalTwo months hence, oh agonalWith baby mine, living hell.My postpartum, uncontrollableher prematurity, intolerableSeeping guilt, abominableBlaming self, unavoidable.Looking back, emotionalHeart wailing, eternalFading scar, travel journalForeign feelings, so maternal.******My c-section scars are a

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London, 1998We jogged in the park across from the hostel every day. My girlfriend and I did, mostly in the evenings after getting back from work. As usual that day we started out around five, did the three milers around the park and decided to crash in the lush green grass of the park instead of returning back right away. The weather was too good to spent indoors anyway. We gurgled down some

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Vows exchanged, lives changedWedded strangers, arranged forever’sVirgin bride’s sacrifice, tempting avariceWill he comply, and then live a lie?Or wait alength for love’s enclosing warmth?####################################In response to the prompt from ReadWritePoemas well as the prompt from WI#####################################

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HusbandHeart to heart:Unspoken words exchangedAs eyes catch!Mutual respect:A friendship that enduresLife’s ups and downs!His wide open arms,The knowledge of 'cherished'My safe haven!****DaughterShe whispers “Mom”My heart skips a beat-Soul captured!Unstained innocence:In awe of life and the worldLures me to protect!Her baby soft touch:Warmth pours out in floodsMy heart surrenders!****Together, the

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The following is a piece I would like to continue from my 'Dream turns Nightmare' post. It can be read by itself or if you are interested check out the original post. I divided this into three parts, all connected to one another, the first part is in response to the 3WW prompt, the second in response to the Friday Fiction prompt and the third for the prompt from Totally Optional Prompts. I know I

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"Have you seen my spectacles?"You mean those glasses-right on your nose?****"Hello Doc, how are you?"Fine thanks! Just a correction -I was your English Ma'am!****"Your daughter has grownand you are looking young" -This is my wife.****##################################In response to MK's prompt. A haiku-like conversation on absentmindedness.###################################

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Thinking Aloud has bestowed upon me a bouquet of blessings and I am truly honored, thanks so much Suma for thinking of me. And thinking aloud too! :) ! Her little son had a minor mishap and she was still kind enough to think of others including me. At this point in time, I believe she needs the blessings and well wishes the most. Children fall ill, mend and move on but as parents it can be hard

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Jeweled skirts, alluring cholisA vision for unsuspecting soulsDancing toes, anklet chimesMagic for weary eyes!Covered head, midriff baredCome-hither call that hideSilk clad limbs in red sparklesMirrored dupattas in silvery liningsCaptures heart, till eternity arrives!Clothes with deep layersthis second skin complimentsA woman's beauty and essenceNot unlike crowning halosThat hint of angelic

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Chewed on cherry, his tread wearyDiscard the jacket, load the packetKey in the ignition, full of trepidationA brunt, a grunt and then a crackFearful and afraid to back trackOut pops the worry, late for the ferry.#####################################In response to the prompt from Friday Fives,also fits the prompt from Sunday Scribblings.ah cheating here, but this fits Weekend Wordsmith too.#######

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Happiness springs not, in EdenThe mind seeks this sliding proportionIn the world outsideUnclear and well-hiddenOut of grasp this slippery emotionTo find, look deep inside.Days, months and years riddenInnumerable births, even reincarnationThis mirage we walk, with pride.Die, live and die, some hardenPlenty of reasons, for this motionUntil happiness decides to reside. ##############################

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Smooth curvy lines -bottle green eyes:her approach hesitant.His smooth approachBottle in handWords, bind and capture. Their chemistry sizzles- the spell breaks:Smoothness in shambles!#############################In response to the prompt from 3WW The last three lines edited were Their chemistry sizzles: Approach with care - Bottles break,no more smooth. *****got edited to the ones above after

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