Life

This plant grew on top of concrete, in between two concrete slabs. Life is tough but we have to grow up anyway.

Valentine

I love flowering plants Much more than flowers. Still every February Among othersI bought flowers. Most of the time I gave them to you.I loved seeing that smile,You tried so hard to hide, In the corner of your lips. Giving flowers,I learned from you. The flower you gave me first,Died within hours,But it lives,In my…

Life (Turmeric)

According to Wikipedia Turmeric is a flowering plant, Curcuma longa of the ginger family, Zingiberaceae, the roots of which are used in cooking. Plants are gathered each year for their rhizomes, some for propagation in the following season and some for consumption. The rhizomes are used fresh or boiled in water and dried, after which…

Blooms in the afternoon

Eggplant Flowers look as pretty as any other ornamental flower. These flowers produce purple eggplants. They also look very pretty and taste delicious.

Blooms in the afternoon

This flower’s blooming for a while now but I don’t know it’s name. It was a gift from a very kind soul. I don’t know who that was. I doubt if my father can remember either. It’s not that we forgot because it’s not important but its because we get so many plants as gifts,…

What I feel about you

There’s somethings about you.You don’t know that do you?It’s something that I feelWhen I see you kneelIn front of me.I can’t take my eyes of off you.My dear,Can you hearMe.It’s neither love,Nor lust.It’s neither hateNor disgust.It’s just something I feel.Something real.

The sky wasn’t blue

The sky was dark green,And the ground was blue.With a hint of orange hue.The kite I had,FlewWhere toNo one knew.Even I didn’t have a clue.Things happen like this.Things I had,Good or bad,Turns into a memory.Knowing nothing lasts foreverStill, we want forever.We ask for the impossible,Thinking we’re ableTo make it possible.Living in denial.Walking in the aisle,Of…

Flight

You flyHigh, so highUp towards the sky.But you fear and cry.Like Icarus, will you die?If you lose your wings,And fall in the sea,Dead will you be? SoYou fly low,Towards the sea below,Though you knowThat’s a no-no. You want to showThe world how you grow.Grow fast and not slow.And you let things go.Things from long ago.Things…

Update : Tidying up

Sometimes ago I wrote about tidying up my house. As in I’ll start tidy things up. So I started with my bedroom and kitchen. I cleaned the kitchen shelves and neatly put most things in place. I cleaned the piles of clothes in my bedroom. Four pile of clothe folded and was put inside my…

Empty stairs

When I’m walking downstairs,Towards the the darkness there,You’d be standing here,and stare,Like a shadow that care.So no one would dareTo hurt me.You’re always here,Anything else was rare.From where I stand here,You look so fair.Black and white hairWith love so sincere.Feels like breathing in airWithout any fear. Now that space there,Where you wereUp above the stairWill…

Update: Tidying up

Update on tidying up my house. I cleaned one and a half small area of my closet. Three and half more area left to clean. I mostly folded all the piled up clothes. Gave away a large pile of cloths to be donated. Since I gained some weight, some of the old clothes won’t fit…

What to do?

What are you suppose to doWhen nothing makes senseAnd you question reality,Live in denial?When you want to punch air,Break the groundAnd drag the sky down?When you scream from the top of your lungsAnd wake up the whole town.When you cry and cryBut tears doesn’t flow.You see white all aroundBut that’s not snow.You scream in pain.Though…

Hugs

Hug – a very common thing. It’s the act of showing love by wrapping ones arms around another. It makes people feel safe, supported and most importantly loved. From a scientific point of view, hugging produces a hormone called oxytocin in our body which makes us feel the emotions mentioned above.After going back and reading…

Chairdrobe and messy thoughts

In my life chairdrobe is a natural occurrence. According to the urban dictionary a chairdrobe is the art of piling clothes on a chair to be used in place of a closet or dresser. It also says  If a chair is not available one can always defer to a floordrobe. Both exists in my room, though I have a wardrobe….

Choices

To hate or love To hide Or fly like a dove. To be angry or sad. To be happy or mad. To run or stand still. Or just spin, spin, spin. To sit down or run. To plant a tree or fire a gun. To be silent like a stone. Or to talk as if…

Cesium Heart

My state of mind is like an onion.Drowning under the ocean.Each layer,Is opposite of the other.But every layer I peel.Sadness is what I feel.HappinessIs covered in sadness.SadnessIs covered in joy.Joy is covered in pain.As if the hearts made out of alloy. ButOnce upon a time,My heart was like Cesium.I was rare.And my heart was white.Or…

Stuck in a daydream. (Story-1, part-16)

“Did I kill him?” Ron was asking Kate, biting into his sandwich. “Ya, did you?” She was curious to know what happened to that guy but also scared to know the truth. A part of her thought it’d be better if he died but then again Ron might go to prison for murder. Bestowing death…

Late night thoughts (17.07.2020)

Now a days I feel like as if I’m floating on rivers. And right now I’m in de Nile. A very old, lame joke. For some reason, I like silly things. I used to think that it’s a child’s duty to annoy their parents. So I used to annoy my mom. I’d make silly jokes…

Stuck in a daydream (Story-1, part-15)

The sun was shining brightly through the leaves. Rows of trees covered both sides of this road. It’s a very peaceful place to be in. A beautiful site to see. But Kate couldn’t see any of it. She couldn’t even feel anything. Numbness covered her all around like a fog. She couldn’t move a muscle…

Try

No matter how much I try In the end They all die Leaving me alone. Still I try Don’t know why. As if I’m running in a circle But no oracle Could foresee Where my next steps gonna be.

There are people who can’t fall asleep. They are called insomniac. There are people who can’t stay awake. They are called sleepyheads What are those people called who can’t fall asleep even though they are unable to stay awake? It’s like torture. To have something that’s never truly yours. To want the things that you…

Is all in vain?

I know I’m dumb But instead of being in pain Isn’t it better to be numb? I don’t know what to feel Can’t sit down or stand still So I just kneel Down in the rain I scream in vain Cause without you dear No one can hear My cry’s for help As if my…

The magician

A magician came to town She pleased the people who gathered all around. But when the lights dimmed And the sun went down. She gathered her things And left the town. Never to be seen again.

Whispers

A voice Whispers into my ears. “Don’t worry about that” Said it, for many years. The voice is quite now, No sounds, high or low. But the echo remained, In the wind, Flying without wings. Echo’s getting louder, Loud and free. Nothing it’s bound to And nowhere to be. The whisper echoes, Then the echo…

Stuck in a daydream

A while ago, I started to write a story. I published each part as I wrote them. But after a while I stopped writing. I always wondered if anyone was reading it or not. Recently I was told by someone that it would better if all the parts were in one post instead of a…

Empty Inside

I have the right to be in pain to grieve and be insane. But I’m told I’m too emotional Confused and Irrational. Now all I see is darkness. The world seems lifeless. I can’t see the light Even if I try. With everyone I fight Everything makes me cry. I do my best, to hold…

Late night thoughts-Life without her

It’s been 12 days since my mom died. Still it doesn’t feel real. It feels like a nightmare that I just can’t wake up from. She was the only one who intentionally wasted her time, money and love on a lost cause like me. I made a lot of mistakes. But because of her I…

Late night thought ( 30/11/2019)

My mother is in the hospital. There’s nothing I can do but be next to her. Humans are so fragile! Within a few hours the life as we knew ended. Now it’s just sleepless nights, endless worries and food to survive. For the first few days I didn’t feel much. I was just numb or…

Story 1 (Part-14)

Kate was getting frustrated. She couldn’t help but imagine all the things that could go wrong. She wondered if Ron was okay, if he was even alive. Even though Ron told her to take the car and run away, she couldn’t. With a good view of the entrance she parked the car. Now she was…

When you see your crush

How can you not blush? When you see your crush. And your heart sways a little Like the flower bottlebrush Tell your heart-Hush. So your heart cuss. But slowly, It stays, Hush

Love and hate

I love you. I’ve always loved you. I know you love me. You’ll always love me. But I hate you. Maybe I’ll keep hating you. Maybe I’ll hurt you, And you’ll never know why. Maybe you’ll never understand why. Let me tell you this, What the problem is, Is that you are selfish. Oh how…

Six on Saturday (21-09-2019)

Leuenbergeria bleo Leuenbergeria bleo, formerly Pereskia bleo, is a leafy cactus, native to the shady, moist forests of Central America, that grows to a woody, prickly shrub about 2 m tall with large, orange flowers resembling rose blossoms- says Wikipedia. Guess that’s why it’s called rose cactus. I started it from a 6/7 inch cutting…

Trapped

I am slipping. That’s the perfect way to summarise what I’ve been going through. Everyday I stand up and try to walk but I slip and fall instead. I fall face first into the deep dark pit I’ve been In the last years. How many years I’m not sure. Because for the longest time I…

Six on Saturday (14.09.2019)

Catharanthus roseus It went through some neglect because of the construction work that was going on in our roof. But it’s thriving since being placed on the roof. She’s full of pink blooms. The white one is also blooming but not as vigorously as the pink one. New seedlings are popping up everywhere. So many…

Late night thoughts (2019)

Like every year, I made a few plans for this year too. And like every year I was unable to finish them. I don’t make unrealistic goals anymore but make realistic goals that I can actually accomplish. Still I fall behind and then eventually give up. This year I made two main goals. 1. I…

Me and you

No matter how much I love you If you hurt me Whether I realise it or not I’ll hurt you Over and over again Until my hearts content. I’ll grab your heart And squeeze it hard. I’ll cause you pain Again and again. Even if I’m willing to die for you, If you hurt me…

You

You were standing next to me. I remember. Don’t know how it came to be, But now you’re facing me, As if I am your enemy. Someone to hunt, Someone to hurt, Only cause you’re hurt. Because you don’t know what to do. You can’t control what’s happening , So you hit the one, Right…

Moving on (or not)

The people we love Lives in our heart. They’re like a piece of us We cannot live apart. But to survive We stay alive Though far far away They stay now a day. It feels like being ripped apart Feels like a piece taken. Being away hurts too much Will forever remain broken. They say…

Life that I lead

What do I have in life other than tea, coffee and kids And basic human needs. The life I lead everyday In every single way Isn’t mine at all. Just hitting my head against a wall. Instead of staying alive, Looking for a way to just survive. Is this living my life? I question sometimes…

Things we do for our kids

We push our kids into adulthood without telling them what it is. We let them walk into the darkness Without any light to guide their way. Sometimes they learn to light a fire. Then they can guide themselves. But sometimes trying to do so they set themselves in fire and burn to death. Still we…

Six on Saturday: Hibiscus, jasmine, clematis and others

Hibiscus This hibiscus cutting was gifted to my father by a Facebook plant group where people loves to share their plants with each other. Don’t know what the flower looks like. Can’t wait to find out. I don’t have much experience with hibiscus. So I just cut the base of the cutting in an angle….

Pretty girl

Pretty girl ! It’s not only your heart that I love, But also what’s inside your skull. Bright and brave, Positive, Not just your blood group But you’re attitude. Getting stronger, Unique you are, The only one, There are none – Like you. Each year Getting older Bolder Climbing higher Reaching further Running after your…

Buried things

Sometimes getting stabbed in the heart doesn’t hurt. Sometimes insignificant things, Little, simple, unimportant things Hurt like someone’s stabbing in your heart. The things we bury, Thinking we’ve moved on Surrounds us like a bubble Follows us like a shadow. And after a long time, In a place far far away, It rains on us…

Story 1 (part-13)

Ron was struggling to breathe. The guy was chocking him from behind. Sometimes letting go is easier than fighting back. But now he wasn’t fighting for himself. He was fighting for her. With his blurry vision he looked around trying to find a way out. He could see a raised platform nearby, abandoned after the…

Story-1 (part-12)

“Put the gun down.” He said, “you know you can’t use that. Lets face it, your out of options here. Well, you got one option.” He looked Ron dead in the eye and howled, “Do as I say.” Ron looked at Kate, helplessly sitting on the floor. Tears streaming down her cheeks, shaking her head…

Story-1 (part-11)

Ron lifted the gun and pointed it at his head. He seemed very calm considering the situation. Maybe because he knew he had the upper hand. He was a good looking guy. Like a neighbour next door. Clean and simple, looked nothing like a serial killer. Maybe that’s why nobody suspected him. Even now no…

Story-1(part-10)

Ron’s fingers were running through the keyboard. Line after line of gibberish was appearing in the black monitor. Although it’s gibberish to most people, but not to Ron. He knew exactly what he was doing. He also knew how illegal it was. But desperate times call for desperate measures. And he was desperate. Time was…

Story-1 (part-9)

Ron opened the door and walked out of the room. The officer in charge just stared at him without saying a word . “My god! Your hands are bleeding!” Said the young lieutenant. “That’s not his blood.” Said the officer in charge before Ron could reply. Ron gave her a piece of paper with something…

A million dreams

They sang loud and clear. “Cause every night I lie in bedThe brightest colours fill my headA million dreams are keeping me awakeI think of what the world could beA vision of the one I seeA million dreams is all it’s gonna takeOh a million dreams for the world we’re gonna make” But my trouble…

Lily

Lily bloomed in our garden for the 2nd time. The flowers are very fragrant but they last for a very short time. This variety was a gift from a fellow gardner.

Dreams or nightmares

I understandBut I just don’t get it.How can someone just ceaseTo exist.How can someone disappearInto thin airAs if they wereNever here.Am I dreaming?Is this real?Is it true?That I’ll never get to see you.Or is it a nightmare?Can I wake up now?

Now-a-days

Now a days we are back in lockdown. I’m back home being lazy. But the kids needs summer clothes. So I’m making some. One done. As my swing machine is out of order, I’m stitching it all by hand. It seemed a bit empty so painted the front a little.